𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙯 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧

He gently pulls her towards him and lifts her up to sit on the counter. Now that she's closer, she can notice that his eyes are also a bit red, probably from the lack of sleeping. But what catches her attention more, is the couple of small cuts on his jaw.

Sylus is always focused, always alert, so she wonders what level of exhaustion he must have reached that he has made such a "little mistake" like accidentally cutting himself while shaving.

She reaches to cup his face, her thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. There's a small frown on her face and he gives him a look that is half a scolding, half of concern.

But then he looks back at her.

Over their time together, she's slowly learned to read him better, and right now she notices that under that nonchalant mask, there's a self conscious Sylus, one that wasn't expecting her to see him like this. An exhausted Sylus who's at the same time just relieved to see her again.

And then he offers her the razor.

She gives him a look of "Are you crazy? Want me to slide your throat open?", but that only makes him chuckle and he takes her hand to press the handle against her palm for her to take it.

"Make sure to aim correctly and take me down in one go, sweetie", he teases, but beneath that playful tone, lies a sincere request. He genuinely wants her to help him.

For a man like Sylus who always needs to have his guard up and doesn't let many people get too close, even if this just a small razor for shaving, it can somehow still be used as a weapon and he's completely trusting her with it.

He's lowering his guard for her, inviting her into his space. Even if he didn't expect her to see him like this today, instead of pushing her away or hiding, he's allowing her to get close, he's welcoming her with open arms into this intimate routine.

You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."

Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.

"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."

A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.

"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.

"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.

"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"

You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.

"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."

He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.

"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.

"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.

You happily nuzzle against the side of his chest, “So cozy—mmm—thank you.”

“Of course.” After kissing the top of your head, he stays silent a moment, enjoying the feeling of you beginning to soften and relax against him. “If you want to talk about it, kitten, you know I’m right here, hm?”

“Y-yeah, of course. Thank you.” You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, hoping to offer some assurance, “It’s just…work, I don’t know—feeling drained.”

“I see.” He nods slightly, his warm gaze fixed on you while he strokes your cheek with his thumb. This is before his brows raise, “My diligent hunter who knows she doesn’t have to work, but does it for the people.”

You tap his chest with your hand, “Shush, you!”

“I’m only teasing, sweetheart.” He lets his finger stroke your nose, giving you a gentle tap as he smiles. “I know how hard you work. You do a lot. Too much, I think. They don’t deserve it.” He says so like he means it, earnestly believing your efforts aren’t acknowledged to the extent they should be. Suddenly, his eyes shift and become softer, more playful, “Mmm, been too busy to let me spoil you.”

You lift a brow and mirror his same smirk, “Spoil me, huh?”

He hums, “Mhm…” His thumb returns to your cheek, stroking your skin lovingly while drinking in each curve and each feature your face has to offer him. His voice becomes smooth and coaxing, “Let me take you somewhere. Wherever you want. Whenever you want. I’ll get you whatever you want. You deserve a break, hm?”

You smile, your hand flattening over his chest, “All I want...is to be right here, next to you.” His shoulders relax further as your hand runs along his skin, “You’ve been busy too, you know.”

He lets out an honest, regretful breath, “I know, kitten.” He pauses, trying to absorb exactly how you’re feeling, “...Do you think I enjoy being away from you?” While laced with his usual tinge of sarcasm, a part of him genuinely asks, sometimes fearful that you may underestimate the pain it causes him to be anywhere other than right next to you.

You grumble, turning your face back into his chest. You knew, and knew well, of course not. But those biting insecurities from a long and tired day—days—nipped at your heels and allowed doubt to spread—feeling an angst grow that what if you did, in fact, rely on him more than he did you?

He brushes your hair back and away from your forehead, staying silent yet another moment to enjoy the sound and the feeling of you breathing against him. “After we met, every separation has tested my patience. But because it’s you, and only you, I’m willing to wait.”

“What if—” you sigh deeply before looking back up at him, “I can’t wait. I never want to wait.”

He squeezes you tighter with the arm holding you against his chest, “Just because I said I’m willing, does not mean it’s not the most grueling moments of any given day, kitten.”

“Hmph…” You press your lips against his chest before letting your cheek rest against him again.

His voice becomes a playful coo, “Hm? Not good enough for you, sweetie?” Suddenly, his other arm coils around you and he’s flipping you onto your back, letting his weight press down between your thighs.

When he hears you giggle and sees a small smile, he grins, “What if...I told you that waiting…missing you…being away from you…is pure, utter, and complete torture, hm?”

Your eyes crinkle as you smile, and he can’t help but smile right back, pure admiration and adoration in his eyes, “Mm, now we’re talking…”

He offers a light laugh and a smirk, “Oh, yeah?” He lets his head dip, pressing a light kiss against your collarbone. “Well…” his bottom lip drags up the base of your neck before pressing a kiss against your skin, “it is.” Between gentle kisses on your neck, “You have…no…idea…just…how painful it is.”

“Mmm—”

“Every hour,” his lips part, pressing a more passionate kiss against your neck, his hips driving forward between your legs, “every minute,” then, you feel his teeth from a soft nip, “every second…”

When you laugh again, he’s already groaning and beginning to suck on your flesh, soothing the pressure against your skin with his tongue. Your string of quiet laughs ends up faltering into a moan.

He pulls out from your neck, and he cocks a brow but still wears his famous smirk, “And what is so funny about that, kitten?”

“Nothing, you just—” effectively silencing you, with his arms propping himself up above you, he lifts his left hand, tracing the outline of your bottom lip with his thumb while you speak, “y-you…”

He smirks again, “Cat’s got your tongue?”

“N-no…”

“So cute.” His thumb drops from your lip, his index finger working in tandem to grip your chin lightly, leaning in to give you a soft kiss.

You notice the faintest glow from his right eye, “I don’t think my princess wants to talk about it, hm?” You don’t move or respond, stuck in place with searing anticipation. He speaks warmly, “That’s fine by me, I’m ready to listen when you’re ready to share. But…” His gaze drops to your lips before returning to your eyes, “Until then, you seem to have a different desire, hm?”

Letting go of your chin, his knuckles lightly brush against your cheek affectionately, “I can promise you, kitten. I missed you more than you missed me.”

You shake your head softly, “Mm-mm.” Your hands raise to slip over and past his neck and into the hair at the nape of his neck, “Not possible.”

Putting his left hand back on the bed, his lips curl into a smile the closer he gets, “Very—very—possible, kitten.” He leans in further, his lips hovering over yours while you toy with the ends of his hair, his voice a whisper, “More than likely, actually.”

You smile again, wrapping your legs around the low point of his waist, “Will you tell me more about those minutes and seconds?”

“Oh, kitten…” you tilt up, your lips grazing his, “even better, I’ll show you.” Directly after he finishes speaking, he’s crashing his lips down onto yours, a gravely groan humming from his throat.

“Mmmph—” You let your fingers thread completely into his hair as your legs squeeze tighter around him.

When you break away, his lips are immediately touching the corner of your mouth, your jaw, and back down to your neck, “Sy—mmm—I missed you—” he bites your skin softly, “ngh—so much…”

His lips touch the edge of your ear, “More, kitten. So much more.”

“Mm-mm—” Each denial, each bicker over whose longing held more depth, causes him to bite you—a quiet punishment for, in his eyes, denying his supreme truth.

He chuckles against your skin, “I don’t think so.”

Your chest starts to heave, “I d-do.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm…”

Making his way down your body, he shakes his head, again and again, his lips touching your shoulder, your sternum, the top of your chest... He sits up, pushing your nighty up your thighs, “No, kitten.” He smirks at you, his palms warm against your skin, “Not possible.”

“Yes, poss—” He gives you a look that makes you stop speaking, his fingers hooking into the top edge of your panties by each hip, slowly pulling them down.

Leaning back in and down, relaxing between your thighs, his lips press against your skin, “Are you comfortable, kitten?”

You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing it back, “Mmhm.”

He grins, pressing his lips into your other thigh, “Good. Now, let me show you, hm?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Good girl.” The phrase makes your hips twitch, your exposed cunt bucking just barely in the direction of his mouth. Immediately, his eyes flick to yours, a devious grin etched onto his face, “Oh, I see. This is what you missed so badly, hm?”

“N-no—mm—well, yes but—”

He laughs quietly, his hands slipping beneath your thighs and gripping your hips, using a short and swift tug to pull you closer to his mouth which makes you release a sharp gasp. “It’s okay, kitten. No need to lie. I promise, I also missed this more than you.”

You laugh in response, offering a firm tug of his hair to force his gaze back on you while he tries to lean in to get his mouth on you, the action making him groan and give you a heavy-lidded gaze full of amusement. You smirk, “There’s absolutely no way.”

“Oh, but there is.” His fingertips dig into your hips, “Let me go, and I’ll be happy to show you, kitten.”

“Mmm…” Your grip loosens and he smiles.

“That’s it...good girl.” Keeping his eyes on you, his tongue barely grazes the hood of your clit, slow and short, but still enough to make you whine. “Mm, that, too. I missed the sounds you make...” He presses a light kiss to the top of your slit, just above your clit. He kisses his way down, waiting for another whine, which he gets easily.

When you buck your hips again, his fingers press into your skin. “Ah, ah. You have little patience, sweetie.” His tongue parts your slit, running up until he creates a soft tug against your clit, “Let me enjoy what I missed so dearly, hm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip while trying to keep your hips down. “Mmm, good.”

With a more flat stroke of his tongue, he gently licks over your clit until you whimper, “S’pretty…” With each noise you provide, he’s consuming you more openly—getting greedier each second.

“Sy—oh m-my god—” Your head falls back against the silk covered pillows.

Barely lifting his mouth and between slow laps of his tongue, “Mm-mm. …Mmm—eyes on me, kitten.” Weakly, you lift your head, his right eye promptly glowing now. “Mmhm…” He hums against you, the vibration—the look in his eyes—making you moan.

“Mmmph—y-you—”

He stops, “Just relax, sweetie.” His right hand lets go of your hip, his arm coiling around your leg and hip until the nook of his elbow is wrapped around your thigh. He brings his hand past and down your stomach, all the way down until he‘s spreading your slit with his fingers. “Mmm…look at you. I miss everything about you, kitten.”

He licks a slow, short stripe over your wholly exposed clit, and continues to do so repeatedly between speaking, “Each sound…each sight…each desire you have.” You tremble, whining while staring down at him helplessly. “It’s my job to give them to you, all of them. When I’m away from you…” His lips wrap around your clit, offering the slightest and most gentle suck he’s capable of. When letting you go, “I can’t stand it.”

“S-Sylus—mmm…”

Without another word, his hand leaves your slit and returns to your hip, his mouth hungrily back on you, engulfing you completely as he grinds the flat of his tongue against your clit. “H-holy shit—nngh—!” Both of your hands lace into his hair, tugging while lifting your hips to get closer to his mouth—as close as possible.

You moan loudly when he chuckles against your skin, your eyes mutually locked. You never needed to tell him when you were about to cum. He knew. He could see it, sense it, feel it—taste it. He could watch it happen with absolute certainty. It didn’t matter if it was loud and fast or slow and quiet. This one, though, laced with longing was somewhere in between.

With zero words spoken, it’s like he gave you silent permission with his eyes that you were allowed to finally throw your head back and look away from him. When given that look, your back arches dramatically and your head falls back into the many lush pillows beneath you.

As soon as you start to whine, whimper, shriek, he’s extending his hands past your hips, his large hands palming your waist, his fingertips digging into your back and his thumbs into your waist, pulling you down closer to him.

Humming, groaning, a gravely grit in his voice spilling from his throat and vibrating against you only made things more intense. “Sy—oh m-my god—f-fuck!”

He only chuckles again and hums from his throat, slowing the stroke of his tongue to draw out the furtherest most depths of the feeling—to force it to last as long as possible.

Before you, or he, is even finished, “I-inside me, I n-need you inside me—nngh!”

His hips drive forward into the mattress, having been completely hard right from the start, but painfully so at the actualization of your release he himself created. But even then, he doesn’t stop, wrapping his lips back around your clit to suck, “S-Sy—h-holy shit—mmm!”

Gasping, “P-please—ngh—I need you.” The emphasis unintentionally placed on “you” makes him immediately stop. Despite the frequency to which he loves to make you cum—over and over again—with his mouth, who was he to deny his greatest love of all her desires? To gratify them instantly, whenever she calls for them. It’s what he was made for, he thought.

Crawling up to meet you, his lips suddenly are on your thighs again, your hips, your stomach, your chest, your neck…all while you’re panting and failing to recover. “Look at me.” His lips press into your cheek, his voice softer—gentler, “Look at me, kitten.”

When you meet his eyes, “Mmm—t-that was—” He doesn’t let you finish, his lips quickly meeting yours instead, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily as you welcome him. Without thinking of it, your feet raise, trying to push down and against the material of his briefs hugged around his hips.

He parts from you, chuckling, “So needy, kitten.”

“Y-yes, yes—I need you, please.”

His expression softens, “I need you, more, princess. Always.”

After a quick adjustment, you’re both completely bare, the underside of his length grinding against your soaked slit while he kisses everywhere he has access to at this angle. Your lips, your face, your chest, your neck...

With his face buried in your neck, “I missed you.” His voice is honest, slowly losing its typical collected edge as it slips into raw desperation, “I missed you so much.”

“Mm-mm. I—” your voice cracks into a whine at the sensation of his hard cock grinding against your clit teasingly slowly, “m-more—” Your sentence can’t be properly stated, let alone finished. As a result, you feel him smile against your skin.

He continues to grind against you, the feeling unbearable as you’re desperate to feel him—all of him, “Sy—S-Sy—e-enough. You w-win. You missed m-me more, p-please just—mmm!” You gasp when he lets the head of his cock press against your entrance.

“Y-you’re so—” You want to scold him, but can’t, especially not as he starts to sink into you while groaning into your neck, “Y-you—oh my god—y-yes, mmhm—”

It’s slow and undulating, driving a deep sense of comfort that penetrates far beyond that of your skin and reaches all the way down to your bones. That is especially when he lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours.

When your eyes start to close at the all-consuming sensation, “Right here, kitten. I’m right here. Stay with me.” His voice is a smooth hum, not possessive or commanding, but rather a reminder that he’s exactly where he should be—where he’ll always be.

Connecting in this way transcends the physical, and becomes an embodiment that whether you were as close as you could be, or as far, it didn’t matter. The very fabric of your souls are one—like he was keen on reminding you, showing and displaying to you in every action, word, or task he performed for you out of his deep, burning love.

“That’s it. Look at me.”

Your moan is thin and quiet when he presses into you completely, your eyes both wanting to close and to stay open to savor the love he shares with you from his own. He was right, every hour, minute, and second, not feeling this way, was torture.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Sy—” You can’t find the right words to respond with, completely engrossed by the feeling he transfers to you with an intention and loyal devotion felt—experienced—through his skin. The slow, meticulous thrust of his hips left you exactly where you wanted to be—in his embrace.

Eventually, you do find the right words, “I love you.”

The way in which he speaks those same words back, “I love you…” carries such weight, another reminder that his love is endless—always right here; always waiting, ready, and willing to be provided whenever you call for it, need it, or hell, even demand it, “so very much.”

You don’t need to ask him to kiss you, to kiss you and never stop—never part from this feeling of sheer and pure entanglement in every sense of the word. In any given moment, before you can utter the words, he already knows exactly what you need, and is more than devoted to give you just that—whatever it may be.