purus opalus

You crowded the claw machine, a toy you’d wanted for what seemed like weeks was incredibly stubborn and you began to wonder if the owner had glued it down. It barely ever moved.

You’d dragged Sylus to the machine and ordered him to get the stuffy for you. He smirked and called you a demanding kitten and attempted to get the toy a few times before he noticed something was off.

He didn’t want to ruin the game for you so he gently used his Evol to move the magnet that was holding the plush down. After that, it only took him one try to get it and to say you were overjoyed was an understatement.

You were squealing, jumping, and yanking his arm this way and that and he couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his elegant features.

The toy eventually dropped into the bin and you wasted no time squatting down to grab it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You kept repeating, hardly looking at him as you turned the stuffy this way and that, admiring it.

You didn’t know what overcame you, but you suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and dragged his mouth down to yours. It wasn’t a small peck either, it was a long lingering searing kiss that made Sylus’ eye go wide. This was the first time you’d ever kissed. You could barely call what you two were doing ‘dating’, but that apparently didn’t matter at the moment.

You pulled away and suddenly you saw the shock in his face and how his eye was glowing just slightly before you realized what you’d done. You felt the blood drain from your face and immediately rush back as you went through the five stages of grief so fast it gave you whiplash.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

His face fell slightly at that and you back pedaled hard.

“That’s not what I meant! I just mean I was so excited and I wasn’t really thinking and I guess I just acted on instinct and-“

“Instinct? Your first instinct is to kiss me when I win you a plush?” He asked, a smirk spreading across his fast.

“W-well…” you didn’t know what to say to that so you just hid your face in the soft material of the toy and groaned. The next thing you knew, the machine was cheering and you peeked out slightly.

In front of you, Sylus held out another stuffy with a smug grin.

“I’m waiting for my prize, Sweetie.”

tonight, he said he wanted to take you out stargazing. he didn't say to bring anything, but to prepare for the weather being a bit chilly, hence your current predicament. you settled on your sweater, it was warm enough to protect you from the cold night air while still being comfortable enough to not make you feel stuffy.

just as you finished putting on your outfit, you get a text from sylus telling you that he arrived at your apartment. you quickly grab your keys and your motorcycle helmet before rushing downstairs to see him in his signature fit whenever he drives his motorcycle, the black leather pants with his black leather jacket that has the red and white accents on the sleeves.

the light from his phone illuminated his face as he looked up and greeted you with the smirk he always wore.

"don't you look cozy," he says.

"i interpreted your dress code as being comfortable. so here i am, comfortable." you explain to him, already putting on your helmet. you tap on the seat of his bike, signaling for him to get on.

he chuckles. "so impatient," but he gets on anyway, revving up the engine before letting you sit behind him. you wrap your arms around his torso tight and he sets off.

you drive for a good 30 minutes or so, just outside of the city. when you arrive, you don't recognize the area. he stops on the foot of a hill and kills the engine, before getting off the bike. he takes of his helmet before taking off yours and setting them both on the hand clutches. he then offers you a hand to hop off, which you take. strangely, he doesn't pull his hand from yours, so you don't retract it either. he leads you up the hill, where on top is a small picnic set up, red and white checkered blanket laid on the ground with a variety of your favorite foods on it. it's surprising how no insects or ants have gotten to it yet.

"it's so.."

"what sweetie? cute?" sylus asks with a raised eyebrow.

"..unexpected. who knew the infamous onychinus leader knew how to set up such a domestic view?" you tease, swinging your interlocked arms back and forth while looking up at him with a cheeky smile.

he smiles back, pulling you towards the picnic before settling down on the blanket and letting you sit beside him. "well, it would be rude of me to not know the preferences of the one i asked out, would it not?"

you hum. "i guess that's true. i guess i was just under the impression we were only gonna look up at the sky and point out constellations. didn't expect a whole night picnic with it." you lie down, bringing your legs up to bend your knees with your feet on the grass and your hands behind your head. you stare up at the sky, all the stars are visible from here since you were so far out from the city where the city lights couldn't block the view. it really was a perfect stargazing spot.

you feel the body next to you also lie down. you can vaguely see from your peripheral that he's basically in the same position as you, only one of his legs is propped up on the other and he only has one arm behind his head while the other rests on his stomach.

"i would only prepare the best for my date of course, no more no less." he says casually.

wait.

was this a date?

it's not like you haven't pondered on it before. regular nightly outings with a man who pays for you 99% of the time? that's basically a date.

but then again, it's not like he's explicitly asked you out on a formal date before. or hinted (you think) at anything but platonic feelings towards you. even if it did hurt a little because, what normal man does this platonically?

you brushed those thoughts and feelings aside however. sylus was a man who took what he wanted whenever he wanted. he was always direct in his approaches, business and non-business wise. so if he never asked you out, it was safer to assume your hang outs were platonic at best.

you turn to look at him to see him already looking at you, his red eyes piercing your own.

"sylus, is this a date?"

you see his eyes widen a fraction for just a split second.

he bursts out laughing, rich and loud and full of joy. he's practically glowing and clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

"hey! im seriously asking!" you sit up to look down at him, frowning at the man. his eyes are filled with tears of laughter and you can't help but smile. once he ceases his laughing fit, he looks at you with a soft look.

"sweetie, have you just realized?"

"realized what?"

he sits up now too, his head a fraction above yours making you now look up. he's smiling at you fondly, brushing stray hairs from your face before caressing your cheek with the palm of his hand, the warmth of it bringing you a sense of comfort.

"i've been courting you for weeks now."

"..you have??"

he snickers at you. "count how many people i casually take out for dinners and pay for all of them. how many people have i taken into my home just to taste expensive wine with me? how many people do you think i just take a drive for out on my motorcycle just for fun?"

you open your mouth. then close it.

"okay to be fair, you never explicitly asked me on a date. or said any of those were dates for that matter." you argue before he suddenly kisses you. you squeak in surprise, but return the kiss nonetheless. when he pulls back, he huffs another laugh.

"i guess that's my mistake then, sweetie." he wraps his arms around you, then pulls you down to lie on top of him.

"will you let me make it up to you?"

"oh? how would you do that?"

"hmm.." he looks up at the sky and pretends to think. "maybe by properly asking if i can court you now."

"…"

"may i be your boyfriend?"

its your turn to huff a laugh, and you playfully smack his chest before giving him another kiss, a softer one.

"was that so hard to ask me?"

"to be fair sweetie, you also agreed to the dates, so i assumed you knew what they were."

"well i guess we're both just stupid then."

he smiles, and allows you to pull back just enough to look up at the sky.

you spend the rest of the night cuddling and chatting, finding comfort within each other. sure the both of you were kind of oblivious, but atleast you got together!

at some point you fall asleep in his arms, he watches you sleep with a smile, allowing himself to be selfish for a little bit with you. he kisses your forehead, whispering sweet nothings before gazing at the stars, he wishes upon every one of them that you continue to choose him in every life, in every universe. even if you both might not realize you have already been destined for each other in the first place.

You forgot about the aloe the second his towel had dropped. 

Now, with him under you, you could really assess him. “Shit… oh my god, Sylus!” You gasped, head tossing back as you dropped your hips down his length again.

The hiss that escaped him was melodic to you, your nails digging dully into the burn he claimed he didn’t have. “You feel so good… always so good…!” You lift, dropping your hips once you get halfway up as you try to reconnect with the rhythm you once had. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight…” it sounds strangled coming from his lips, his eye glowing brighter than the sunset beyond the balcony doors as you bounce yourself on his cock. “You look s-so cute with your little tan lines, Sy. I could eat you.”

Just admiring him against the sheets has a new wave of heat flooding your body, pussy clamping around his throbbing length torturously tight. 

“...think you’re already devouring me, kitten…fuck!” his head presses into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitches violently within your gummy walls.

“M’gonna cum, fuck fuck stop moving…” but you don’t listen, dragging your nails over his burned pecs and forcing your hips down just a little harder. 

Sylus has half the mind left to huff out a laugh, defeated and at your mercy but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Not when his orgasm is crashing over him and his release is emptying freely into your warm cunt.  

You stop entirely, sinking down until your hips are flush to his. Watching his chest heave as your orgasm teeters on the edge before slowly fading away. It makes your insides flutter, hips rocking subconsciously to prolong the sensation as he comes down.

“You like having your good friend watch you get fucked, hmm?” 

The air around you is thick with the scent of sex, a mix of sweat and your perfume mingling with Sylus’ cologne. Your clothing long since shed and lying in shambles across the bedroom. Your head is nearly dangling off the side of the mattress, the world upside down but not obstructing your clear view of Valko. 

“Tell the dog how good my cock feels, yeah? I’m sure he’d love to know.” Valko shifts, the only one still fully dressed. The bulge in the front of his slacks is visible even from where you lay. “Sy, fuck… you’re making me fe-feel s’good…!” 

Your nails dig into Sylus’ wrist, his hand has been keeping a loose grip around your neck this entire time. “Missonary is her favorite…” He drives his point home by bottoming out hard, earning a shrill cry from your mouth. “Our favorite… you converted me.” You rasp out, breathless as Sylus finds his rhythm again. 

“You two are… quite the sight to behold.” Valko finally manages to say something, having been too stunned for a majority of this endeavor. 

“Yeah? You wish you were inside her right now, don’t you, dog?” Sylus adjusts himself, knees digging further into the mattress as he releases your neck momentarily to readjust your legs. Both of which are tossed over his shoulders, yanking you upwards slightly and leaving your bare body on display for the wolf to see.

You look back at him, grinning lazily as Sylus continues to pound you. “C’mon, Val. Answer honestly, please? Sy won’t be mad… right, Sy?” 

You can see the visible conflict passing across Valko’s face, shifting nervously in the chair before tugging at his collar. “I won’t bite, dog.” You don’t scold him verbally, instead your cunt clamps down around him. Earning a hiss of pleasure as he nearly doubles over on top of you. “Dirty move, kitten.” 

“I learned from the best.” 

“Y-yeah, I wish I was in your position, Sylus.” Valko’s gruff and sudden response seemed to startle the both of you. Heads whipping towards the towering man as he got up from the chair he had seemingly been cemented too since entering the room.

“I’ve fucking dreamt about being in your position, Sylus. Is that what you want to hear? You want to know how badly I’ve dreamt of fucking the life out of your pretty wife? How I've gotten myself off thinking about her pretty noises?” You feel Sylus start to throb inside of you, the crimson of his aether-core intensifying with every word the wolf utters. You’re no better off, slightly embarrassed by the way of heat surging lower. 

“But I'm sure that core in your eye is reading all my desires loud and clear, no?” Valko is now at the side of the bed, towering above you, his bulge nearly hanging over your face. “Did you two invite me up here to watch, or partake?”

Oh, he’s reached his limit… Your head pivots for Sylus, whose cheeks are flushed rosy pink and lips are curled into a devilish smirk. 

The face of a man who won the battle the other man may not have realized he was even fighting. “Well, kitten. What do you say? Should Valko join?” Valko, he actually said his name. Sylus takes his hand off your neck, letting you push up on your elbows to properly crane your head back to look at the wolf. 

You already know your answer, and you have a feeling the other two men do too. Especially with the way Sylus is pressing into your cervix, twitching in anticipation for your response. "Strip, Valko. I wanna suck you off while Sy fucks me."

Wordlessly, he bends to meet your seated height and lays it between your collarbones. You lift your hair to allow him to clasp it around your neck. The tips of his fingers linger at your nape, running over the chain as his eyes meet yours in the reflection. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss into the skin his fingers had caressed. 

“You picked a good one tonight,” you hum. 

“I wasn’t speaking about the necklace, sweetie,” he clicks his tongue. “But, I’m glad you like it.”

After another moment, he returns to his full height and rests his hands on your robe-clad shoulders. You can feel the way his gaze wanders over your figure.

“You’re staring,” you say, one hand coming up to run over the back of his hand. It slides until your fingers meet the chilled metallic watch on his wrist and dips under the fabric of his suit jacket. 

“Always,” he murmurs. “It’s difficult to look anywhere else when you’re in the room.”

Your face heats. Always the charmer, wasn’t he? You’d think after the years you’d spent with him, the countless sweet words he’d graced you with, you’d be used to it by now. 

Sylus is careful of your makeup as his bends again to kiss your temple. “I’ll grab your earrings.”

When he returns to you, he has a pair of shimmering emerald chandeliers in his palm. He moves slowly as he puts them in, wary of any unnecessary poking and prodding. 

“There,” he says. He helps you stand with an outstretched hand and guides you to the edge of the bed where the gown you laid out earlier lays. Before reaching for it, though, you turn to face him. You reach for his face to gently tug him down into a mostly chaste kiss. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, allowing yourself the small pleasure of threading your fingers through his neatly styled hair. 

You clear your throat as you stand, adjusting your shorts. You scrape the sides of your sneakers on the concrete flooring before smiling up at Sylus.

"All good here! Done with your warm up? I'm ready to get this over with." You roll your wrist, cracking your neck. Sylus chuckles, striding towards the boxing ring in the centre of the room. His fingers run through his sweaty bangs before crouching under the rope. He forces himself through, the rope giving way under his weight. Sylus reaches out a hand,

"Come on now, sweetie. Get a move on." You grab onto his hand, letting him hoist you into the ring. Your fingers linger on his. "If you were any slower, I'd think you're scared you can't beat me." He chuckles, pushing your buttons. He's talented at that, riling you up until you can't think properly. You shoot Sylus a glare, eliciting another laugh from him. It's hearty, a deep rumble in his chest.

Your feet bounce against the flooring, stumbling softly. Sylus snorts, perching his hands on your hips from behind. He dips his head down, hair swaying softly before flashing you a knowing look.

"Careful, there, kitten." Sylus purrs in your ear, lips brushing against the curve of your neck. "We wouldn't want you to injure yourself before we begin, right?" His breath coats your skin, cheeks flushing. His hard chest presses against the back of your head. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers looped around his wrist. 

You pray he can't hear your accelerating heart rate.

You would love to know what makes Sylus the way he is. How he acquired all the skills he has. For one, you would love to understand why and how he knows how to tie a corset. The look on his face makes your stomach churn. That funky feeling returning, butterflies whirling around. The hot flashes that bounce between your ears and cheeks are terrifying. Despite your jitteriness, Sylus's hands stalk up from behind you. His fingers loop around the strings.

With one hand, you scoop your hair to the side, letting his fingers trail down your waist once more. If he notices the goosebumps his touch leaves in its wake, he doesn't mention it. Sylus twirls the strings between his fingers before leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"You should hold onto the mirror if you need to do so." You shake your head, gulping the saliva that pools under your tongue. Your hands settle at your ribs, thrumming against the brace. Sylus gently tugs on the strings, watching the corset cinch in on your waist. The vinyl Sylus has set in the background for the last hour reaches its crescendo.

Sylus's reflection catches your attention. His glasses perched low on his nose, eyes focused on your waist. His gaze is intense, brows furrowed. His eyes flicker to your reflection, swirling with amusement.

"Something wrong, kitten?" Sylus murmurs, a safety pin caught between his teeth causing his canines to lightly flash you. Your eyes widen slightly, glimmering in the low light. Your hands tremble, feeling too exposed under his gaze. Sure, you're covered, but something about his piercing gaze makes you feel as though you're caught under his thumb. You can't move nor breathe.

You feel as though he wouldn't let you go until he is satiated.

Your voice is caught in your throat when Sylus pulls the strings taunt, glaring at him through the mirror. Sylus chuckles, shaking his head. The butterflies grow more wild, rummaging around your organs. Sylus doesn't press you any further, pulling on the strings more. Unable to take any more of this, you lean forward to hold onto the mirror, nails clutching onto the sides.

You inhale sharply, letting out a soft noise of pain. Sylus halts, but his eyes are on your expression. Lips parted, cheeks flushed. Beautiful, he thinks. Sylus praises you heavily, constantly. Oftentimes, you think he's a suck up, vying for your attention. However, seeing his expression right now as you're bent over, clutching onto the mirror, you think it may be genuine. 

Desire and adoration float around his jewel-like eyes as they narrow, almost salaciously. It's lewd, intimate in the way he gazes down at your body. His glasses glimmer in the low light, eyes darting between your breasts and bent over back. He ties the string, knotting it into a bow. Despite the corset being tied, his hand remains on your waist. Your gaze is glued to his, your cheeks ripe. You stare at one another, a silent battle to see who is willing to break the boundaries of your very, completely platonic relationship. 

He watches arduously. He doesn't miss that way your body trembles under his hands, or how your breath quickens when his hand comes to cup the underside of your corset. He presses it, applying pressure to the area pushing up your breasts. His free hand pushes you upright, pressing your ass into his front. Sylus's hand travels from your chest to your throat, wrapping around such a dangerous place. His thumb finds your pressure point, feeling your pulse ram against it. 

He bunches up the skirt in one hand, slow and deliberate. He gives you every chance to back out, to show even the slightest whisper of hesitation. But there isn't. He tips your head back, your hair brushing against his chest. You part your lips, tuning out the music that fills the rooms. Sylus's thumb brushes against your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick. 

The pigment transfers onto his thumb, teasing you. He watches you, allowing his breath to fan over your skin. He lies in wait, observing you. Will you make the first move? Just as you're about to press your lips against his, a sharp knock is heard at the door. Both your heads turn to the large, wooden doors. You separate instantaneously, bodies far apart from one another. 

"Mister Sylus? Is everything alright? Do you need any assistance?" An attending from the other side of the door asks, knuckles loud against the wood. As Sylus crosses the room to open the door, you fumble with your earrings. Your heart almost lurches out your chest cavity, eyes wide with panic. 

What the fuck was that?!

Somewhere along the way, you've understood that Sylus has caught onto your attraction. And perhaps since the very beginning, his attraction for you has been intertwined with every word he speaks.

The feeling is terrifyingly so, mutual.

You cannot ignore it no matter how much you try to run from it, avoid his eyes. You cannot push it deep down inside of you and act as if it does not exist.

Especially not when Sylus continuous to drag the tip of his shoe up the length of your exposed calves, nudging your knees apart under the table. He sits across from you, multiple of your friends and co-workers surrounding the two of you.

In his defense, he tried to sit beside you, make the entire experience less awkward. However, Nero and Andrew were adamant on getting to know Sylus better.

Well— "Skye" better.

The loud music in the club is deafening. You can feel the base in the soles of your heels. So loud in fact, you cannot tune into the conversation the men are having. It unsettles you slightly, being unable to hear Sylus nor touch him despite him being in arm's length.

It feels like you are being subjected to the cruelest form of torture: Being forced to sit and observe quietly.

However, everyone is tipsy by now. Borderline drunk on the expensive champagne Sylus has insisted on ordering for the table. You have not drunken a drop of alcohol, intent of being sober.

You need to keep yourself in check— Keep Sylus in check. You kick under Sylus's shoe, but his foot does not budge from your parted knees. He gives you a stare— One you are all too familiar with.

They're almost a challenge, as if he is beckoning you to do something. He lives on your reactions, constantly poking and prodding to find your weak points so he can exploit them.

You peel your eyes away from him, opting to watch your friends on the dance floor. They're making fools of themselves, yet you don't have to heart to tear them away when they're so obviously having fun. You smile as you sip on your drink.

Eventually, Andrew and Nero leave to go join the girls, leaving only you and Sylus at the table. Sylus takes the initiative to sit beside you in the booth.

The leather-backed seats screech as Sylus slides across them. His shoulders so broad, he blocks the view of your friends. Subsequently, their view of you.

You finally look at the man, his gaze locked onto your face. You're not drunk, nor tipsy in the slightest, yet you feel your body heating up. Sylus inches closer, arm resting on the seat behind you. He does not push, he watches and observes.

That only serves to make you antsy.

Being watched, being observed by Sylus. If you didn't know him any better, you would think he's using that pretty aether core in his eye to pluck out your every desire. But you know Sylus— He wouldn't do such a thing.

Not when you're so vulnerable, melting under his gaze. He values your autonomy, always wanting to see what you will do.

"Kitten." Sylus purrs, his fingers toying with the edges of your skirt. He gently kisses your exposed shoulder. You can audibly hear the contact of his lips to your shoulder— skin on skin. You shiver, a red dust making its way to the tips of your ears. Your nails dig into your palms, making fists on your lap.

Again, Sylus does not push. He only stays consistent with the pressure. He makes his presence known— His desire. Yet, he does not suffocate you with it. You have every chance to push him away, remind him to not touch you so familiarly.

Yet, you don't.

Sylus does not need his aether core to understand that you desire him as deeply he as he does you.

"You look beautiful." He whispers into your ear, watching you curl under his pressure. You're losing your composure, unable to fight against your own desires. Reluctantly, you turn to look at Sylus.

His eyes swirl with a softness that is a completely juxtaposition to his demeanor. A warmth that offers room for you to explore your feelings. You shift your body towards his, letting his arm fall from the seat to coil around your waist.

"Thank you." You say. You let him into your space, shoulder brushing against his button-up shirt. You decide to take the first step this time, tired of cowering around him.

"Should we get out of here?" You try to sound confident, but your voice slightly trembles with unease. Sylus is your rock, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles. A soft reassurance.

"if you wish to." He says so matter of fact you gain some confidence. You nod, letting him guide you out the booth. Sylus waves down Andrew who is helping a drunk Nero back to the table. Andrew replies with a tight smile.

With that, you and Sylus leave hand-in hand.

By the time you arrive to your apartment, you're drunk on the tension. You refuse to hold back any longer. With your legs around his hips, Sylus presses you against the wall. His foot kicks close your door, hands discarding your clothes.

"I want you." You say between breaths. The kiss is sloppy, too eager for his lips against yours. The two of you stumble into the bedroom leaving a trail of clothing. Sylus leaves you in your heels.

He gently twirls you, letting you fall onto your stomach. The mattress bounces with your weight, but soon stops once Sylus presses his knee by your legs. He kisses down your bare spine, using his teeth to unhook your bra.

You let him kiss down your spine, biting the plush of your hips. You kick out at him, but his hand grabs your ankle. You grumble, melting under his lips. He leaves his print on your tailbone, using his teeth to pull of your panties.

They dangle by your knees, letting Sylus stroke your skin. Your ticklish, sensitive under his finger pads. His lips attach to your neck, sucking blotches onto your skin. He enjoys the feeling of your under his palms. Compared to him, you're soft and twitchy.

With his elbow supporting him, Sylus's hand pushes under your body to cup your breast. He uses the sides of his fingers to tweak your nipple, his free hand sliding under your hipbone.

Sylus is intentional with every touch, focused on the little breathes you intakes with your face pressed into the mattress.

"Does this feel good, sweetie? Is this what you wanted from me?" Sylus questions, his lips flush to your ear. You don't have the heart to answer, far too entranced in his touch. It's addictive, leaving sparks all along the expanse of your body.

With him being so attentive and fragile with your feelings, you feel as though you can swim further. Push past the boundaries that the fear of undesirability has constrained you in.

You shuffle, wanting to turn onto your back. Sylus gives you space to shift, but he's quick to slot himself between your thighs. They rest loosely around his hips. He comes down to kiss you.

You show yourself more to him, more honestly. You guide his hands where you want them. One thrillingly pressed against your exposed chest and one at your navel. You let him do the work, entrusting your pleasure with him.

There's no way of escaping his pleasure, his love. Sylus kisses down the column of your throat, between your breasts, before reaching your navel.

He peeks up between his lashes, finding any hesitation. There is none, so he continues his endeavor. His lips kiss down your thighs, finding the warm spot between your legs. You're pulsing with heat and need. Sylus can feel it on his tongue, lapping at your slit.

It's amazing, hands dragging down your body to tug at his strands. You look down at him, finding his jewel eyes staring at you. It gives him a new profound ability to breathe. As if guided by gravity itself, his tongue presses into your entrance, your heels dangling off his shoulders.

He takes you high and low, round and round with only just his tongue. You're overflowing, pressing a palms to the back of his head. You silently instruct him to be more forceful, and he does just that.

His large arms coil around your thighs, his face buried into your sex. His nose bumps at your clit, feeling your grind into his mouth.

It's like he's devouring you from the inside, his tongue curling and prodding at your sweet spot. It blinds you momentarily. The rush of pleasure makes you feel like underwater, drowning in Sylus's touch.

He can hear it too. Your moans grow more free, louder. Your hips move with inhibition, chasing after his touch. As if you want this moment to never end, keep it going until the end of time.

Sylus has no interest in other things, keen on making you feel so good that you will abandon all rational thought.

"Sylus," You call out to him, your back arching into a cruel bow. Your hands claw at the sheets, but Sylus is intent on guiding you through it all.

He's all you can feel, wrapped around you so tightly it almost hurts. The more he drinks you in, the dizzier you feel. From head to toe, it's as if you're paralyzed. All of your senses are frozen on this moment's temperature.

Sylus strings you so high, you fear for the fall. Tears brim at your eyes, you blubber with your fingers wound into his strands. He doesn't deteriorate his momentum. If anything, it grows more intense.

Under his hands and tongue, you tremble delicately. When you reach your peak, you feel so cold for a moment. That only makes it more ecstatic though. Especially when Sylus's tongue guides you through it all, hands grasping your hips to grind your clit onto his nose.

You keep swimming in his pleasure. It's a thrilling tension. One that Sylus is able to ease. Gently, he guides you back to the world, kissing up your body until he reaches your lips.

"Sweetie." He murmurs, watching as you blink back into consciousness. His smiles fondly, hands cupping your face. Your eyes hone in on his expression, fondled with his attention.

You make your move. You push him onto his back, enveloping him. Sylus allows you to explore, letting your palms understand and remember the sensation of his body. The unfamiliarity of his body makes you shake with excitement.

As your hand brushes over his chest, he groans beneath you. Hands clench at your hips, but that only serves to inflame the desire that has yet to be quenched in your core.

"Greedy." Sylus remarks, noticing how intense your gaze is. He allows you to gawk and explore him, hands dragging down his navel. You blink, feeling the sheer weight of him as your palm presses against the tent in his pants.

"I didn't expect that you would like me this much, Sylus." You say, eyes glued to his crotch when you feel his cock throb under your palm. He hisses above you, yet makes no movement to stop you.

"Why wouldn't I? I have always desired you, kitten." He speaks earnestly, his eyes glowing in the darkness of your bedroom. You nod, letting his words envelope you.

"I desire you to an extent that words cannot properly convey it." He stammers, your hand reaching into his pants. Your hand is barely able to circle around his length, mouth watering at the realization.

"I think about you every day. There is no one I am as truly interested in as I am you." Sylus lets a chuckle slip at your expression. His hand cups your cheek, guiding you back to his lips. You happily bend, pressing your lips firmly against his.

His tongue dips between your lips, gliding against yours. Your hand guides his length between your thighs, grinding your sex over his. Sylus moans into your mouth, a free hand kneading your chest. His rough palm against your pebbled nipple, it drives you crazy.

"Come here, baby." Sylus rasps, gently pushing into you. Your thighs are soaked with his saliva and your slick, making it easy for him to press into you. There are no boundaries between your body, Sylus flows into you.

The two of you roll your hips into each other, wanting to take your time. He's gentle with his touches, gingerly pleasuring you from the inside and out.

"So needy, are you? Have you been wanting this for long, sweetie?" You're sure he knows the answer, but you want to confess. It's been weighing on you for so long.

"Yes." You press a hand to your chest, while the other digs crescents into his shoulder. You roll your hips especially strong, breasts softly bouncing near his face. "It feels as though I've wanted this forever." You confess against Sylus's lips.

He happily accepts you, arms winding around your back and hips. He sits up, making it easier to thrust into you. Eagerly, you bounce on him. You want him to feel the emotions that he has invoked in you.

Being with Sylus feels like you're able to breathe, be as greedy as your soul demands. You guide each other up and down, rolling into each other. The entire time, your mouth is pressed against his, tongues dancing freely.

It's overwhelming and that feeling of drowning as slowly returned. Your lungs beg for air, yet you're addicted to the suffocation of Sylus's love.

Your clit grinds into his pelvis, a blossoming pressure builds in your stomach slowly. Eventually, your moans and movement become desperate and sloppy. You need him so bad it hurts.

You let a choked sob slip out, stuffed full of him. Sylus coos, letting you hide into his neck as he takes control. His hands grasp your hips, grinding you on his lap while he meets you with his thrusts.

"I can't—" You let out a breathy moan, groaning at the sheet size of him. Your sex flutters around him, pulsing. Waves of pleasure assault your senses, making it almost impossible to hear.

Your jaw slackens, but you manage to bite down onto Sylus's shoulder. He hisses above you, nails digging into your hips. As if your bodies have become one, you fall together. The knot that builds your stomach and in Sylus's spine explodes, seamlessly flowing in.

A wave of air enters your lungs as you swim with your pleasure for longer. The two of you sit there in the waves of your climaxes, panting and wiping the sweat off your foreheads.

"So beautiful." Sylus presses kisses into your cheeks, lapping away at any stray tears that fall. He flips you onto your back, letting your curl into his mass. His large arms curl around you, tucking you right into his side.

He reaches down to throw your heels off, letting them land somewhere near your dresser. He then pulls the covers over your bodies, feeling you shuffle around to find a comfortable spot. He presses a kiss to your temple, hearing you grimace.

"You're sweaty." You mumble, but there's no bite in his voice. Sylus chuckles, fluffing your hair before letting his own eyes flutter shut.

"You're the one that stares when I sweat, sweetie."

"Shut the fuck up."