Salvis Oneshots

💜pt 2💜

Cw: prominent hickeys, blowjob/forceful face fucking, slight hair pulling, handjob, praise, degradation, slight choking, cursing

Y'all have been begging for part two, so I got it out as soon as I could so here. If there are any mistakes or confusions pls tell me or comment, I can't catch everything.

Again soft dom sal, sub Travis

Btw Mon chéri is French for my dear/cherished/love (masculine). I think it's a cute nickname, I'd cry if my partner called me that tbh.

-Travis pov-

Sal's knocking on my door echoed through the room. A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over me, he's here right after he made me completely submit. My cheeks flushed red while I walked over to the door, trying to push the previous thoughts away. I opened the door to be greeted with a soft kiss.

"Hey Trav," Sal's prosthetic was hooked on his belt loop, his thumb brushing my cheek as he stared into my eyes, "you look cute." He smiled and led me by the hand to the kitchen.

"Uh, thanks Sally." I couldn't hold a smile back, following him as he rummaged through my pantry for snacks. "Wow, you only came over for the snacks, huh?" I teased him.

"Totally not," he said sarcastically with a laugh. He put the few snacks on the counter and walked over to me, taking my hands and swaying us side to side. "It's good to see you again, mon chéri. I missed you."

I leaned down, putting a hand on his neck, and gently kissed his torn lips. It felt even better than it did before. He placed his hands on my lower back and smiled into the kiss.

"Okay, okay c'mon. Let's stop standing around." I said as he followed me into my room.

I sat on my bed while he set the prosthetic on my dresser, absent-mindedly looking around my room until he saw the toy we had played with just thirty minutes ago. My eyes widened and looked to the floor in embarrassment.

He gave a knowing smile, "did you enjoy that? Hoping for more by leaving it out?"

"No! It just slipped my mind. And for the record-it's clean asshole, I'm not gross." I hid my reddening face with my hand.

"Aw, don't hide love," he brought my hand down and kissed my cheek, "you did so well, you sounded so hot." God, he's trying to kill me. "Remember when you said you'd do anything?," I stayed silent, "I'd like to take up that offer, Trav." He held my hand and laid them on my thigh. "Okay but I know you're pretty tired, do you want to go farther tonight? You don't have to, Trav."

I gave it some thought, "yeah, I'd like that. It's better when you're actually here. Just nothing too rough." I reached over him and put the toy back into the dresser while he continued talking.

"Of course not, too tired for that anyway. You know the safeword, sunshine." He held my face and kissed me gently, I kissed back rougher and got a chuckle out of him.

His hands crept down my body as we kissed until he reached the bottom of my hoodie. He played with the fabric before pulling it over my head with some of my help. I shivered as his cold hands settled on my bare shoulder and waist. I pushed sal down onto the bed as he brought his legs up to lay down properly, the kiss getting more desperate and careless. My fingers grazed his clothed thighs that hugged around my hips then I took his shirt off, throwing it on the floor.

He brought my hand to where he wanted me. He moaned into the kiss once I touched him through the fabric of his jeans. Sal let out a curse and a sharp breath. He grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his neck, "Suck me off, slut."

I nodded, my face flushing a deep red as I moved to kneel on the floor. I've done this once before in his room, so we were still experimenting with this. Sal shimmied and kicked off his jeans and boxers in front of me, my heart beating in my chest. He brought my chin up to look at him, lust covered his eyes. He leaned down to kiss me again then brought his hand up to caress the top of my head-siliently asking if he could use my mouth.