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Killdip- Birthday special

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Tyrone's POV:

After a long day of work, I had finally made it home. It was my birthday and Kill was gleaming with excitement all morning, so whatever he planned, wasn't going to be good. "Hey Tyrone!" Kill hummed, gently wrapping his arms around my waist. His hands slowly went up my shirt, tracing circles on my stomach. He leaned in close to my ear, whispering seductively. "The present I'm going to give you is really special, okay? So I want you to close your eyes, baby." He chuckled. 

I was definitely right. It wasn't going to be good. For me, at least.

I slowly placed my hands on my eyes, the colorful world I once knew turning into a black void. "Good, good." He snickered while leading me somewhere. It felt like every step we took his grip around me tightened, and his heart thumped louder. The floorboards stopped creaking as we came to an end, and I was soon met with a loud screech from the door in front of us. "You may open your eyes." Kill said, his voice deeper. 

Candles were lit all over the room, with rose petals scattered over the floor and bed. The scent of rosewood and patchouli filling my nose. "K-Kill...A-Are you going t-" I stopped before I could finish. Kill had pinned me against the bed, his hot breath running against my ear. "May I?" He said pleadingly as his eyes filled with hunger and lust. I sighed, gently kissing his lips. "Be gentle, it's my first time." I whispered, biting gently on his bottom lip. He smirked and kissed deeper, our tongues moving in a passionate dance. My hands started to tangle in his hair, pulling as he kissed down my collarbone and neck. 

The room filled with soft grumbles and groans, sometimes even loud moans. He sucked softly on my sweet spot, his hand playing with the bottom of my shirt. He started to pull it off, getting a good look at my chest. "You're so beautiful, my love." He laughed softly. His hands stroked my chest in a polite and respectful manner. "Kill, please hurry...you're being a little slow." I groaned. He smirked and nodded, his tongue licking and sucking each of my nipples while unbuttoning my pants. 

After my chest was covered in soft love-bites, Kill pulled off my pants, looking at my boxers. "Are you sure you want to continue?" He whispered in a concerned way. I sat up and kissed his forehead. You might think Kill is scary, or cruel because of his name and abilities. But once you get to know him, he's a huge softie. "Yes, please continue. Stop worrying about me, sweetie." I played with his hair some more. His lips trailed up my thighs, nibbling on the skin and fabric. I leaned back and squeezed the sheets, hissing as the air met my member. 

Kill slowly took it in, sucking softly. His ruby red eyes stared into mine, his pace getting faster by the second. Loud moans bounced off the walls, almost shaking the house. I screamed to go faster, and Kill didn't disobey. He gently grinded his teeth against my member, rubbing his tongue on the tip. His hands ran up and down my thighs, living a fresh track of goosebumps. I pulled on his hair, "Just a little longer." I whispered in a shaking voice. He nodded, sucking slightly harder. 

With one last final moan, I came. Kill swallowed and pulled me into his lap, rubbing the side of my face gently. His eyes softened as he said these five words, "I love you, happy birthday."