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soulofapatrick · 11 months

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A Night To Remember - Greyson Hawthorne x reader

Summary: Greyson and you dance at Jameson and Avery's wedding

Words: 2k

Warnings: none

Notes: Requested by @blocked-zombieartist - sorry it took so long to get writing!

Y/N’s POV

I sit in the elegant ballroom of the Hawthorne Mason, the soft strains of music filling the air as Jameson and Avery take the centre of the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. The room is awash in a warm, golden glow, casting an almost magical aura over the entire scene. It’s a fairytale setting for a love that has endured countless trails.

Avery’s gown shimmers like moonlight on the water as she moves gracefully in Jameson’s arms. Her laughter fills the room, pure and infectious, and it’s as if all the stars have aligned to make this night perfect. I can’t help but sigh contentedly, overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment.

Just when I think the moment couldn’t get any more perfect, a familiar presence by my side catches my attention. Greyson Hawthorne, the enigmatic and elusive member of the Hawthorne family, settles into the seat next to mine. His presence has a way of commanding my attention, even in a room full of distinguished guests.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Greyson’s voice is soft, his gaze fixed on the dance floor.

I turn my head to look at him, and the corners of my lips curl into a small smile, “Absolutely, they look so happy.”

There’s a sadness to my voice that even I hear and I know Greyson hears it as he shifts in his seat, as if offering me his shoulder to lean on and I do just that. His shoulder is a solid, reassuring pressure as I lay my head against it. The gesture a testament to the bond that has grown between us, one that transcends the complexities of the Hawthorne inheritance.

His suit, impeccably tailored, emits a faint whiff of cedarwood and leather, a scent that has become oddly comforting to me. His hand, strong and warm, finds its place in mine on my lap as if it belongs there.

As Jameson and Avery sway to the gentle rhythm of the music, Greyson and I share a moment of quiet companionship. There’s something comforting in the silence between us, an unspoken understanding that we’re both witnesses to a love story that defies the odds. I catch the subside tightening of his jaw, the flicker of emotions in his eyes, though he remains reserved. I steal a longer glance at Greyson’s profile his expression inscrutable as ever. There’s a mystery that surrounds him, one I’ve been drawn to from the moment I stopped into this whirlwind of intrigue and fortune. But in this moment, as we watch two of my dearest friends celebrate this love, I find solace in the simplicity of the present.

The song begins to wind down, and Jameson and Avery’s first dance comes to a graceful conclusion. There room bursts into applause, and the couple shares a tender kiss. I can’t help but wipe away a tear, moved by the depth of their love and the beauty of their union.

As if on cue, Jameson and Avery call the guests up to join them on the dance floor. I hesitate, content to watch the festivities unfold from my vantage point next to Greyson. But he has other plans. Greyson gently squeezes my hand, his touch firm and reassuring, and reassuring, and he stands up.

“Come on Mouse,” He says, his voice carrying a hint of a soft smile, “It’s time to celebrate with them.”

I try to protest, knowing that I’m not much of a dancer and feeling a bit of self-conscious. But Greyson is persistent, and with a mix of charm and determination, he guides me to my feet.

Reluctantly, I follow him to the dance floor, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. As the music starts up again, Greyson’s hand finds its place on the small of my back, and together, we sway to the rhythm. His touch is both grounding and electrifying, and I can’t help but feel a growing connection between us.

The other guests join in, and the dance floor becomes a whirlwind of joy and celebration. The world outside fades away, leaving only the music, the laughter, and the warmth of Greyson's presence. In that moment, the enigmatic Hawthorne heir and I are simply two people celebrating the love of our friends, losing ourselves in the beauty of the present. The dance floor comes alive with the energy of the other guests, and the music pulses through our veins. The world outside fades away, and for now, it’s just the music, the laughter, and the warms of Greyson’s presence.

Greyson's hand, warm and sure, exerts a gentle pressure on the small of my back, sending an electric thrill coursing through my body. Our movements on the dance floor remain perfectly synchronised, but it's the intensity of his gaze that holds me captive. Those enigmatic eyes, which I've found so elusive in the past, now gleam with a newfound playfulness. His lips curl into a sly smile, revealing a side of him I've rarely seen

“You know, “ He says, his voice low and intimate, “I’ve been waiting for a dance with you all evening.”

His words, spoken in a low and intimate tone, hang in the air like a tantalising promise. My heart flutters, and I find myself breathless and lost for words. It’s as though the rest of the world has faded into the background, leaving only Greyson and me in our private cocoon of attraction and desire.

As As Greyson's voice continues to envelop me like a velvety caress, I'm acutely aware of the nearness of his body. The enchantment of the dance floor seems to swirl around us, drawing us into a private world where only the two of us exist. With each word, each sultry intonation, the burning curiosity within me intensifies. I yearn to hear more, to unravel the mystery of Greyson Hawthorne, to understand the depths hidden behind those captivating eyes.

Yet, simultaneously, there's a part of me that longs to hide my face, to shield myself from the overwhelming allure of his charm. The tension between these conflicting desires rages within, creating a thrilling storm of emotions. It's as if Greyson possesses the power to render me utterly vulnerable with his magnetic presence and his artful flirting.

I feel the warmth radiating from his body, like a protective cocoon encasing us both, and every small movement, every subtle brush of his fingers against my back, deepens the sensation of being drawn further into the enchanting dance. It's a dance of desire and anticipation, an unspoken connection that intensifies with each passing second.

Swept up in the mesmerising spell of our shared moment, I feel as though I’m melting from the inside out, like wax beneath the heat of his seduction. I can’t help but surrender to the whirlwind of emotions that courses through me—nervousness mixing with uncontrollable desire, creating a heady cocktail of longing and attraction.

In the dimly lit room, Greyson's knowing smile seems to deepen the intrigue of the moment. He leads me with a confidence that is both alluring and reassuring, his fingers laced with mine as we escape the bustling ballroom. The door closes behind us, and we find ourselves enveloped in an intimate silence.

The muted sounds of celebration next door are like distant memories, and in the privacy of this secluded space, the air becomes charged with anticipation. It's as though the world outside has faded away, leaving only Greyson and me, locked in an unspoken dance of attraction.

As he draws me closer, his body aligns perfectly with mine, and I can feel his heartbeats matching the rhythm of my own. Greyson's hands gently grasp my hips, his touch both firm and gentle, and with a sudden and daring move, he lifts me off the ground. I let out an astonished gasp, my heart racing, and he spins me around in his arms, creating a whirlwind of sensations that leave me breathless. My laughter mingles with the joy of the moment, and I can’t help but feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Greyson’s magnetic charm, combined with his audacious actions, is a heady cocktail that has me completely disarmed. In this exhilarating dance, I’m no longer able to keep the whirlwind of emotions at bay.

As Greyson sets me down, our eyes lock, and the world seems to stand still. In that moment, the realisation hits me like a tidal wave. It's not just attraction that courses through my veins; it's something far more profound and all-encompassing. Love, deep and enduring, has been quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

The sudden panic that washes over me is palpable. The intensity of my emotions threatens to consume me, and I instinctively push myself away from Greyson, creating distance between us. I need to regain control, to prevent myself from doing something reckless, like kissing him in the heat of the moment.

With a quick, uneasy glance over my shoulder, I turn to flee from the room. But just as I take that first step, Greyson's strong hand grabs my arm, halting my escape. He pulls me back to him with a sense of urgency, his voice a whispered confession that shatters my resolve.

"I feel it too," he murmurs, his words tinged with vulnerability, before his fingers brush against my cheek, tilting my face up toward his.

In that heart-pounding instant, he claims my lips with a kiss that's both passionate and tender, igniting a fire that leaves me utterly breathless. It's a revelation of mutual longing, a confirmation of emotions that have been hidden for far too long.

The kiss is a breathtaking fusion of passion and tenderness, igniting a fire deep within me that I never knew existed. Our lips meld together as if they were always meant to, creating a sensation that leaves me utterly breathless. In that heart-pounding moment, all my doubts and uncertainties dissolve into the profound realising that this connection has been silently growing, concealed beneath the surface for far too long.

With each tender press of our lips, I feel a surge of emotion that sweeps me off my feet. It’s a sweet surrender, as if the barriers I’ve built around my heart have crumbled in an instant. Greyson’s kiss is a revelation, a confirmation of our mutual longing, a powerful and transformative force that binds us together.

As we break apart, gasping for breath, a knowing smile dances on Greyson’s lips. Without a word, he walks me backwards, keeping a firm grip on my hips, guiding me until I’m wedged between him and the wall. His body is a reassuring and protective presence, and I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine, matching the rapid beat of our hearts.

The room seems to shrink around us, narrowing our world to this intimate space where everyone is redacted to the touch, the sensation, and the yearning in our eyes. It’s a moment that feels both timeless and fleeting, as if the past and the future converge into a single point of connection.

Greyson’s arms encircle me with a possessive tenderness, drawing me closer until there’s barely any space between us. It’s as if he’s determined to anchor me in this moment, to make me realise the depth of his longing and devotion. His eyes, burning with an intensity that’s impossible to ignore, lock onto mine. In that gaze, I see years of unspoken desire and the weight of countless moments that have led us to this precise. I’m hopelessly captive by the connection that surges between us, unable to look away from the truth that lies within his gaze.

And then, as if he can no longer contain the words, he confesses, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

My heart skips a beat at his admission, and I can’t help but smile in response, feeling a mix of joy, excitement, and relief. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I challenge him, “Well, kiss me them.”

Greyson’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, and he leans in closer, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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soulofapatrick · 11 months

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Whispers in the Night - Greyson Hawthorne x Reader

Summary: You and Greyson are in a secret relationship and one night leads to you two deciding you want to tell to everyone

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut (p in v); fingering

Notes: I hope this is what the anon who requested Greyson spice was looking for! feedback is always welcome

Y/N’s POV

I had been living in the Hawthorne mansion for a few years now, ever since I was taken in by that man - Tobias Hawthorne - and became a part of their peculiar everyday. Adjusting to this new life had been a whirlwind, and I fund myself spending most of my time with Greyson Hawthorne, the enigmatic and brooding second eldest. His charm, mysterious aura and those smouldering grey eyes never failed to captivate me.

Our relationship had evolved beyond friendship over those years. The intense chemistry between us was undeniable, and there was an unspoken understanding that went beyond words. We would steal secret glances when no one was looking, share playful smiles and engage in conversations that would leave our hearts racing.

In the dead of night, we would meet in secluded corners of the mansion, hidden away from prying eyes. The library, the conservatory, the labyrinthine hallways – they all became the backdrop of our secret rendezvous. It was in these stolen moments that our connection deepened. We would talk about our hopes, fears, and dreams, laying bare our souls under the moon's gentle gaze. Our relationship flourished in stolen kisses, tender touches, and lingering embraces that spoke of longing and desire. Greyson's lips were a temptation I couldn't resist, and his kisses left me breathless, wanting more. Each stolen moment we shared was a testament to the powerful attraction between us, the magnetic pull that we couldn't ignore.

Tonight was a sleepless night for me, I tossed and turned in my extravagant bedroom, unable to shake off the unsettling feeling that something was missing. A quiet longing had settled within me, leaving me restless and uneasy. My heart raced as I contemplated what to do, and before I could overthink it, I’m slipping out of bed.

With determined steps, I navigate the familiar corridors of the mansion, avoiding the creaky floorboards that could betray my late-night escapade. My destination was always clear in my mind, even though I had never shared my intention with anyone. My heart pounds in my chest as I stand before Greyson’s bedroom door, hesitation for a moment.

What if I wake him? What if he’s not alone tonight? These thoughts whirl in my mind, but the pull is too strong to resist. I press my ear to the door, straining to catch any sign of movement or sound within. Only silence greets me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turn the handle and let myself inside.

As I enter Greyson’s room, I find hi at his desk, bathed in a gentle, silvery light of the lamp on his desk. He’s engrossed in a book, his attention fixated on the pages, and he doesn’t immediately notice my presence. His incredibly handsome features are illuminated by the gentle glow of the lamp, his tousled light blond hair catching the subtle highlights. His strong jawline and intense gaze remains fixe on the words before him.

I watch in fascination, my heart pounding, as he flips a page with careful deliberation. His long fingers gracefully turn the parchment, and I can see the slight crease in his brow, evidence of the concentration he pours into his reading. His sharp cheekbones cast captivating shadows in the soft light, and the subtle curve of his lips hold an unspoken story, a secret that only I seem to know.

The room is filled with the scent of old books and the quiet rustling of pages, a backdrop to Greyson’s solitary world. The way he immerses himself in the story, the way his grey eyes dart across the text, absorbing every word, it’s as if nothing else exists for him in this moment.

A sense of vulnerability washes over me as I stand in the doorway, feeling like an intruder in his private sanctuary. Yet, that same vulnerability is what makes me yearn for him more intensely. I long to be a part of his world, to share in his passions, to be the one who captures his attention in a way that no book ever could.

The room remains silent, save for the soft rustling of pages as I approach Greyson's desk. My footsteps are a mere whisper, barely registering in the dimly lit space. When I reach his desk, I extend a hand and rest it gently on his shoulder, my touch a delicate caress meant to draw him away from the written world and into the reality of our desires. Greyson’s pale gray eyes, bordering on silver, finally lift from the pages, and they lock onto mine. There's a glimmer of surprise, quickly giving way to a slow, sensual smile that sends a thrilling shiver down my spine. The air between us is charged with unspoken longing, and in that moment, the world outside ceases to exist.

His book is placed aside with deliberate care, his attention now fully on me. Greyson pushes his chair back just enough to allow me to straddle him. As I settle onto his lap, his hands, strong and confident, find my hips, their warmth a contrast to the cool, silvery light that bathes the room.

The gray of his eyes darkens, deepening with an intensity that mirrors the desire building between us. We’re locked in unspoken understanding, the energy in the room palpable. I lean in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, our connection deepening as our tongues dance in the silvery glow, and the lines between our desires and the mysterious world we live in blur, fading into the background.

The moment our lips meet, it’s as if a spark ignites, setting us both ablaze with a feverish, pent-up passion. Greyson’s mouth is warm and inviting, and the taste of his desire is an intoxicating elixir. As our tongues entwine in a fervent, hungry dance, a fiery heart simmers within me, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

His hands on my hips are a potent combination of strengths and gentleness, guiding me and holding me close. The tension between us is palpable, the weight of our shared longing making each touch, each caress, feel charged with electric energy. I feel his desire growing beneath me, a firm, urgent need that matches the favour of my own.

Our kiss deepens further, becoming a passionate symphony of desire and yearning. The lines between our desires and the enigmatic world of the Hawthorn mansion blur into nothingness. In this stolen moment, we are bound by our love, our insatiable attraction, and the silvery glow of the room, casting shadows that echo the secrets we’ve kept hidden for far too long.

Finally, Greyson breaks the kiss, his lips parting from men with a sated smile that speaks of longing fulfilled. His hands find their way back to my hips, and with a strength that leaves me breathless, his lifts me from his lap. As he stands, carrying me effortlessly, the silver light dances around us, adding an almost ethereal quality to the moment.

He gently places me down on the bed, and before I can react, Greyson is hovering over me, his desire and intensity palpable. Our eyes lock, a connection unspoken yet deeply understood, and I see the same longing mirrored in his grey-silver orbs. His hands slip under the fabric of my pyjama shirt, his touch feather-light as his fingers trail softly up my sides. With each delicate caress, he raises the fabric, his intent clear. As my shirt gradually slides upwards, he helps me pull it over my head, leaving me exposed and vulnerable under the silvery glow.

Once the shirt is discarded, Greyson looks down at me, his gaze intense and filled with desire. His eyes, a mesmerising blend of grey and silver, seem to devour every inch of me, as if I am a forbidden treasure he’s longed to explore. As I lay there, exposed, a shiver of vulnerability washes over me. It’s as if I should hide, cover myself up, but Greysons intense gaze holds me in place. His eyes roam my body with an intensity that makes my heart race.

I can feel his desire, his longing, and it’s both electrifying and terrifying. But then he’s speaking, his voice a soothing balm to my insecurities, “You’re so beautiful,” He says, his words a declaration that carries more weight than mere compliments, “Every single part of you is perfection.”

In that sublime moment, bathed in the soft embrace of silvery light, my heart leaps with joy as Greyson and I share a profound and deeply intimate revelation. It's the very first time we've allowed those three powerful words to slip from our lips, unburdened by the secrets we've held for far too long. This utterance isn't merely a declaration of love; it's a testament to the extraordinary bond that transcends the confines of the enigmatic world we inhabit.

Greyson, overcome with the same emotions that swirl within me, leans down, his lips capturing mine in a passionate and loving kiss. The connection we share is ignited with a heat that mirrors the years of desires we’ve harboured. Our moths meld together in a passionate dance, a promise of unquenchable love and longing. His hands, like explorers of undiscovered territory, glide along my bare skin, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. I gasp into the kiss, each touch a testament to his unwavering affection, every caress a confirmation of the intense desire that binds us.

As we lose ourselves in our passionate kiss, the air around us becomes heavy with longing, and I can feel the undeniable proof of Greyson’s desire pressing against my thigh. His hips grind down against mine, creating an exquisite friction that leaves no room for doubt about mutual want. My hands slide up his shoulders and into the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck while he leans on his elbows, the rough pad of his thumb caressing my cheek and a look of adoration crossing his face. It makes me feel shy and I’m flushing which has him leaning down and capturing me in another sweet and loving kiss that leaves me breathless. The kiss is slow and gentle, filled with tenderness and affection as we try to express what we can’t say. My body relaxes under his, feeling his body against mine and feeling how fast his heart is beating as he nibbles at my bottom lip

“I am so in love with you,” He murmurs, voice low and rich, barely above a whisper and has my breath catching in my throat at those words. His gray eyes are filled with honestly and love and it all feels so cliche as it feels like the rest of the world fades away. I’m having to clear my throat before I choke out those three words back, my heart swelling with happiness and love for this man hovering over me.

He’s kissing me again, deepening the kiss as his hands move from my face to my hips, fitting perfectly in the dips as if his hands were made to sit there. As if my body was sculptured just for him and his hands, the way his fingers dip into the waistband of my panties with a silent question that has me lifting my hips for him. They’re on the floor with my shirt in seconds and his fingers, long and elegant are ghosting over my already soaked heat, gathering the arousal on them before circling my clit gently. A whimper of his name escapes my lips which he swallows in a searing kiss, fingers moving faster against my clit as his mouth drags hot and open mouthed kisses down my neck.

“G-Grey…” I’m tugging at his shirt and jeans, needing him more than I ever could imagine. He soothes me, his mouth hot against my skin as he trails them down my neck. His teeth scraping against the skin as he sucks bright purple hickeys into it, as if he no longer cares about the secrecy of our relationship. As if he wants everyone to know I’m his and his alone and oh fuck, my head is falling back to hit the pillows in bliss.

“Fuck baby,” He’s whining, pressing himself flush against me and capturing me in another breathtaking kiss, this one wanting more and it doesn’t take long for me to tangle my hand in his hair and tug experimentally. The breathy moan he lets out has me tugging harder, wanting to hear more and his hands grip my hips tightly, “You keep doing that…”

Before I can fully process the fervour of our intimate moment, Greyson’s urgency propels him off the bed. In a swift, almost effortless motion, his clothes begin to fall to the floor., revealing the breathtaking sight of his naked form in front of me.

As he stands there, his pale skin is flush with desire and hear, an exquisite canvas brought to life under the silvery glow of the room. His every contour, every line, and every muscle are an embodiment of passion and yearning. The room seems to pulse with anticipation, mirroring the intensity of our desires.

Lips are on my thighs, kisses scattering their way up, unshaved stubble burning the sensitive skin a little and as much as I’d love for him to eat me out, having seen the way he eats ice cream I need him. My hands reach for his blond locks, pulling him away from my aching core and back over me, drawing him for a slow and passionate kiss while wrapping my legs around his waist. He gets the hint, chest rising and falling quickly as he murmurs in my ear, “You need prepping baby.” It has me whining, back arching with need when he circles a pad of his finger around my wet heat.

Any sound I make is swallowed by those addictive lips when he finally pushes a finger in, my walls immediately trying to clench around it and it draws a guttural sound from him. His lips trail down my neck and chest, teeth grazing my nipples before he’s sucking while beginning to move his finger inside me. All of it has my slamming a hand over my mouth as I try to stay quiet, especially when a second finger joins the first and he’s stretching me out. He’s rocking his hips into my leg, trying to be patient to make sure I’m comfortable but if he doesn’t stop soon I’m going to come

I know he can feel me fluttering around his fingers, a cheeky smile on his lips where they’re not biting another hickey into my skin, fingers curling and hitting that bundle of nerves that steals the air from my lungs. It’s as if he already knows my body with the way he has me teetering on the edge of bliss, my walls trying to keep him in and my thighs slamming shut around his arm. His thumb comes up to rub teasing circles into the hard bud and it has my body tensing as I cry our his name, wave after wave of ecstasy shuddering through my body and my mind blanks of everything except Greyson.

“Grey… Fuck, Grey I need you.” I should feel embarrassed at how much I’m whining but the man is taking me apart like he knows my body and the way his lips curve into a small smile against my collarbone he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. His left hand finds mine as he teases me, his right hand reaching between us and grabbing his dick, his tip tapping against my clit a few times before he lines himself up.

“Baby, are you sure?” He asks softly, pulling back enough to see my face and I’m nodding so fast I think I might get whiplash. I’ve never been so sure about anything else, needing Greyson here and now or I might die. It’s all the encouragement he needs to slowly begin to slide in, my eyes squeezing shut as he’s thicker than he could have prepared me for but he’s murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, lips ghosting my neck, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby girl. I’ve got you.”

The whispers accompanied by his fingers gently working on my clit has me relaxing enough to accept him all the way, the moan he lets out when buried to the hilt makes me almost come again there and then. He holds himself still until the uncomfortableness turns into burning hot want and need and I’m cautiously rolling my hips against him, his gray eyes flying open to meet mine with a hungry look in them. He draws me into a hot and heavy kiss as he pulls out so just the tip is still in before he slides back in, filling me up and drawing whimpers and gasps from me.

His other hands finds mine, holding both my hands either side of my head as my legs wrap around his hips to pull him in even further as he begins to gently rock his hips against mine. His body is pressed flush against mine as he captures my lips in such a gentle yet hot kiss, both of us gasping and moaning into the others mouth as he sets a slow and sensual pace. The coarse curls of his v-line catching my clit in such a way that has my legs tightening around him and my back arches as my hips roll to meet his slow thrusts.

I can feel every bump and ridge against my walls with every pull out and his tip presses deliciously into that spongey spot every time he bottoms out. Low and guttural sounds rumble in his chest as our bodies shine with a thin layer of sweat, his tousled hair sticking to his forehead, pale skin flushing as he makes love to me. The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the sounds of the house staring and settling and all I can smell is Greyson, the earthy musk and woodsmoke clinging to him even after the shower I know he had earlier. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.

“Grey… G-Grey…” I’m whining and his teeth are grazing my chin, adding to the pleasure as it feels like every fibre in my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my g-spot with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hops begin snapping against mine, face buries in my neck and hands tightening on my hips where they’ve settled back to hold me in place as I ride out my high, thighs trembling, heels pressing into his back, nails digging half-moons into his shoulders and tugging almost painfully at his fluffy hair.

“W-where-“ He’s gasping out a moan, his beginning to stutter and dick twitching against my walls, “Where can I-“

I’m cutting him off by wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, drawing him even deeper than either of us thought possible and that’s all it takes for Greyson to follow my climax. He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s filling me up, teeth sinking into skin to muffle his moan before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair.

“I’m in love with you too.” I speak it so quietly I’m not sure he hearts it as he presses soft and loving kisses to my neck, his hips still moving in gentle circles of overstimulation against mine but then he’s pulling back enough to lean on his elbows over me, a beautiful smile gracing his face.

“You’re mine darling.” He murmurs, voice low and rich and it sends a thrill though me as he slips out, standing to grab a bowl and clean us, a loving grin breaks out on his face. He’s grinning the while time he’s wiping away the mess sliding down my legs as I’m too spent and tired to move. He helps me into a pair of his boxers and a shirt of his that is baggy. My cheeks burn with an intense blush as Greyson stands there, his eyes locked on me with unwavering admiration. It's an intensity that sends a thrill down my spine, yet it also makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. The overwhelming attention becomes too much to bear, and I have to turn my body away, my embarrassment causing me to hide my face.

With a tenderness that speaks of deep affection, Greyson climbs into the bed hind me. He moves with grace and strength that makes me feel safe and cherished. Gently, he rolls me over to face him, his touch as soothing as a whispered promise. His fingers caress my cheek, brushing my hair from my face, and in the soft silvery light, his gaze is a mixture of love and admiration.

“You are so beautiful.” He reassures me, his voice low and filled with a depth of feeling that matches the emotions reflected in his eyes, “There's no need to hide. You are perfect just the way you are.”

In his arms, under the embrace of the silvery glow, I feel a warmth that goes beyond physical desire. It’s the warmth of acceptance, of love, and the unbreakable bond we share. In this moment, we are free to be our true selves, shedding the masks we wear in the world outside. Our connection, marked by trust and affection, becomes more profound than ever, and I’m overwhelmed by a sense of belonging that has been a long time coming.

“Can we tell the others?” I ask quietly, burying my face in his chest, feeling a warm rumble come from him.

“I think we already did.”

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