#zanye

It's as calm as it will get when it comes to facilities providing important medical care. However, it is a surprisingly serene moment for Akso Hospital, the hallways mostly silent except for the occasional beep of a machine, the scratching of pens and tap tap tap of the keyboards at nurses' stations. It should stay this way for another few hours; at least most of the staff felt this way.

Then there was the chief cardio surgeon.

Not because he was expecting a surgery in the middle of the night nor expecting a rush of patients to arrive in the ER but he wishes that it doesn't happen tonight. He already has enough paperwork to finish up before going home; not that he minded the work, quite the opposite. However, there were those who rather have him focus on something other than medical documents. Such as the one kneeling before him, face down and working on helping him relax.

Zanye wouldn't think so but it is rather hard to try and focus on his work when his love is working him so deep. He shouldn't want this and yet he was the one who kept his window cracked open for him to slip in for a visit. Lesson learned from an earlier time when he showed up with a stab wound as an excuse to see Zanye; he knew that bastard could heal himself quickly and yet decided that course of action? This is what he should have expected when getting involved with the Onichiynus leader but it still unnerved him at times. Now he was practically at his mercy with his legs resting on the other's shoulders, keeping him still by gripping onto one of them but his other hand moving forward to feel the smooth muscle of Zanye's abdomen, exposed only for him to see.

"Sylus…" breathy, low, almost a slight crack in the control Zanye tries to keep a hold of. Red eyes gaze up at him for a moment before the corners of his mouth turn up and bobs his head down further, moaning as he takes Zanye deeper. The other man couldn't help but slap a hand over his mouth, attempting to hold in a whine as his legs began to quiver as he restrained himself not to press them against Sylus's head or roll his hips to get a reaction. He shouldn't be worried about what would happen, this isn't the first time they had gotten intimate in his office and yet…

Zanye then spotted something from the corner of his eye, mist of red and black curling around his arm, gently pulling it away from his mouth. A suggestion that needed no words for Zanye knew the intent behind it: Sylus wanted to hear his voice. The tip of the energy vine rested below his chin, tilting it up as it slithers towards his lips but the doctor refused to open up. It was too quiet in the ward, Zanye knew that his Evol wasn't the only thing he couldn't control and getting questioned about loud moaning from his office was something he was not willing to answer.

He looked down to Sylus, his right hand reaching down and threading his fingers through those silvery locks of hair, only to hold onto them tight. "If I recall," Zanye whispered. "you had a choice between my lips or my cock. Don't tell me you regret it already."

Sylus's response? A long slow lick around Zanye's head, his way of telling him that he didn't. He couldn't help but be a bit more greedy tonight, perhaps it was because he really wanted to hear those heavenly moans knowing that the one who caused them was him. Only he could make the tightly controlled doctor fall apart with a gesture but it seemed that Zanye was still holding some wits about him. Cheeky bastard and he knew it, spotting the doctor giving a smirk despite taking a deep breath. Almost as if he was trying to challenge Sylus to dare to try.

He can accept it. Nay, he relishes in it, anticipating the moment the quiet night breaks and he being the one who causes it. Chuckling darkly, Sylus's gaze stays on Zanye and in one fell swoop, pushes himself further that his tip hit the back of his throat. His nose plastered within the fine hairs of Zanye's happy trail and smirking all the while. The widening of his love's eyes speaks all as Zanye bites down on his lower lip, keeping in the groan from the back of his throat. He will not give him the pleasure of seeing him struggle, not right now. Zanye's aware of what he can do, how he is when he and Sylus get intimate but tonight is different; it's too quiet. Any kind of noise not of clinical reports, IV machines or loudspeaker calls will make people curious and explaining what was happening and who is between his legs is something Zanye refuses to try and tell. However, there's one other reason and it's something he can admit but only if pressed:

Zanye can be loud.

It wasn't always the case but Sylus kept on encouraging him as time went on until it became second nature. But unlike the walls within some of the crime boss's abodes, his office in Akso was not one that could handle it if he got too riled up and Zanye is feeling it now, painfully as his hips bucked into Sylus's mouth. The heat from his core that pooled now slowly feeling itself move further down and he shut his eyes tight, knowing that he does not have much longer before-His throat chokes out a cry as Zanye bites down further on his lip, noticing that the familiar black and red energy tendril fondling his balls as Sylus picks up the pace. He knows it too as his vision goes white, mouth agape but no sound comes out while Sylus stills, letting Zanye spill into his throat and ride out his orgasm. He has to remind himself to not rush it, instead cleaning Zanye's softening cock as his lips relax and release with a small pop. Sylus swallows what is left, his throat moving as he tucks Zanye back into his trousers, pushing himself up to meet him face to face.

"Holding back on me, doctor?" He murmurs as he slots his lips with Zanye's, letting his tongue pry open the other's mouth for a taste.

"It's too quiet." Zanye answers in the same hushed tone when he pulls away, just enough to catch his breath. "We don't need anyone interrupting us." It came out as a shudder as Sylus let his fingers roam Zanye's still exposed chest. "So greedy." the words may sound biting but he's been with the silver haired man to know how it is when it comes to that certain vice. "You love it." Sylus answers back, whispering in Zanye's ear. "Hearing you sing my praises always gives me joy."