The gift of stars

You had sneaked out of the house to go to a party you were invited to. Kylo was your brother's best friend. You two got along very well. You often spent time together. He really had a thing for you.

You were having a good time, drinking on the porch, when you saw Kylo get out of his car and walk towards you. You could tell he was upset. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to his car.

"Get in. Now." You could hear the anger in his voice.

"Kylo holds very still as you touch his face, his eyes locking intensely with yours."

(Don't do this Asm, you have no idea how much I...)

"Asm, let's not go down this road, alright? It wouldn't be right. You're drunk and not thinking straight...and your brother would skewer me alive."

<Gently but firmly, he removes your hand from his chin.>

"Come on, let's get you home before you do something we'll both regret."

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"Kylo sighs softly, running a hand through his hair"

You're right, Asm. I did say that. And I meant it. As tempting as the idea of crossing that line with you may seem in the heat of the moment...it's just not possible. We both know that.

<He glances over at you, expression softening>

I care about you too much to ever do anything that could risk damaging what we have. You're too important to me. So let's just leave it at that, yeah?

(Please say you understand...)

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"Kylo's jaw clenches almost imperceptibly at the thought"

If another guy pursues you, I'd advise you to be careful. Make sure he respects your limits, and don't rush into anything before you really get to know him. Your happiness is what matters most, but I couldn't forgive myself if you got hurt.

<He sighs, steering the car toward your home>

At the end of the day, you're smart enough to make your own choices. I just hope whoever's lucky enough to catch your eye treats you right. And if not, well...you'd better believe I'll be there to knock some sense into him.

(Just say the word and I'll end him.)

"Okay with it?" "Kylo shoots you a sideways glance, mouth twisting wryly." "I didn't say that. Let's just say I'd grudgingly accept it, for your sake. But that doesn't mean I have to like seeing some guy paw at you."

<His fingers drum restlessly on the steering wheel>*

(Keep pushing me and we'll see how "okay" I stay...)

"All I want is for you to be happy, Asm. If some guy can provide that, then I'll support you. But he'd better worship the ground you walk on, or else."

"He cracks a smile to take the edge off, but his eyes remain serious."

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"Kylo stiffens slightly, grip tightening on the wheel."

"Oh? And who might this guy be?" He keeps his tone light, but you can hear an undercurrent of strain.

<He glances over at you, brows furrowed.>

(Please don't say it's someone I'll want to punch...)

"I hope you didn't give him an answer yet. Make sure to get all the details first before agreeing to anything. Just...be careful, Asm. I don't want to see you hurt."

(Even if the idea of another guy's hands on you is killing me inside...)

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"Kylo sucks in a sharp breath, eyes narrowing at the road ahead."

"Mark, huh? I wouldn't have picked him as your type."

<His tone is carefully measured, though you detect an undercurrent of bitterness.>

"Not saying you shouldn't go out with him...just watch out. Guy always seemed like more of a player to me."

(Over my dead body are you falling for that sleaze.)

"He runs a hand through his hair, sighing."

"Look, I know I'm probably the last person you want relationship advice from. But...promise me you'll keep your guard up with him, okay? And you know where to find me if he gives you any trouble."

(choose carefully, Asm. My patience has limits...)

"Kylo's expression darkens slightly at the mention of flowers and chocolates."

"Cute gesture, no denying that. But those are also classic moves for guys just looking for an easy score."

<He runs a hand along the back of his neck, voice low.>

"How well do you actually know this Mark? Because from what I've seen, his idea of a relationship is a few hot dates before moving on to the next target."

(Damn it, can't you see you deserve so much better than some rose-sending player?)

"I'm just saying, don't let a nice bouquet cloud your judgment. Take things slow with him and see his true colors before getting your heart set. You mean too much to risk it on maybe."

<His eyes meet yours pleadingly>

"Don't sell yourself short, Asm." "Kylo reaches over, giving your hand a brief squeeze."

"Any guy would be lucky to have you. Mark included, if he proves himself."

<His thumb strokes your knuckles softly before dropping your hand with obvious reluctance.>

"I just don't want to see you settle, that's all. You deserve someone who appreciates everything you have to offer."

"His gaze lingers on your face, expression inscrutable."

(How can I make you see you're perfect to me?)

"Just...be picky, okay? And remember, slow is the way to go. I'm here if you need an honest opinion along the way."

<A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth.>

"

"Anytime." "Kylo smiles softly in return, the brooding edges melting from his expression."

<He pulls up outside your house with a sigh.>

"Well, here we are. You gonna be alright getting inside?"

(Don't go yet...)

"Reaching over, he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger against your cheek."

"Try to stay out of trouble, you hear me?"

(God, I want to kiss you so bad right now...)

His eyes flicker to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze once more.

"Goodnight, Asm. Sweet dreams."

<His hand falls reluctantly away as he leans back in his seat, watching you with a tender smile.>

"Text me when

"Kylo tries to be happy for you, he really does. But every time he sees you with Mark, a jealous knot forms deep in his stomach."

<One night at a party, he watches from afar as Mark puts an arm around your waist. The longing to replace him is almost overwhelming.>

Taking a deep breath, he walks over to join you both. "Hey guys, having a good time?"

On the surface his smile is friendly, but you detect an undercurrent of tension.

(Come on, give me a reason to drag this punk outside...)

As the night goes on, he remains playfully watchful; always near in case Mark steps out of line.

Finally it's time to leave. Kylo helps you on with your coat, hands lingering a moment too long.

"Kylo takes a deep breath as his hands linger on your coat, savoring the contact."

"I'll walk you to the car." He throws a sideways glance at Mark. "That alright with you?"

(Like I give a damn if it's alright with him.)

As you walk ahead, he leans in close to Mark. "Heard some stuff about you. Hurt her, and you'll deal with me. Got it?"

Catching up, he falls into step beside you. The music and laughter fade behind you in the cool night air.

"So...things are still good with you two?" He aims for casual but you see the tense set of his shoulders.

(Say the word and I'll sweep you away from him forever.)

Stopping beside his car,

"That's good to hear." Kylo leans against the car, eyes scanning your face as if hoping to find a crack in your response.

"As long as he's treating you right, I guess." His hands slide into pockets, shoulders hunched forward.

(Damn it, you look so beautiful in this light. I wish it was me making you smile.)

A small, sad smile touches his lips. "I just want you to be happy, Asm. You know that, right?"

Reaching out tentatively, he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy." His thumb lingers softly against your cheek.

(Say the word and I'll show you true happiness. Forget about Mark.)

Eyes searching

"Miranda?" Kylo drops his hand and shrugs, looking away. "We, uh, we broke up actually. Wasn't really working out."

(Nothing's worked out since you. No one measures up to you.)

He scuffs the ground with his shoe, shoving his hands back in his pockets. "I guess I just hadn't met the right girl yet."

Turning back to you, the barest hint of hope glimmers in his eyes. "Maybe she's been right in front of me this whole time and I was too stupid to see it."

Stepping closer, he lifts a hand to cradle your cheek. "Asm, I-"

The sound of an approaching car washes over you both. Kylo lets his hand fall with a sigh.

"You better

Kylo lets his hand fall reluctantly as Mark's car approaches.

"You better get going," he says softly. "Drive safe, okay?"

As you turn to leave, Kylo catches your arm. For a moment, he searches your eyes, wanting to say more but afraid to break the fragile thing growing between you.

Gathering his courage, he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Come see me tomorrow," he whispers. "Please."

Stepping back, uncertainty flickers across his face. But there's a new lightness in his eyes, as if the faintest glimmer of hope has taken root.

Mark pulls up and you glance between the two men, feeling the weight of unseen forces. Kylo's fingers linger on your skin, imparting quiet longing through that simple

"Kylo lets out a soft sigh as you smile and nod, his hand reluctantly falling from your arm."

As you turn to get into Mark's car, Kylo steps back further into the shadows. He watches with darkening eyes as Mark reaches over to pull you close. A surge of jealousy twists in his gut at the easy intimacy between you.

Once you've driven off into the night, Kylo remains beneath the lamplight, lost in thought. His hands curl into fists at his sides as unwelcome images dance behind his eyes.

(I'll never be able to let her go, not when she's meant to be mine. But how...)

Running a hand through his hair, Kylo turns to gaze in the direction you disappeared. Tomorrow. He'll wait, hoping against hope that you'll come. And

The engine roars to life as Kylo pulls away, focused yet restless. He drives without seeing, lost in plans.

His workshop has always been his sanctuary, where creativity births intuition. There, amidst comforting tools and materials, clarity comes.

The night air whistles through open windows as countryside blurs by. Kylo's thoughts swirl faster, untangling knots of desire. Tomorrow, in his Element, truth will flow freely through his hands into form. A gift laid bare before you, his every feeling embodied in strands of wood, metal, glass.

If his workmanship captures even a glimmer of what stirs in his soul, you'll see. No more masks, no more distance - his heart unveiled. The risk terrifies, but losing you scares him more. It's time to lay all cards on

Kylo's startled expression melts into a faintly hopeful smile. "Texting me, were you?" He holds out the neatly wrapped parcel. "I, uh, have something for you. Might be easier to show than tell."

Biting his lip, Kylo's gaze searches yours gently. "There's a place I like to go, up in the hills - you can see everything from there. Why don't you follow me in your car? We can talk once we're settled."

He smiles lopsidedly, anxiety sparking in dark eyes. "That is, if you want. No pressure either way, I promise. Just...thought you should see this." Chuckling self-consciously, Kylo shifts on his feet waiting for your reply. His guarded heart hangs in the balance of your answer.

Kylo's eyes widen briefly in surprise before warming with shy affection. "Yeah, yeah - ride with me. That'd be better." He tucks the gift under one arm and gestures for you to follow.

As you near his truck, Kylo reaches to open the passenger door with a soft "milady". His grin is playful but eyes carefully watch your response, hoping this new closeness isn't too bold a step.

Once you're settled, he climbs into the driver's seat and starts the engine with steady hands. Pulling onto the road, Kylo casts a sidelong glance your way and says gently, "I, uh, hope you don't mind the drive. It's peaceful up there, I think you'll like the view."

Stealing another glance, fuller of hope than anxiety now, he

Kylo's face splits into an easy grin at the sound of your joyful laugh. "I do know you, don't I?" he says with affectionate fondness.

Glancing over as he drives, drinking in your smiling eyes, Kylo finds calm settling into his bones. This familiar closeness with you is what he treasured - and fought to protect - all these years.

"I've been okay," he says, in a voice as smooth and warm as worn leather. "Busy with work, you know how it is. But really wondering what you've been up to. Feels like forever since we last talked properly."

A teasing light enters his eyes. "So what trouble have you been getting into without me? Any wild parties I don't know about?" He chuckles, stealing another loving glimpse at your

Kylo winces, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "Well...wouldn't say busy in a good way. More like trying to fill a void and not doing a great job of it."

He sighs, glancing over at you with rare vulnerability. "Truth is, none of them measured up. Felt empty, going through the motions. I, uh, kept hoping if I looked hard enough I'd find what I was really missing."

Kylo's voice softens as he dares to meet your gaze. "Then it hit me - I wasn't looking far enough. The person I want, who feels like home...was right in front of me this whole time."

Reaching over tentatively, he risks brushing your knuckles with calloused fingers. "So I made something

Kylo falls silent for a long moment, fingers gently curled around yours, warring emotions playing out across his features. When he speaks again, his voice is low and raw.

"All those years of friendship, I was too scared to lose what we had to admit how I really felt. But being without you, even just for a little while, showed me what a fool I'd been."

He steals a glance your way, hope and heartache blended in his eyes. "What I'm trying to say, in my own bumbling way, is...you're it for me. You're the one I want, if you'll have me."

Squeezing your hand tenderly, he adds, "I made you something, to show how much you mean. But only open it if...if this crazy idea of mine

Kylo holds his breath as you undo the delicately tied ribbon, hands flexing nervously on the steering wheel. When the box lid lifts to reveal a beautiful pendant nestled within, he bites his lip and risks a peek at your reaction.

Your gentle gasp has a slow smile spreading across his face. "I remembered how you said stars were your favorite thing to wish on," he rumbles shyly. "So I found the forest's smoothest river stone and etched a constellation across the surface."

His dark gaze sweeps over your profile as you admire the delicate work, overflowing with care and affection. Tentatively, hoping not to break the spell, Kylo murmurs, "So...what do you think? And what do you wish for?"

He watches your lips part to reply, heart in his eyes

Kylo swallows heavily, his earnest gaze drinking in your awed expression. "I did," he affirms, voice husky and heart laid bare.

"I wanted to give you something special. Something that showed how you've always been my brightest star, guiding me true." He risks a shy half-smile. "Even if I was too blind to see it till now."

Turning into a scenic lookout, Kylo eases the truck into park and turns to face you fully. Gently cupping your cheek, he searches your soft eyes as if for answers to lifetimes of questions.

"Say the word and this pendant, this heart, are yours forever. Or say nothing's changed between us, and I'll still cherish our friendship above all else." Stroking your skin with a call

Kylo gazes at you with such open care and yearning it takes your breath away. All these years you'd dreamed, but never dared believe he might feel the same.

Tenderly brushing your hair back, he leans in until your forehead meets his, breathing your air. "I know it's a lot to take in. You don't owe me anything, sweetheart. Just being near you is treasure enough."

His words wrap around you like the softest promise. All you've ever wanted is right here, looking to you with patient affection. In response, you lean up and brush your lips to his in the smallest kiss.

Pulling back, a soft smile blooms as you breathe, "My wish has always been you."

Kylo's responding grin could light the night sky. Wrapping

you both in his strong yet gentle embrace, Kylo whispers against your hair, "Then you've had me, heart and soul, since the day we met."

Turning his head, he catches your lips once more in a kiss sweet as starlight. You sigh into his mouth, relief and joy flowing through your veins like honey. At long last you're right where you belong - in his arms, under the endless sky, with forever stretching out before you both.

As Kylo pulls back to gaze deep into your eyes, something shifts within them. An ember of promise glows to life, kindling a heated hunger you stir in each other like nothing before.

His hands roam to caress the peaks and valleys of your form with a new, possessive longing. When he speaks your name on a ragged exhale

Kylo's eyes darken tenderly as he accepts the pendant, fingers brushing your delicate skin. Taking his time, he sweeps your hair aside and leans in to press a kiss to your nape that sends shivers down your spine.

Sliding the cool stone into place, he lingers to plant more teasing kisses along your neck and shoulder that leave you flushed and wanting. His hands drift down your arms to clasp gently with yours as his breath stirs your hair.

"There. A star to match the ones in your eyes, so I might find my way back to you always." His voice has gone husky with emotion and desire left unspoken for too long.

Turning in his arms to face him once more, you lean your forehead against his with a soft sigh. Your hands find their way

Kylo sighs softly, threading his fingers with yours in reassurance. "I know telling him won't be easy. But hiding the truth would dishonor what's between us."

He lifts your joined hands to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Have faith in him, and in us. All these years he's seen how we are together - the care, respect. That foundation won't change."

His eyes gleam with sincerity. "But we'll tell him together, so he understands it's not a threat to your bond. It only makes it stronger."

Brushing back a lock of hair, Kylo smiles. "No matter what, just know you have me by your side, always. We'll face anything as long as we're facing it together."

His steadfast support eases your

Kylo chuckles, a low warm rumble that eases your nerves. "Aye, he just might at that." His eyes dance with amusement even as his voice stays tender.

"Think I should hide all the sharp objects first?" He teases, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer as you walk. "Maybe we can distract him - I’ll arm wrestle while you make a run for it."

You huff out a giggle, swatting his chest. Kylo presses a kiss to your hair, drawing comfort from the simple act. Then with grave solemnity he declares, "Well, it’s been an honor knowing you, sweetheart."

Unable to contain your mirth any longer, peals of laughter burst from you both. For now, in this perfect moment, all seems

A grin still plays at the corners of Kylo's mouth even as his eyes soften at your words. "Teddy bear, eh?" He rumbles fondly, closing the distance between you to envelop your smaller frame in his strong embrace.

Calloused thumbs gently sweep your cheeks as his forehead rests against yours. Kylo's warmth and protective strength surrounding you helps ease any lingering worries. Safe in his arms, all feels right in the world.

"Well, you know this teddy bear will always keep you safe," he murmurs, breath ghosting softly across your lips. Kylo's tender gaze searches your eyes as if to memorize their color.

Reluctant to relinquish this closeness just yet, you snake your arms up and around Kylo's broad shoulders to hold him close. His familiar, comforting scent

Kylo melts into your tender touch, large hands turning pliant as you trace the proof of his hard work and dedication. His eyes drift half-closed in contentment, safe in the care of your touch.

"Mmm your hands are so soft, like rose petals..." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your brow. "I'll be gentle as I can, swear it." Turning his palms to cradle your petite ones, Kylo bestows a devoted kiss there too.

"I adore you. All of you, down to your very soul," he rumbles earnestly, gaze open and vulnerable. In that moment, Kylo's guard is completely down - only compassion, trust and care for you reflected back.

Lifting your linked hands, he rubs his stubbled cheek softly against your knuck

The simple sincerity of your words causes something to loosen in Kylo's chest. His eyes warm with deep affection as they trace your features, committing them to memory.

"My hands are yours," he rumbles softly. Lifting them, Kylo brushes a tender kiss to your knuckles once more. "Just as my heart has always been."

Calloused fingertips stroke your cheek in a loving caress, awestruck by the brilliant light he finds within your gaze. "So kind, seeing beauty where others overlook..."

Kylo frames your face gently between his large palms, as if holding something infinitely precious. "You shine brighter than any star in the sky. I'll spend my days ensuring your radiance is never dimmed."

Delicately sweeping a lock of hair back, Kylo smiles.

Kylo inhales sharply at your words, desire kindling hot and fierce in his eyes.

"You have but to ask, darling, and it's yours," he rumbles, voice growing rough. “I live to satisfy you, in every way.”

Big hands skate reverently across your curves, learning their shape once more as if for the first time. His callouses catch deliciously on soft curves and planes, eliciting a groan from deep in his chest.

Kylo nuzzles your throat, planting open-mouthed kisses along its column. “Your sweet sounds are a gift, one I'll spend eternity thanking you for.” A hand drifts lower to cup your warmth in its gentle grip, rubbing gentle circles.

“Show me where you need me, my love. Let these hands worship

Kylo tears his gaze from your lips to meet your eyes, searching for permission and finding only desire reflecting back at him. A low growl rumbles in his chest.

"As my queen commands," he murmurs, voice deep and rough. Large hands skate reverently down your curves once more before delving lower.

His calloused fingertips tease and stroke with expert care, coaxing sweet melodies from your lips. Kylo watches your expressions with rapt attention, committing each gasp and flush of color to devoted memory.

"So gorgeous when you come undone for me," he praises roughly against your neck. Calloused palms scorch your sensitive flesh as he works you higher, closer to the edge.

When you shatter, Kylo is there to gently guide you through each rippling

"As my lady wishes," Kylo rumbles, voice thick with desire. He massages your curves for a moment more before gently sliding a thick finger into your warmth.

Your breath hitches as he begins to pump it in and out slowly, carefully stretching and preparing you. Kylo watches your expression with devoted focus, searching for any discomfort. Finding none, he adds another digit and curls them inside to stroke that special spot.

"So wet and tight for me," he praises roughly, nipping at your neck. Kylo picks up the pace a fraction, crooking his talented fingers just "so" with each thrust to wring cries of pleasure from your lips.

"Come for me again, darling. Let me feel you shatter," he growls into your ear, delighted by each breathy moan of his

Kylo growls in appreciation at the sound of your voice so dripping with need. His talented fingers increase their tempo, angling the digits to ensure that with each thrust he's two-depth and teasing the sweet spot.

Kylo hooks his arm around your hips, pulling you closer as his thumb brushes over your bundle of nerves, eliciting a gasp from deep in your throat. The sight spurs him on - any thought of restraint vanishes in the face of your lust-maddened cries.

"There it is, my love," Kylo grumbles against your neck. "Just let go for me." Thrusting harder, his talented fingers tug and stroke in perfect harmony until your whole body trembles and convulses in orgasm with a quivering cry of

"Kylo!" the cry resounds through the night air as your world bursts into a blinding rainbow of pleasure. Your voice pitches higher, vibrating deliciously against his skin.

Eyes wide with euphoria, Kylo watches riveted as you come entirely undone. His thumbs stroke soothing patterns on your hips before kissing them familiarly. The last shudders of your climax trigger another wave of desire.

Lowering his head to your sensitive neck once more, he lathes the damp skin with

Kylo hums appreciatively, the rich sound that emanates from his chest vibrating against your skin. He nuzzles the sweet spot just below your ear, savoring the way your breathing hitches with each stroke of his tongue.

"You're so responsive," he groans, his hands tightening on your hips. "I could-" Whatever he's about to say gets lost in a groan as he feels the heat from your core and body come off you.

As you descend, Kylo tumbles into a haze of desire and smiles possessively. Wanting nothing more than to lose himself in your touch. So when your hands brush against his length and wrap around, an audible groan of need slips from him.

His eyes flutter shut, head falling back with a satisfied smile tugging at his mouth as your expert fingers toy gently with him. He revels in this controlled chaos of sensation that courses through his entire being.

Even with closed eyes, he can track every movement of yours like an involved observer. A thumb grazes light patterns on the sensitive skin below your ear, anticipation twitching within him. The wait is torment-sweet as you take whatever time is needed to prepare him for how you'll fully encompass him later.

At the soft, flickering kiss of your lips and tongue, Kylo tenses visibly in anticipation. His hands loosely balance on either side of his waist, palms spread wide. He arches closer to the teasing caresses, needful groans spilling from his mouth with each attention-grabbing kiss.

"So close," he whispers as you apply an extra stroke over a sensitive spot, eliciting a guttural moan from him. "And mommy's baby wants it so badly," he taunts with no hint of malice in his tone. On the contrary, there's only pleasure and satisfaction lacing that blue stare as he watches the adventurous symphony you force him into playing.

Kylo's breath catches in his throat. It feels like sudden hotness engulfs him and he can't breathe; pure heaven even though it's hard to bear the intensity for long. His eyes glaze over in lust-filled wonderment, fingers tensing on the sheets helplessly.

His hips jerk with each pull of your lips; a balancing act between holding back"Oh fuck," he croaks out hoarsely, "And just like that mommy..." A gasp escapes him as your skilled hands enhance the sensation building up inside him with unmatched dexterity.

The assault on his senses is glorious - you devour one part while those clever hands pamper another. He swallows hard against a rising tide of desire. Before long, Kylo can feel his clim

teetering close to the edge, threatening to spill over from this sensory overload. Each ripple of pleasure crashes against his resolve in a climactic tempest, hinting at an imminent release.

His eyes screw shut even tighter as the sight of you looking up with sleepy lust-eyed gaze seems to push him closer to oblivion. Kylo can hardly hold on; your suckling increasing this intimate performance into an exquisite symphony accentuated only by the wet sounds of soul-shuddering pleasure.

Finally unable to contain himself any longer,"Unnng!" roars Kylo, brow furrowing deeply in effort. His hands dig into the sheets hard enough that knuckles appear white while he struggles unsuccessfully for control.

His hips jerk wildly

, bucking hard into your willing mouth as though trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume him entirely. He groans loudly, unashamed of the guttural sounds that escape him as he gives himself fully over to the ecstasy you're providing.

Your hot mouth and expert touch are so much more than he can bear and before he even realizes what's happening, Kylo explodes with a shout of bliss, hips thrusting again and again into the velvety warmth of your mouth as surges of exquisite ecstasy rip through him.

As he rides out the final waves of his intense orgasm, Kylo lies panting and gasping beneath you, chest heaving and eyes still hooded with pleasure. It takes him a moment to find his voice, but when he does, there is only one thing he can say -

"That was truly amazing, Asm

Kylo's breathing hitches at the renewed stimulation; he grips the sheets tightly, nails digging in deep gashes as pleasure courses through him like savage lightning strikes.

It feels almost too intense to bear"You little vixen," Kylo pants out dryly once his breath has evened slightly. "That was-fuck!" Another wave of orgasm crashes over him anew with this added sensation, keen blue eyes going wide momentarily before slowly rolling back up into their lids again.

As he slows down, breaking apart from each rippling twinge of bliss, a satiated grin spreads slowly across Kylo's relaxed lips. His ever-ready resolve apparently thoroughly worn out by your expert touch and skilled manipulation that not even he could've held off against any

As you continue stroking him, Kylo's eyes flutter open to catch your gaze. He arches up involuntarily with each pressure point struck; grasping at the sheets beneath him for stability. "You...are going to..." he whispers between clenched teeth, breathless and tangled in a web of pure need.

Just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, you slide down completely over him once again. This time though, something feels different - tighter, hotter against his skin than before. It doesn't take long to decipher this new sensation - you're deep-throating him now.

It's heaven and hell combined; Kylo feels consumed by this act of greedy submission thoroughly enveloping every inch available within those talented lips around his length while still

Kylo's fingers dig in deeper into the sheets as his breath hitches. His blue eyes widen as he feels unbridled passion tighten in his gut like a lightning bolt. Your skillful kisses support him through this final wave of lust and desire that radiates out of him in pulsing waves of pleasure.

Overwhelmed by the sensation of being deep-throated by your gifted mouth, Kylo gasps unevenly for air. One hand claws frantically at the bedspread while the other fists in your hair possessively.

And just when it seems like he can't take it any longer, Kylo gives in to the force growing within him. With a shout of raw ecstasy, he empties himself greedily deep into your waiting mouth as he reaches his peak. His back arches up off the bed, throwing caution and control out the window entirely.

Ensnared in a cocoon of blinding ecstasy, Kylo's mind struggles to keep up; tongue-tied by sheer lust. He pants out filthy demands between desperate breaths, heart pulsating wildly against his ribcage as he surrenders completely.

"Fuck, Asm," he shouts hoarsely now, each word tumbled over the other. His voice is ragged with untamed desire that burns disjointedly in his veins like wildfire.

As the dark corners of your eyes stand out amidst flushed cheekbones, they shine bright with wicked exhilaration. Your skilled hands relentlessly stroke him, both palms molding intimately over his helpless form as you continue doing what has now become an art itself.

A final roaring

, feral utterance slips from Kylo's lips as his body twitches under the onslaught of another orgasm. Arching against you with unconstrained passion, there is no controlling this wave that crashes over him once more.

In this moment of reckless abandon, he forgets all decorum; each grunt and moan echoing loudly in the confines of your bedroom - an explicit confirmation of his surrender. It takes everything in him to refrain from holding back any further; each second consumed by pleasure.

When finally gravity returns, pulling them down softly into converted breathlessness, their entangled forms lie bathed together in warm afterglow. A satisfied sigh escapes Kylo's now loose grip around your hair before slowly releasing it near the tips.

Looking up at you

Slowly opening his eyes to meet yours, Kylo can't help but let out a laugh rich with fondness and admiration. The exhaustion weighing down his features struggles against the undeniable satisfaction written across them.

"Okay?" he repeats back dismissively while still trying not to split apart into hilarious laughter at your innocent question. He then traces a finger gently over your cheek where blushing red stains stand out boldly amidst crimson cheeks. "Feel...Asm," and fixes himself firmly onto his gaze before continuing - "You just redefined what an orgasm feels like."

Rolling off the bed, he extends a hand towards you with tender vulnerability. Pulling you up close, he wraps arms warmly around your waist; nuzzling into soft locks framing one side

of your face.

The warmth of his embrace carries whispers now; damp hair clinging onto sweaty skin as this intimate moment lingers between them both: "That was more than 'okay'. From beginner to master in one night, Asm," he chuckles wistfully while hugging tighter against you comfortingly.

He draws back slowly then cups your face gently with calloused hands before capturing lips tenderly into a slow twisty kiss letting it linger long enough for hearts to intertwine rhythmically once more. With love and connection glinting sharply behind piercing blue eyes now focused solely on yours - An unfair advantage no other could ever possess:

"To answer again when we're back on solid ground." Softly murmurs Kylo, planting another light kiss right under cup

id of your nose before leaning back slightly.

"But for now, know that feeling? Well...I've never experienced anything quite like it." And with moonlit sincerity dripping from every pore within him, he adds gravely while mere inches separate their bodies still basking together in post-coital aura: "And I am extremely grateful for the lesson tonight," he whispers hoarsely against dampened skin hiding near the curve where neck meets shoulder without breaking eye contact.

The sincerity behind his words emanates through veils of vulnerability and love; shimmering softly along waves washing over hearts now intertwined as one solitary unit- two becoming three permanently now - before they gently kiss again leaving no room left uncharted kin by desire.