sylusxyou

sylus pauses, his hands hovering just above your shoulders now. he tilts his head down, staring at you with an incredulous smirk. you’re currently sitting cross legged in the middle of sylus’s enormous raven colored bed. meanwhile, your temporary knot vanisher, as you insisted on calling him, is sitting right behind you, long legs stretched out on the mattress as he uses his hands and lethal strength to work a stubborn knot out.

“sweetie,” sylus rumbles, his deep voice rich with amusement. “most people would be terrified to even stand near me. yet here you are, giving me a performance review.”

“i’m not most people, sir. and anyway, if you’re going to do a job, shouldn’t it be done right?” you say, turning your head slightly to glance up at him with an innocent blink.

sylus lets out a low, thoroughly satisfied laugh. “fair enough, miss.”

his larege hand and calloused hands settle firmly back onto your shoulders again. instead of going easy, his thumbs slide inward, pressing directly into the tight knot at the base of your neck with sudden precision.

“ow— ah—sylus!” you gasp, going rigid as a wave of intense relief and pain shoots straight through your shoulder. “okay, waittt, that’s the spot, but go easy-”

“shh,” sylus purrs against your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. a shiver runs down your spine at the feeling. his thumbs keep working in slow snd deliberate circles. “didn’t a certain somebody want accuracy? don’t tell me she’s backing down.”

you pout. “you’re doing this out of spite!” you say, though your body completely melts into his touch as the tension flows out of your body, turning into absolute warmth.

“i’m doing this because you’re stressed and that i can’t say no to you, sweetie,” sylus chuckles quietly, both at your words and the way you flush at his own. his hands run down your back tenderly, offering your a comforting feeling.

he leans down over your shoulder, his fingers gently cupping your jaw to tilt your flushed face towards his. his beautiful red eyes look down at you with soft affection. he leans in and presses a soft lingering kiss to your lips, mouth trailing up to peck your cheek as well.

“so,” sylus whispers smoothly, his thumb brushing over your jawline. “how’s the service? five stars?”

​“hm, four stars,” you reply stubbornly, though a soft smile breaks across your face as you lean into his hand. “your client is very picky.”

​sylus laughs deeply, the sound vibrating right through his broad chest. his arms slide around your waist effortlessly pulling you backward against the pillows until you’re lying right up against his chest in the center of the bed. he wraps his arms tightly around you, locking you flush against him under the covers.

after shower