trying out lipstick with sylus!
sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter with lipstick tubes lined next to your thighs is the easiest way to make sylus completely forget about his schedule. he had been checking a pair of heavy guns, cleaning them, like always, when you suddenly called him over and demanded his immediate assistance.
sylus dosen’t even hesitate; he places the guns back down and walks over to where you were, slipping into the space between your thighs with his hands flat on the marble on either side of your hips to lock you in.
“if you’re looking for critique on your war paint, sweetie, you’ve picked a very biased judge, he rumbles, a lazy smirk on his face as his crimson eyes scan the colors.
“it’s just lipstick, sy,” you laugh, picking up a deep, muted, red shade. “i’m sure you have it in you to give me an unbiased review. now look.”
you carefully swipe the color across your bottom lip, then press your lips together to even it out before tilting your head to look at him. sylus leans down, bringing his face just inches from yours. he pretends to study the shade with serious concentration, but his eyes quickly darken, a playful glint in his eyes as his gaze locks onto your mouth.
“mmh, it’s a bit distracting,” he murmurs smoothly, voice dropping into that deep register that always has shivers running down your spine.
“distracting how?” you ask, breath catching a little at the way he looks at you.
“it makes me want to see how easily it rubs off,” sylus whispers.
before you can laugh or swat at his shoulder, his grip on your waist tightens, and he pulls you flush against him. he leans up, closing the distance between you to press his lips to yours in a soft yet bruising kiss that steals the air from your lungs. it’s slow, heavy and intensely possessive, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth to taste you thoroughly while his hand moves to cup the back of your neck, tangling into your hair to deepen it.
you let out a soft, helpless whine against his mouth, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders to keep your balance as the scent of him completely fills your senses.
when he finally pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath, his lips trail down your jaw, pressing hard lingering bites to the sensitive skin of your neck that make you gasp and arch into his touch. you glance at the mirror behind you and smile breathlessly, seeing the deep red shade completely smudged across his lips.
“sylus,” you whisper, your voice completely ruined as your heart hammers wildly in your chest. “look at the mirror. you made a complete mess.”
“i don’t see a mess,” sylus murmurs against your skin, his thumb rubbing a slow circle on your hip before bringing his lips to hover over yours again. “hand me the pink tube, sweetie. i want to see if the pink one tastes just as good on your lips.”
