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[number1_himbo]

Holy shit.

"No one else is home," he breathes, and thank God for that tour of the house to make sure of it. His lower lip stings just a little from her teeth, and well, she's in a dress and spread across his lap, so she's going to have a very good idea of what that does to him. Especially when she moves just like that, leaving him to chase after in a slow grind. One hand drops to tug her hips close as he kisses her hard. There's a certain care in his touch, an awareness of his strength, but his hunger remains, tongue dipping into Sylvie's mouth again.

"Gonna lock the door anyway," he gasps a moment later, as the thought shouts itself through his hazy brain. He scoops her up easily, making his way back over to the door and turns the lock while he presses her mouth to the hinge of her jaw. Ridiculous, maybe, but if he's finally getting the chance to carry her around like this, he'll take it.

Stronger than most regular men and women, Sylvie seems to have gravitated toward those whose strength can match hers, and when Luther lifts her, she wraps her legs around him, tightening her thighs just for the sake of it. Just so he can feel that she is.

"Lock the door," she agrees, hands sliding up his shoulders and then nails raking over his skin. It isn't hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting, just a little, more skin on him exposed than she's seen before today.

It had been too hot to care earlier and now, as she reaches for the bottom of the tank he's wearing, grabbing the material and peeling it up his back.

Luther's quick to get on board and lose his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. For all of the anxiety he's carried about the body he lives in now, years of feeling wrong and freakish and insecure, nothing keeps him from pressing Sylvie against his closed door and groaning at the scrape of her nails across his skin. His palms slide up the outside of her thighs, up under the dress.

Maybe he overthinks, but once he takes a course of action, Luther commits.

Not that it's hard when he's actually kissing Sylvie, and she's kissing him back with a desire that might surprise him if he weren't able to feel it between them, pulling tight. Big hands cupping her ass, he moves them over to the bed, sitting down and pulling her back into his lap.