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I hummed, moving the tent flap back and stepping in, smiling politely at Vulpes, who sat in a chair with his ankles crossed, one elbow on the table, and the opposite hand holding a book. He looked to me, then back to the book. His lack of interest in me was normal, and I gave it no mind. I stepped over to our shared dresser, and grabbed some clothes, removing my armor plates and feeling my shoulders relax as the weight was literally lifted off them. I began undressing, leaving my underwear on. I stuck my arm in my shirt, turning it the right side out.
I turned to look at Vulpes, who had his eyes trailing up my legs to meet my gaze. I smiled a little, "Finally found something besides a book to admire, huh?"
He kept his eyes locked on mine, "Watch your words. You'll start something you'll regret."
"I won't regret a thing."
I shifted my weight, moving my hips. He noticed, and put his book down on the table, eyes trailing my body. He stood up, and walked over to me. I looked up at him. Vulpes let out a small growl and looked to me, "Don't play with fire."
My voice instantly lowered to a whisper and I nipped at my bottom lip, "I'm not afraid of getting burned."
He planted his hand on top of the dresser behind me, his other hand gripping my hip just enough to not cause pain. He leaned over me, and I stared up at him. I smiled a little, "Make your move."
He pushed his lips to mine, wasting no time on heating things up. He wrapped his arms around me, and stumbled back, moving us towards the bed. He turned and I lay down. Pulling away from me, he worked on undressing himself quickly. I watched with a hunger in my eyes as his torso was visible to me. He looked to me, nodding to my underwear, "Take them off."
I didn't move, and he smiled, well aware of the effect he had on me. He gently removed them, and stared at me, grinning wolfishly, "This is amusing."
I blushed, closing my legs, "How so?"
"You just seemed to be the dominant type."
"I am. But you... you're moreso."
He didn't respond, and I watched as he removed the rest of his clothing, then pushed his lips to mine. His lips were warm, and smooth, and him being good at kissing caught me off guard. While distracting me with his tongue between my lips, his free hands gently parted my legs until he was able to stand between them. He fumbled with his nightstand drawer for a condom, and finally snagged one, putting it on and looking to me, his face flushed and a slight sweat beginning to break, "Are you-"
"Yes."
He smiled again, leaned over me again, putting his chest warmly to mine, and brushing his lips against the skin of my neck as he slid inside of me. My back arched, and I let out a soft moan. He moved a hand down, using his pointer finger to rub circles on a bundle of nerves. I felt my stomach tighten, and my muscles contract. I looked up, letting out a soft moan, and him doing the same. He pulled away from me, and, using his other hand, put my ankle up on his shoulder, increasing his reach and widening the span of pleasure for him, and for me. I felt my limbs shudder, and I released. He did the same, and rode out our highs before pulling away and cleaning up the small mess.
I lay there, catching my breath, and looking to him once he sat down next to me. I smiled, "And you said I'd regret it."
