You were lying on your boyfriendâs bed, reading on your phone, when you hear the faint sounds of a motorcycle outside come near and stop.
The front door opens, his footsteps sounding heavy and slow. A few seconds later, a tired Sylus opens the bedroom door and stops when he sees you looking back at him over the edge of your phone. âStill awake?â
âHey,â still lying down, you set the phone aside and raise your arms straight up into the air, offering a hug.
Sylus gives a small smile. âHold that thought,â he asks, as he shuffles to the bathroom to clean up and change.
âHurry before my arms go numb!â You urge him with a laugh.
âI requested you to hold that thought, not to hold that pose.â Sylus called back with amusement. Still, his pace goes a bit faster. He comes close and kisses your head, your lips, over your heart. He sinks his body on top of yours, resting his head on your chest, then letting out a sigh as he gathers you close by the waist.
You thread your fingers through his hair a few times, admiring how soft they are and how it looks under the dim light. Sylus doesnât say anything, and neither do you, allowing a calmness to settle around you and dissipate whatever chaos heâs come back from.
Your hands explore downwards, gliding down his neck, smoothing out his shoulders and biceps, before settling on the space between his shoulders. You form your hands into claws and started scratching his back, raking in unhurried big sweeps, down and up and down again and again in a loop, andâ
You stopped, the sound catching you off-guard, as it seemed to come from deep within his chest. âSylus? Did you just⊠purr?â
Sylus slightly tilts his head up to peek one eye at you. âIf I agree, would the scratching resume?â
âPfft,â you giggle. âYou totally did.â But you continue your ministration on his back.
Sylus scoffs playfully. âFor the record, that was not a purr, sweetie. That was a rumble.â
You smile into his hair, your hands still raking around his back slowly. âSuuure, sure. If you say so.â You feel the vibrations on your ribs as he rumbles again to demonstrate.
You hum, pressing your lips together to keep from laughing. âRest, my rumbling dragon.â
âMnn.â Sylus holds you a little bit closer. Your hands donât stop until his breathing has evened out and heâs drifted off to sleep.
Donât mind me I just wanted Sylus to be my weighted blanket but then he began to purr rumble. I need a purring contented Sylus on top of me pls. Preferably in that black compression shirt heehee or bare-chested will do. :3 Also, I will never ever get over this photo I used above, even though I donât have this card⊠*cries in f2p*T_T
Edited to add a few kisses, how could I forget that >:(
