nightplvmes:

trying to hold back your orgasm for sylus

Your face was buried in the pillow as you gripped the sheets beneath you. You didn’t know how long you’d been trying to hold back your orgasm, probably only a few seconds, but to your sensitive body, it felt like endless hours. “Sy… please,” you gasped, trying to see over your shoulder.

You felt Sylus’ hands tighten around your hips, enough to make you gasp, but not enough to hurt. He was trying to keep you still so he could set his own pace, but it was becoming almost impossible not to thrust your hips desperately against him. “Just a little more.” You didn’t know when he’d leaned in, but you felt his lips press against your bare shoulder.

You nodded as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. Sylus had asked you to hold back your orgasm just as you were closest, and although you’d tried, it was becoming increasingly difficult because of the way he pulled out almost completely before thrusting deep inside you without warning.

“Sy… please—mmph!” Your back arched as he continued to take you from behind with surprising slowness.

So slow and deep.

The only sounds in the room were your soft gasps mingling with Sylus’ sounds of pleasure. He’d stopped holding them back so much since you’d mentioned liking to hear him moan. “Mmm… you’re squeezing me so hard,” his breath brushed against your cheek as his fingers trailed up your neck without applying pressure. “I love being yours.”

“Sylus…” you whimpered his name as he thrust into you especially deep. The air escaped your lungs, and it was impossible to hold back your orgasm any longer. Your whole body trembled as a wave of heat washed over you, making you come all over his cock.

Sylus breathed heavily as he felt your walls contract around him even more tightly. He buried his face in the curve of your neck before thrusting into you again, this time faster, and it only took him a couple of seconds before he came inside you.

“Damn, that was…” you sighed, trying to catch your breath. You were almost certain you’d never had an orgasm like that before. You lay still, savoring the sensation and the warmth of his body against yours. Sylus placed a kiss on your cheek and allowed himself to relax for a moment, just like he always did when he was with you.

souliloqui:

sylus being taller than you means that when you’re scolding him, you make him bend down so he has to look up at you. he does it happily, trying not to convey how pleased he is and not even trying to hide the straining bulge in his pants.

Anonymous:

One of your post had "don't be afraid to send NSFW request.." n my dumb ass thought you said "don't be afraid to send NUDES".. I had to read that for about 5 times to see if I saw right.

Anyway imagine zayne attempting to send nudes for the first time

zaynezone:

i was gonna say send those too and then i realized i should NOT say that on here of all places don’t send me (or anyone for that matter) nudes please

It’s one of those rare days where you’re working late and Zayne finds himself at home, alone and missing you. Luckily, you’re just working on reports so you’re still sporadically responding to his text messages.

They start innocently enough, updating you on his dinner, on the new medical documentary airing on tv, little things that you heart and don’t respond to. It’s why he doesn’t think too much when he snaps a photo fresh out of the shower.

The camera is mostly aimed at the heart drawn on the steamy mirror. But all of your attention is focused on the towel slung sinfully low on his hips, as well as the way his still wet abs glisten under the lights.

‘Take the towel off’

At first, your message confuses Zayne. He knows you won’t be home for a while, did you really want him to wait naked for you for hours?

Not that he wouldn’t, but still.

It’s only when the next message of 'Send more pictures please’ does he start to understand, smiling a little to himself when you send a praying emoji. Of course, he’ll entertain you, even if it leaves him feeling somewhat awkward to remove his towel and point the camera at the foggy mirror once more.

Just thinking about the current state you’re in is enough to have blood rushing to his lower region, getting hard incredibly quickly. He tries not to overthink the picture, snapping one and sending it without looking it over. You view it instantly, then heart it, and he watches as the bubbles load for a remarkably long time before turning into a message.

'Be home in five.’

Funny, considering you work 15 minutes away.

applefishing:

xavier is jealous and possessive, and he shoves you down onto his cock to cope

He is messier when he’s angry. His tongue pushes into your mouth, invading. There’s no precision or gentle guidance. He consumes you. He takes and takes and leaves his spit in return… around your mouth… down your chin.

“Tell me again,” he gasps between kisses.

“Xavier,” you answer with a whimper.

“Mm, that’s right.” He pulls back just enough to glide his thumb over your wet bottom lip. “Just me.”

“I didn’t—”

“I know, baby, I know,” he purrs. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m so mean taking it all out on you, hm?” You nod as he plays with your lip. “Mm, I know. Xavier is the worst…”

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viviixcx:

𖹭.ᐟ | bantering taken too far ends in car sex to end your annoyance with sylus .. 18+ not proofread

ꨄ︎

“You know, sometimes.. I prefer Mephisto’s company over yours.” You giggled, watching his face flicker with surprise at the ridiculous comment, knowing how much Mephisto annoyed you.

“..really?” He ask, raising his glass to his mouth as he raised an eyebrow, an amused chuckle leaving him.

“And sometimes, I prefer the twins’company over yours.”

You scoffed at that, crossing your arms. Yeah, his comment was playful, but somewhere in the back of your mind, it hurt a little.

Maybe it was because of how much he would rant to you about how annoying the twins are, or something else, but you couldn’t resist pushing on.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Your voice came out sharper, something Sylus picked up on and made something flash through his eyes.

Setting down his glass, he leaned back, a smirk now on his face as he could see your face get even more annoyed at him.

It wasn’t a secret that he relished your anger at him.

“Well, maybe it’s because they aren’t as bratty as you, and know when to settle down when they should. Something that you could work on, dont you agree?”

He hadn’t meant his last comment to be an insult, just another teasing remark to keep the banter going, but you took it the wrong way.

Annoyance shot through your eyes as you looked at him, a sound of slight disbelief escaping you.

“Well, since you love the twins so much, and it seems you love them more than me, why don’t we go back home to them?”

With that, you suddenly grabbed your bag and pushed away from the table, already walking to the car outside the restaurant.

Sylus raised a brow as he watched you get up, his smirk fading as a dangerous look crossed his eyes. He narrowed his eyes as he watched your form retreat.

Slapping a handful of bills on the table, not caring to check how much he overpaid, he quickly followed after you.

…

“s-sylus—ffuck!—sylus I get it!”

After Sylus followed you, it didn’t take long for him to get you into the backseat, his goal to fuck whatever frustration you had out of him.

With your legs thrown over his shoulders, his dick ramming into your poor cunt, the car rocking and windows fogging up, if anyone happened to walk by the car, there was no doubt they knew what was happening inside.

Sylus merely hummed, his eyes locked on where his cock got swallowed by your eager cunt.

“really, sweetie? you ‘get it’, huh?” he mocked, his voice causing you to clench on him even more.

“y-yes! sy—ah!—sylus, I really get it! It was a d..dumb thing to say!” Your words slurred together, babbling out your mouth before you could think about them.

Smirking, Sylus shifted his angle, both of your legs now on one shoulder, the newfound angle hitting you even deeper than before.

Your back arched off the seats, a sound mixed between a gasp and a moan escaping you as you incoherently rambled even more, a line of drool escaping the corners of your mouth.

“tell me then, who do I love more? And don’t say the fucking twins.”

He emphasized each word with a brutal thrust, rocking the car with even more force than before, your orgasm building in a way that had your eyes going white.

“mememe—ohmygod—you love me more! n-not the—’m so close, fuckk!—not the twins!”

You ended up having to weakly grab onto Sylus’s shoulders as your eyes rolled back, not even having enough time to warn him properly as you gushed over his cock, a pornographic moan following.

Your orgasm seemed to push Sylus over the edge, his release following not long after yours, some of his cum spilling out of you.

Collapsing next to you, his breathing warm against your ear. Neither of you had the immediate energy to pull out, taking in the after shocks.

“Don’t wanna move..” you said, your voice hoarse and breathy as you shut your eyes, your cunt still fluttering around his cock just slightly.

Letting out an amused chuckle, Sylus shifted slightly, his cock slightly pulling back as it softened inside of you, causing you to whine at the loss.

“As much as I want to say your.. earlier claims were completely wrong, you were right saying that we would need to go home. Can’t exactly stay here all night, can we?”

Silence followed when you begrudgingly let him slip out of you as you put back on your clothes, attempting to look somewhat decent as you climbed back into the passenger seat.

…

“..And sweetie, never think for a second that I love those fools more than you.”

taglist: @spacekittiesmeow ; @kingraspberry12-blog ; @luvinbloom
taglist is open!

vitri-ol:

Ok yeah that was hot

Sylus’s marriage kink alive and well I see

kasstellation:

when sylus eats it from the back he isn’t afraid to put a lil tongue in ur butt :p

your knees are already sore from the edge of the bed, arms trembling a little where you’re braced against the sheets. he’s behind you, kneeling on the floor like he belongs there, and there’s something about the way he touches you that makes you want to lose your mind—like he’s not in any rush, like he could eat you like this for hours. two fingers curled deep inside you, spreading slick every time he pushes in, tongue dragging slow up the seam of your cunt before circling back down, lower, lower, until it makes you shiver.

he spits then licks up again, not even pretending to be shy about it. tongue flat and wet and wide, dragging through your folds and nudging against your rim like it’s nothing new. like he’s done this before. like he’s been waiting to do this. he moans into your skin when you twitch, when your back arches a little, when your thighs shake in his hold.

“yeah,” he says, low, lazy, “knew you’d like that.”

you want to talk shit, say something bratty, but then he crooks his fingers just right and your mouth goes slack. and when he slides his tongue past your rim—just a little, just enough to make your breath catch—you swear you could cry.

you clench around him instinctively and he groans, the sound muffled by your skin, fingers fucking up into you harder now, steady and thick and just the right amount of mean. he’s got you open in his hands, spit slick and throbbing, and he’s eating you out like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else. no hesitation. no shame. just tongue and fingers and soft, greedy sounds, like he can’t believe how good you taste.

“fuck, baby,” he breathes against you, fingers slowing just to watch the way your cunt pulses around them. “you’re shaking.”

you are. you didn’t even notice.

he spreads you wider with both hands, thumbs digging into your ass to keep you open for him, and dives back in—tongue fucking against your ass while his fingers grind up into your g-spot like he’s playing you from memory.

you cum like that, a mess of trembling limbs and broken gasps, and he doesn’t stop. not when you twitch. not when you moan. not even when you beg, softly, for a break.

“just one more,” he murmurs, kissing the swell of your ass, licking slow through your cum-slick folds. “wanna taste you again.”

and you let him. of course you do.

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vellatrelle:

🩸🩸🩸

mwphisto:

Sylus getting hit with an aphrodisiac and fucking himself to tears. Like overstimulating himself until he’s sobbing into your neck, buried in your cunt, gasping for air but his hips won’t stop thrusting :(

Your neck is wet from his euphoric daze, his choked little sobs making you clamp down around him which only results in him whimpering as the pleasure nearly blinds him :(

His cute little noises as his cock rams between your gummy walls, moans and whines and whimpers at a pitch you didn’t think he was possible of making. Your name a pretty little prayer on his bitten lips because fuck his hips won’t stop meeting yours :(

His groin and thighs being all slick and wet, a mix of his cum and yours leaking out of your abused cunt. All warm and full of his constant releases, the aphrodisiac making his body work overtime :(

You’re just under him, crushed by his weight and mind melting into pleasure as he hits those sweet spots over and over again. You hadn’t even been affected by the aphrodisiac itself but his ferocity had you nearly drooling, jaw forever slack as he fucks into you.

He’s so hot, sweat slicking his skin, his scent enveloping you. Your fingers tremble as you cling to him, nails raking dully at his shoulder blades. He’s too heavy for you to thrust your hips up to meet him, getting pounded right into the mattress by both his weight and force.

This would heal me in several ways tbh </3 Sylus how dare you not be real.

aethercoreheart:

you get a bad haircut and…

xavier immediately goes on his phone to look up hairstyles that will suit your new haircut and tries them out with you until you find ones that you like. helps you do them whenever you get ready until you get used to doing them yourself.

zayne tries to comfort you by saying that it’ll grow out, and then goes out and buys you all sorts accessories: headbands, hats, clips, etc. and he spends the day with you trying them out, and even lets you play with his hair, knowing that it’ll make you feel better.

rafayel wants to confront your hairdresser (you plead with him not to). he ends up watching tutorials online on what you want, takes a pair of scissors, and fixes your hair himself.

sylus immediately sends stylists to your place, and arrives with them, staying the entire time, making sure you get exactly what you want.

caleb shaves his head in solidarity with you. says “now we’re both ugly” and you want to smack him because even with a buzzcut, he still looks good.

hunterrami:

sylus mc fluff

justforzayne:

slimepuparibaba:

so those new 4*s amiright

so reaaaaaaaaallllll

engraved-mind:

“Rafayel is the only person I would trust my most insecure, ridiculous, and negative thoughts.” • Rafayel x reader

You were making out with Rafayel when he feeling that you are losing focus. The way you were kissing him is unlike the usual. Lacks of passion. It was almost like you don’t wanna be here.

“Cutie,” he huffed against your lips before leaning back. “Tell me what’s wrong or I’ll assume you don’t want me anymore.”

“What? No no no—I want you!”

You were about to pull him back by his collar when he put his hand on top of yours, stopping you. “I know you like the back of my hand. You zoned out.”

You looked away. “Fine, yes, I zoned out. I… Eum…”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s ridiculous, okay?”

His gaze softened. His hand trailed up from your hand to your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. “Yes. Anything. Even a thought as ridiculous as fishie eats sand.”

“Aren’t there are some fishes who eat sand?”

“Well I eat five stars meal every day.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

“Alright. Spit it out.”

“Would you… still love me if I’m a loser?”

“What do you mean you’re a loser?” He is offended on your behalf.

“My social skill sucks. I think I only have one friend—no, two. Tara and you.” You abruptly corrected, “and, no, I don’t see you as friend only. You are my boyfriend that is my friend as well.”

He scoffed. “You asked the wrong person, cutie.”

“Huh?”

“My friends are just you and Thomas.”

“Really?” You flabbergasted. “Maybe that’s just from your POV. Don’t you see your DM request? Every artist wanna connect with you! And your social skill isn’t suck. I’ve seen how you mingle in social events.”

“Fake it till I make it, I guess?”

“Ugh, you—” you pulled away from him. “You don’t take this seriously.”

“Who said I don’t?” He pulled you back into him. “Alright, I’ll answer your question. I would still love you if you are a loser. We can be both losers who only have each other for all I care about.”

You stared at him, looking like you don’t believe him for a moment. He stared back at you, no teasing or playful smile. 100 percent serious.

You bit your lower lip, holding back a bashful smile. “… That’s really sweet.”

He cupped your face as you were about to look away. Locking eye contact, he said, “I’d prefer you stop calling yourself a loser, though. There is nothing wrong with having a really few friends—I’m honored to be one of them.”

“Okay,” you murmured shyly. “I will stop calling myself that way. Thank you. Really.”

He leaned into you once more, to which you met in the middle, resuming the kiss once abandoned. []

myhomesoob:

rafayel - spin me around, sweep me off my feet

rafayel teaches you how to dance

tags: fluff, just fluff, nothing but fluff

content warnings:none, vague and non-specific descriptions of ballroom dancing

wc: 1.2k

a/n: just a drabble I thought about on my commute to work the other day. a drabble that took way longer to write up than i initially planned ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

i want to visit Whitesand Bay and relax at Raf’s house TT

feel free to dm me with requests (I can’t guarantee I’ll get to all of them but I’m slowly making my way through)

Rafayel was lying on his back on the floorof his studio. He was squinting at the canvas on the far wall when you found him.

His head turned at the sound of your footsteps nearing.

“Hey cutie!Fancy seeing you here. To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“You’re the one who called me! You said it was urgent!” You raised your eyebrows at him pointedly.

Truthfully, you figured it couldn’t really be urgent- his tone had been too over the top on the phone. Still, you were eager to see him, and you knew he wasn’t fond of waiting, so you dropped everything and hurried over.

He blinked. Once. Twice. And then clicked his fingers as if he’d reached an epiphany.

“Oh, right, that…”

He propped himself up on his elbows.

“I was wondering if you were free next weekend - I want you to be my plus one at an event I’m going to.”

“Sure. But Raf, you could have just called me about that.”

“Well I wanted to see you and besidesthe event requires some dancing. I figured we should practise, yeah?”

“Dancing?” It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that one of Raf’s events would involve dancing, afterall you had danced with him at weddings before. Though, if he suggested practising… “Let’s practise then. I don’t want to accidentally embarrass myself. Or you.”

“You could never, Cutie. Besides, its not about putting on a show.”

He laid back down and closed his eyes, arms crossed beneath his head.

“I just want to make sure you’re not stuck in that pretty little head of yours. I want you to be confident enough to enjoy it.”

Oh. He just wants us to have a good time together. You didn’t know why you were suprised at how sweet the thought was. Rafayel was always considerate - even if you didn’t realise it at the time.

“Thanks Raf. Your’re right- I’ll feel more comfortable if we practise.”

Raf smiled lazily. He looked a bit like one of those cats you saw on your feed, content lying in a patch of sunlight. He made no attempts to get up.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Raf?”

“Yes, Cutie?”

You were stood over him, hands on your hips. After a moment, you cocked your head to the side.

“Aren’t you going to get up?”

He reached out his arms, and made grabbing motions with his hands.

“Only if you help me up.”

You scoffed.

He finally reopened his eyes at the sound, gazing up at you imploringly. He pouted.

He knew you’d fold - you both knew. Asshole.

“Fine.”

It was remarkable how quickly his expressioned changed. So smug. He was so spoilt, but how could you blame him when you were the one indulging him at every turn.

You reached down and pulled him to his feet.

“Hey! Be more gentle! I have delicate wrists you know!”

“Poor Rafayel, his artist career is over. What shall we do?” Despite your mocking tone, you were biting back a smile.

“Who taught you how to waltz?”

“Why? Am I not doing it right?”

“No, you’re perfect Cutie.”

You smiled. Relaxing a little more with each turn.

“It was Caleb.”

“Hmm?”

“Caleb taught me. I was 12. It was my first school dance and I was really nervous. Caleb looked up a tutorial and we spent hours in the attic practising.”

“You must have looked so cute.” Rafayel grinned.

“Well, of course!” you shrugged. “But I stepped on his feet so many times!”

“He must have taught you well. You haven’t stepped on my feet a single time. Colour me impressed.”

You giggled. “Caleb never complained about it, said I was too small to do any damage. Still, I felt bad about it, so I made sure to shower him with hugs and praise for the entire week after.”

“Well that’s where we differ Cutie, because if you step on my feet you’re going to have to really make it up to me. Hugs and praise won’t be enough.”

In the backyard, the two of you waltzed, dipping in and out from under the shade of palm trees. Barefoot on the sun-kissed pavement you moved together.

“We’re going to try something different now. Let me teach you this time.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. Without thinking, you pulled your lip between your teeth, biting down in concentration.

He pinched your side.

“Ouch!” you yelped.

“Relaaaax Cutie. It’s not difficult. Just follow me, yeah?”

“Match my stride. When I press forward, go with me.”

It was a little confusing at first but your body gradually got the hang of it, falling in sync with his.

“Perfect.”

“Now dip your head back.” Like an extension of his own body, Rafayel moved you. He held you by your waist and swung you low, then lifted you gently up again. “There you are.”

“Now that you’ve mastered the basics, let’s add some flair.”

“OK! I’m ready!” you nodded.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

“Oh,” you gasped, swept off your feet.

Rafayel’s eyes were lit up, crinkling at the corners, breaking into a wide smile. Your heart skipped a beat. You were sure you looked just as giddy.

The time you were in the air felt unfairly short as before you knew it, you were back on your feet and being guided effortlessly forwards.

“Having fun, Cutie?”

You debated rolling your eyes and firing a witty comment his way. But you were overcome with joy. There was not reason to deny it- how happy you felt in the moment.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

“Good.”

He lead you through a series of complicated steps.

“This time, leave your hands by your sides- let me move you.” Rafayel had a hand behind his back. He used the other, which was on the small of your back, to steer you. It was unfairly attractive.

There was no give, you glided together like it was what you were meant for. As if he had read your mind Rafayel spoke, “See perfect chemistry - you can’t fake that.” It was only natural, you figured, since he knows you so well.

“Okay time to spin, Cutie.”

You giggled he spun you out.

“Okay, now you’re too far away! Come back!” He laughed, delighted, as he reeled you back in.

You must have tripped. One second you were spinning, the next you were stumbling right into Rafayel.

He let out a sharp exhale as you crashed into his chest. His arms wrapped around you without a moment’s hesitation.

“You okay?” he asked, voice coloured with concern. He rubbed his arms up and down the length of your back.

“I’m fine,” you groaned. You felt your cheeks burning. “What about you?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he smiled and brushed the hair out of your eyes.

“Oh. Thanks,” you said breathlessly.

“Of course,” he replied softly.

He began moving again. You followed along. While your bodies moved perfectly in tandem, your eyes remained fixed to the floor.

“Stop looking at me like that!” you huffed.

He bowed his head down to your ear. “Like what?” he murmurred.

You felt the warmth of his gaze but couldn’t will yourself to meet his eyes. “You know how! You-you’re distracting me!” You turned your head to the side.

He took a hold of your chin and tilted it back, “you actually have to look at your partner when you’re dancing, Cutie. That’s dancing 101.”

“You should aways keep your eyes on me.”

After a few more turns, the two of you gradually slowed to a stop.

Rafayel let go. He stepped back and dipped low at his waist.

You returned the gesture.

“Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Thank you for teaching me.”

myhomesoob:

rafayel - spin me around, sweep me off my feet

rafayel teaches you how to dance

tags: fluff, just fluff, nothing but fluff

content warnings:none, vague and non-specific descriptions of ballroom dancing

wc: 1.2k

a/n: just a drabble I thought about on my commute to work the other day. a drabble that took way longer to write up than i initially planned ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

i want to visit Whitesand Bay and relax at Raf’s house TT

feel free to dm me with requests (I can’t guarantee I’ll get to all of them but I’m slowly making my way through)

Rafayel was lying on his back on the floorof his studio. He was squinting at the canvas on the far wall when you found him.

His head turned at the sound of your footsteps nearing.

“Hey cutie!Fancy seeing you here. To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“You’re the one who called me! You said it was urgent!” You raised your eyebrows at him pointedly.

Truthfully, you figured it couldn’t really be urgent- his tone had been too over the top on the phone. Still, you were eager to see him, and you knew he wasn’t fond of waiting, so you dropped everything and hurried over.

He blinked. Once. Twice. And then clicked his fingers as if he’d reached an epiphany.

“Oh, right, that…”

He propped himself up on his elbows.

“I was wondering if you were free next weekend - I want you to be my plus one at an event I’m going to.”

“Sure. But Raf, you could have just called me about that.”

“Well I wanted to see you and besidesthe event requires some dancing. I figured we should practise, yeah?”

“Dancing?” It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that one of Raf’s events would involve dancing, afterall you had danced with him at weddings before. Though, if he suggested practising… “Let’s practise then. I don’t want to accidentally embarrass myself. Or you.”

“You could never, Cutie. Besides, its not about putting on a show.”

He laid back down and closed his eyes, arms crossed beneath his head.

“I just want to make sure you’re not stuck in that pretty little head of yours. I want you to be confident enough to enjoy it.”

Oh. He just wants us to have a good time together. You didn’t know why you were suprised at how sweet the thought was. Rafayel was always considerate - even if you didn’t realise it at the time.

“Thanks Raf. Your’re right- I’ll feel more comfortable if we practise.”

Raf smiled lazily. He looked a bit like one of those cats you saw on your feed, content lying in a patch of sunlight. He made no attempts to get up.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Raf?”

“Yes, Cutie?”

You were stood over him, hands on your hips. After a moment, you cocked your head to the side.

“Aren’t you going to get up?”

He reached out his arms, and made grabbing motions with his hands.

“Only if you help me up.”

You scoffed.

He finally reopened his eyes at the sound, gazing up at you imploringly. He pouted.

He knew you’d fold - you both knew. Asshole.

“Fine.”

It was remarkable how quickly his expressioned changed. So smug. He was so spoilt, but how could you blame him when you were the one indulging him at every turn.

You reached down and pulled him to his feet.

“Hey! Be more gentle! I have delicate wrists you know!”

“Poor Rafayel, his artist career is over. What shall we do?” Despite your mocking tone, you were biting back a smile.

“Who taught you how to waltz?”

“Why? Am I not doing it right?”

“No, you’re perfect Cutie.”

You smiled. Relaxing a little more with each turn.

“It was Caleb.”

“Hmm?”

“Caleb taught me. I was 12. It was my first school dance and I was really nervous. Caleb looked up a tutorial and we spent hours in the attic practising.”

“You must have looked so cute.” Rafayel grinned.

“Well, of course!” you shrugged. “But I stepped on his feet so many times!”

“He must have taught you well. You haven’t stepped on my feet a single time. Colour me impressed.”

You giggled. “Caleb never complained about it, said I was too small to do any damage. Still, I felt bad about it, so I made sure to shower him with hugs and praise for the entire week after.”

“Well that’s where we differ Cutie, because if you step on my feet you’re going to have to really make it up to me. Hugs and praise won’t be enough.”

In the backyard, the two of you waltzed, dipping in and out from under the shade of palm trees. Barefoot on the sun-kissed pavement you moved together.

“We’re going to try something different now. Let me teach you this time.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. Without thinking, you pulled your lip between your teeth, biting down in concentration.

He pinched your side.

“Ouch!” you yelped.

“Relaaaax Cutie. It’s not difficult. Just follow me, yeah?”

“Match my stride. When I press forward, go with me.”

It was a little confusing at first but your body gradually got the hang of it, falling in sync with his.

“Perfect.”

“Now dip your head back.” Like an extension of his own body, Rafayel moved you. He held you by your waist and swung you low, then lifted you gently up again. “There you are.”

“Now that you’ve mastered the basics, let’s add some flair.”

“OK! I’m ready!” you nodded.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

“Oh,” you gasped, swept off your feet.

Rafayel’s eyes were lit up, crinkling at the corners, breaking into a wide smile. Your heart skipped a beat. You were sure you looked just as giddy.

The time you were in the air felt unfairly short as before you knew it, you were back on your feet and being guided effortlessly forwards.

“Having fun, Cutie?”

You debated rolling your eyes and firing a witty comment his way. But you were overcome with joy. There was not reason to deny it- how happy you felt in the moment.

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

“Good.”

He lead you through a series of complicated steps.

“This time, leave your hands by your sides- let me move you.” Rafayel had a hand behind his back. He used the other, which was on the small of your back, to steer you. It was unfairly attractive.

There was no give, you glided together like it was what you were meant for. As if he had read your mind Rafayel spoke, “See perfect chemistry - you can’t fake that.” It was only natural, you figured, since he knows you so well.

“Okay time to spin, Cutie.”

You giggled he spun you out.

“Okay, now you’re too far away! Come back!” He laughed, delighted, as he reeled you back in.

You must have tripped. One second you were spinning, the next you were stumbling right into Rafayel.

He let out a sharp exhale as you crashed into his chest. His arms wrapped around you without a moment’s hesitation.

“You okay?” he asked, voice coloured with concern. He rubbed his arms up and down the length of your back.

“I’m fine,” you groaned. You felt your cheeks burning. “What about you?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he smiled and brushed the hair out of your eyes.

“Oh. Thanks,” you said breathlessly.

“Of course,” he replied softly.

He began moving again. You followed along. While your bodies moved perfectly in tandem, your eyes remained fixed to the floor.

“Stop looking at me like that!” you huffed.

He bowed his head down to your ear. “Like what?” he murmurred.

You felt the warmth of his gaze but couldn’t will yourself to meet his eyes. “You know how! You-you’re distracting me!” You turned your head to the side.

He took a hold of your chin and tilted it back, “you actually have to look at your partner when you’re dancing, Cutie. That’s dancing 101.”

“You should aways keep your eyes on me.”

After a few more turns, the two of you gradually slowed to a stop.

Rafayel let go. He stepped back and dipped low at his waist.

You returned the gesture.

“Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Thank you for teaching me.”