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Sylus watched Zayne curiously, leaning back on his hands from his perch on the bed. Zayne flicked the lighter to life, his face warmed by the orange glow of the flame. Syus tilted his head as Zayne passed the black eyeliner pencil quickly through the fire and clicked the silver Zippo shut with one hand. Zayne waved the pencil through the air, and held the tip of it to the back of his hand to test the temperature before he leaned in to softly grip Sylusâ face.Â
âIs incorporating fire into your makeup routine common for you, or are you just trying to rile me up?â Sylus said with a sly smile. Zayne arched an eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
âClose your eyes.â Zayne said pointedly. Sylus chuckled and did as he was told. âNo talking. You donât want me to ruin this, do you?â
The cheshire smile continued to play on Sylusâ face and he tried to hold back a shiver at the feeling of Zayneâs fingers at his jawline tilting his head for a better angle. The black liner glided over the lid of his eye with ease, and passing it through the flame suddenly made sense to Sylus. This was why heâd asked Zayne in the first place; his makeup was always symmetrical and even when he blended it out he had a way of making âmessyâ appear âperfect.â Sylus wondered if Zayne could do the same for him.Â
Zayne held his breath, leaning just a bit closer as he worked. He could already tell that the extra touch of darkness around Sylusâ piercing scarlet eyes was going to be a sight to behold. He swallowed, keeping his composure and indulged himself by ghosting the pad of his thumb across Sylusâ cheek. He sucked in a small breath, a tingle shooting up his back and across his shoulders when he felt long, deft fingers sliding along his narrow waist, teasing along the seams of his vest.
âBehave.â Zayne said, softer than heâd meant to. Sylus grinned puckishly, staying still as Zayne gently blended out his eyeliner with the tip of his finger.
âYou started it.â Sylus purred. Zayne felt a flutter in his core and pressed his lips together as if worried that his mouth would betray him. Their faces were closer together now, closer than they needed to be.Â
âOpen.â Zayne ordered in a voice just above a whisper. Sylusâ eyes flickered open and Zayne felt the flutter return. Heâd been correct; Sylus looked striking in eyeliner. He felt Sylusâ hand smooth into the curve of his waist, his mischievous fingers tracing patterns into the fabric again. Zayne took his time with the liner at Sylusâ waterline and under eye.Â
Though Sylus stayed silent, his eyes spoke for him. The way they glittered and softened under Zayneâs touch, the way they drifted to Zayneâs lips, slightly parted as he focused. With his eyes, Sylus communicated his filthiest thoughts. His pants tightened.Â
âDone.â Zayne said, suddenly breathless. He moved his hand away from Sylusâ cheek, but Sylus caught him by the wrist. He wasnât ready to let Zayne go just yet. Zayne froze, staring back at him with a heated anticipation. Sylus moved the hand on Zayneâs waist slowly up his side, letting his fingers drift up to Zayneâs chest, his collar bone, his neck, and finally to his face. Zayne shivered, coal-lined eyes falling shut as Sylus cupped his cheek, and traced over Zayneâs bottom lip with his thumb.Â
The soft touches were driving Zayne crazy. Sylus always knew what thread to pull to leave him desperate for more. Even the ghost of his touch was like a lightning strike, and Sylus made it look so easy as if he wasnât one move away from ripping off Zayneâs clothes to satisfy the need to feel Zayneâs soft skin beneath his fingers.Â
The thumb at Zayneâs lips teased some more, dragging across the skin there just enough to prompt his mouth open. Zayne complied, a sigh leaving him as Sylus gently pushed past his teeth to feel the softness of Zayneâs tongue beneath his finger. Zayne felt his toes curl and the hand holding the eye pencil ball into a fist with the tension. He let his lips close around Sylusâ thumb just in time for Sylus to slip his finger back out again, hand leaving Zayneâs face completely.Â
Their breaths were heavier, longer, and filled with a delicious tension. Zayneâs green eyes fluttered open to search Sylusâ face for explanation, and Sylus gave a wicked smile as he swiped his thumb over his own eye, dragging softly to smear the eyeliner Zayne had just applied out to the side of his face. Zayne would have chided him if it hadnât been so hot.Â
âOh noâŚâ Sylus crooned in a facetious voice surely meant to be a trap custom-made for Zayne. âYouâll fix that for me, wonât you, Zayne?â
Zayne let out a shaky breath and walked right into the trap himself, slotting their lips together firmly.
