“Damn. What a view,” Caleb mutters, his voice dropping low.

“W-welcome home, Caleb-ah!”

At your voice, Sylus deliberately lets your weight drop flat against him. Your belly stretches, completely filled out as you bottom out on his length.

Sylus lets out a low chuckle, acting completely unfazed by the tight grip of your walls, though a sharp tick in his jaw gives him away. “Go take a shower, Caleb. She’s been waiting for you.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle her hunger by yourself?” Caleb counters, stepping closer.

Sylus flashes a smug, dangerous grin. “I can go all night without you, if that’s what you want.”

To prove his point, Sylus hooks a hand under your thigh, lifting it high until his slick length pops completely out of you. A heavy mix of your arousal and his cream spills out instantly, dripping like a glistening honey. Caleb freezes, staring at the endless flow.

“Fuck… look at all that…” Caleb breaths out, his own pants straining hard.

“Tell him, kitten,” Sylus purrs, his voice dark and demanding. “How many times have I filled you up tonight?”

“D-don’t remember… nngh…” Your mind is completely fried.

Caleb’s breath hitches. He tears his eyes away and practically bolts toward the bathroom.

As the door shuts, you look back over your shoulder, your eyes wet with tears. “S-Sy… put it back in, please…”

Sylus grips your hip hard enough to bruise, his smile turning sharp and wicked. “Relax, kitten. I’ll keep you warm until he’s clean. Then we’ll see how much you can really take.”

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The penthouse was bathed in low amber light. Rain tapped against the floor-to-ceiling windows, a steady rhythm that only heightened the thick silence between them.

Sylus sat in the wide leather armchair like a king on his throne, legs spread, one arm draped lazily over the side. His crimson eyes followed Caleb with predatory focus as the younger man moved around the open living space like he owned it.

Sylus had been watching him for twenty-three minutes

Caleb was in a black button-up that was far too open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show toned forearms. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every movement was deliberate — stretching to reach a glass on the top shelf, bending slowly to pick up a fallen coaster, licking a drop of whiskey from his thumb while maintaining eye contact.

"You're awfully quiet tonight," Caleb said, voice light and mocking. He sauntered closer, stopping just out of reach. "Cat got your tongue, Sylus?"

Sylus's jaw flexed. He took a slow sip of his drink, refusing to rise to the bait.

Caleb smirked. He stepped between Sylus's spread thighs, close enough that his knees brushed the inside of Sylus's legs, but not touching anywhere important.

"I've been thinking," Caleb continued, tilting his head. "You act like you have me all figured out. Like one look from you and I'll drop to my knees." He leaned down, breath ghosting over Sylus's ear. "But we both know that's not true… don't we?"

Sylus's hand shot out and gripped Caleb's wrist before he could pull away. “You’re testing my patience tonight,” Sylus murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Keep going. See what happens.”

Caleb's grin widened. Instead of pulling back, he twisted his wrist just enough to turn the grip into something almost intimate, fingers brushing over Sylus's pulse point.

"Maybe I want to see what happens."

He stepped back before Sylus could react, leaving the older man's hand hovering in empty air. Sylus's eyes narrowed dangerously.

For the next twenty minutes, Caleb tortured him with proximity.

He'd brush past Sylus's shoulder while walking by. Drag his fingers lightly across the back of the armchair. Once, he even leaned over the back of the chair, chest pressing against Sylus's shoulder as he reached for a book on the shelf behind him, lips barely an inch from Sylus's temple.

"You smell good when you're pissed off," Caleb whispered.

Sylus's hand snapped up and fisted in Caleb's shirt, yanking him down so their faces were level.

"You're walking a very thin line," Sylus growled.

Caleb's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then push me over it."

Sylus released him. Again.

Caleb laughed softly as he walked away, hips rolling just a little more than necessary. He could feel Sylus's gaze burning into his back.

The tension kept building.

Sylus tried to ignore him. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through reports, but his grip on the device was white-knuckled. Every time Caleb made a soft sound — a hum, a sigh, a quiet laugh — Sylus's eyes flicked up.

Caleb noticed.

He grew bolder.

At one point he stood directly in front of Sylus, slowly unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, revealing the smooth planes of his chest and the faint trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He didn't take it off. He just let it hang open while he stretched his arms above his head, back arching.

"See something you want?" Caleb asked, voice husky.

Sylus's throat worked. His eyes dragged down Caleb's body like a physical touch, lingering on the sharp cut of his hips, the way his pants sat low.

"Come here," Sylus ordered, voice rough.

Caleb took one step forward… then stopped. "Make me."

Sylus stood up.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate. He towered over Caleb, one hand coming up to grip his jaw, thumb pressing into his bottom lip. For a moment, Caleb thought he had finally won.

Then Sylus leaned in and kissed him — slow, filthy, and devastating. His tongue slid against Caleb's, deep and claiming, but the second Caleb tried to deepen it, Sylus pulled back just enough to keep him chasing. When Caleb grabbed at his shirt, Sylus caught both wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head.

"You don't get to rush this," Sylus whispered against his mouth. "Not after the way you've been acting."

Sylus let him go so suddenly that Caleb stumbled backward, catching himself on the edge of the couch. Then Sylus walked away, returning to his chair like nothing had happened.

For the next hour, he ignored him.

Every time Caleb tried to provoke him — stretching languidly on the couch, making sly comments, "accidentally" brushing his foot against Sylus's leg — Sylus simply didn't react. The silence grew thicker, heavier. Caleb's smirk slowly started to falter.

By the time Sylus finally moved again, Caleb was restless, thighs pressed together, cheeks flushed with frustration.

Sylus stopped right in front of him, towering over where Caleb sat on the couch. He reached down and slowly dragged his thumb across Caleb's bottom lip, pressing just hard enough to make his mouth part.

"You've been a fucking brat for two hours straight," Sylus said quietly. "Do you have any idea how close I am to bending you over and fucking the attitude out of you until you cry?"

Caleb's breath hitched, but he still managed a shaky smirk. "Then do it."

Sylus hauled him up from the couch in one smooth motion, pulling him flush against his chest. "You've been teasing me for hours," Sylus murmured against his lips. "Now it's my turn."

He walked Caleb backwards until his back hit the cool glass of the window. Rain streaked down behind him. Sylus pinned him there with his body, one thigh sliding between Caleb's legs, pressing up just enough to make him gasp.

But he didn't move.

He just held him there, lips brushing Caleb's neck, occasionally sucking a mark into his skin, while his hands explored — sliding under the open shirt, tracing his ribs, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples, but never staying long enough.

Caleb's breathing grew ragged. "Sylus…"

"Hm?" Sylus hummed, dragging his tongue along Caleb's collarbone.

"Touch me properly."

Sylus chuckled darkly. "You don't deserve 'properly' yet."

He spent the next twenty minutes driving Caleb insane with nothing but his mouth and hands. Kissing down his neck, sucking marks into his skin, palming him through his pants but never giving him enough pressure. Every time Caleb bucked or whined, Sylus would stop completely until he stilled.

Caleb nearly snarled in frustration.

Sylus pressed their foreheads together, breathing hard. "You wanted to play this game, Caleb. Now you're going to learn what happens when you push me too far."

He spun Caleb around, pressing his chest to the cool glass. Caleb's hands splayed against the window as Sylus pressed up behind him, fully clothed while Caleb was exposed.

Sylus ground against him slowly, letting him feel how hard he was. One hand snaked around to wrap loosely around Caleb's cock again, stroking in lazy, torturous pulls.

"Beg," Sylus whispered against his ear.

Caleb's pride warred with the overwhelming need. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Sylus slowed his hand even more. "I can do this all night."

Caleb's voice cracked. "Please… Sylus, please touch me. I need— fuck, I need you—"

Sylus rewarded him by tightening his grip and stroking faster, but still not enough to let him finish. He kept him right on the edge for what felt like forever — whispering filthy praise, biting his shoulder, grinding against his ass while never giving him the friction he craved.

By the time Sylus finally dragged Caleb's pants down, the younger man was trembling.

Sylus pressed two fingers against his entrance, circling slowly, teasingly, but not pushing in.

"Look at you," Sylus murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. "So wet for me already, and I've barely touched you."

Caleb's head fell back, a broken sound escaping his throat. "Sylus… fuck, just—"

"Just what?" Sylus pushed one finger in achingly slow, curling it lazily. "Use your words, sweetheart. Or are you finally learning to behave?"

Caleb tried to roll his hips, but Sylus pinned him down with a hand on his stomach.

"Please…" Caleb finally whispered, voice cracking.

Sylus leaned in, lips brushing his ear as he added a second finger, still moving torturously slow.

"Please what?"

Caleb's eyes were glassy, cheeks burning. "Please fuck me. I'll be good— I swear, just—"

Sylus hummed, clearly pleased, but he still took his time stretching him open, stroking that sensitive spot inside him until Caleb was shaking and leaking all over his own stomach.

Only when Caleb was on the verge of tears did Sylus finally pull his fingers out and push in, inch by slow, thick inch.

He fucked him like that for a long time — deep, rolling thrusts that never quite gave Caleb what he needed to tip over the edge. Every time he got close, Sylus slowed down or stopped completely, whispering filthy praise against his neck.

"You can take it," Sylus breathed, hips grinding in slow circles. "You wanted my attention so badly… now you're going to feel every second of it."

Caleb was a wreck — moaning, cursing, begging shamelessly — when Sylus finally let him come, stroking him through a devastating orgasm while fucking him through it.

Even then, Sylus didn't stop.

He kept moving, slow and relentless, until Caleb was oversensitive and whimpering.

"Still feeling like a brat?" Sylus asked softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Caleb could barely speak. He just shook his head, eyes wet, completely ruined.

Sylus smiled against his lips.