The Beauty Found In Silence

The Beauty Found In Silence

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He continued to look at me for a long while, only stopping to glance at the kid once it made a gentle hiccuping noise. Out of pure unconscious thought, I adjusted the kid to rest better on my hip, not daring to look away from the strange man in front of me. His voice lowered as he spoke. "Are you a mechanic?" I shrugged. There wasn't really a name for what I was. Ignorant, maybe, but I trusted this man enough to give him an answer. "Something of the sort." And with a few simple words, my life had been completely uprooted and turned onto its side in a matter of a breath. "Do you need work?" ------------ somewhat of a slower burn, eventual smut after a buildup of tension.
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You know that you shouldn't walk home alone after work, yet the idea of waking Sergei just to escort you seems silly. Kraven doesn't appreciate it when you fail to keep your word; it's time for you to get a taste of what it feels like to be his prey. "I thought I told you to call me when you finished work?" he whispers directly into your ear. Your eyes widen, muffled words of relief falling against his hand. You struggle beneath him, the burning in your lungs growing to be too much for you to bear. His arms tighten around you, a low chuckle reverberating through him and down across your back. You can feel every hard line of him moving against you. You whine, straining against him. The edges of your vision are beginning to look like static. "I-I didn't want to bother you, Sergei. It's two in the morning. I'm sorry-" "If you're sorry, you must want to make it up to me, yes?" he asks. You nod, words muffled against his skin as you try to answer him. He laughs, low and dark. It sends a thrill of excitement through you. "Good. Then you won't mind if I choose how that happens." - This can be read as a stand-alone, or a sequel to (give me one more) night with you.

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