#resonating

For all the work you’d put in to finally be able to resonate with Sylus, you sure wish you hadn’t. You’d resonated with plenty of people before, so why? Why did resonating with him have to make you so damn horny? You’re struggling to keep it a secret from the insufferable man, but you’re suddenly consumed by the need to sit on his damn face… or carve his stupid eye out. Or both.

You hiss, pulling your hand back as if you’d been burned. It’s been months, and you’ve finally figured out how to resonate with Sylus. But oh, how you wish you hadn’t. You feel as though you’re ready to faint, the pounding in your head and the ache between your thighs nearly unbearable. 

But you’ll be damned if you let Sylus figure out how affected you are.

“Is something the matter, sweetie?” Sylus asks, his eyebrow raised. 

“No,” you say, far too quickly. He chuckles lowly. 

“Funny, you can never quite look me in the eyes whenever we resonate. Scared of what I’ll discover?” He goads.

“No! Since when am I required to look you in the eyes anyways,” you grumble. 

“You’re not required to, but I can only assume that you’re afraid to look because you’re hiding something from me. Nothing too scandalous, I hope?” he says, his voice dripping with false innocence.

Damn that man.

“I am not afraid,” you insist, but Sylus only laughs- the sound going straight to your core.

“Then look at me,” he says, his tone almost pleading.

Damn that man. 

You sigh, knowing it was only a matter of time before the man in front of you knew your secret. 

Bravery, or perhaps, stupidity, is what finally pushes you to look Sylus in the eyes. His crimson eyes that belonged to you. 

His eye seems to glow for a moment, and his lips part, the softest of gasps leaving him. You half expect him to pounce on you, for him to tease you and call you out for trying to pretend that you didn’t want him, that you didn’t crave him desperately.

Instead, shaky hands enter your vision, his eyes widening. It’s as if he’s hesitant to even touch you, his hands hovering near your face.

“You- why didn’t you- you should have said-” he begins, starting several sentences and not finishing a single one of them.

“If you’re gonna gloat then you can just fuck right off,” you say, immediately getting defensive. But he’s already vehemently shaking his head, letting his hands cup your cheeks.

“Do you really want that? Do you want me to take care of you right now?” he asks, his eyes searching yours as your face flushes.

“You saw my stupid desires, why are you even asking me that?” you grumble, unable to stop a pout from forming on your face.

He shakes his head again, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“It’s not like I’m going to jump you just because I can see your desires, kitten. You still have the power to tell me what you do and don’t want,” he murmurs, his tone surprisingly gentle. His demeanor brings you up short.