#i&ds x reader

[unintentionalseductress]

How To Court A Dragon

Warnings: MDNI, sex, monster fucking, DVP, explicit genitalia descriptions, double pp, size kink, mentions of breeding Summary: You unintentionally became his mate. Of course, you have some questions. A/n: Hey ya'll! I used to be called nanamiscocksleeve! Here it is! Now...I hope this isn't something people will shy away from because it took me a lot of effort to write this, not to mention all the weird questions I asked Google about reptilian mating parts (there's a sentence I never thought I'd write!). Also, the things about the pp...I was imagining this scene from The Shape of Water 🤭🤭🤭. Enjoy my fellow monster lovers!

“Sylus?” You glance over at the large, intimidating dragon occupying about half the space on the large fur rug you’re both lying on. The dragon, idly fiddling with a gilded coin, glances at you with a bored look in his ruby eyes.

“Yes, kitten?” he asks in his usual growl as he flicks the coin away onto a pile of gold. 

“We’ve known each other for quite some time.”

Sylus raises an eyebrow. “Yes, I suppose we have.”

“I was wondering…if I could ask some questions.”

“Questions?” Sylus looks at you with mild curiosity. “Hmm, let me consult my schedule... ah yes, I have a free moment between ‘hoarding treasure’ and ‘menacing villagers.’ Make it quick." He flashes you a sarcastic grin and you roll your eyes.

“Can you ever just speak normally? Wait that’s not my question!” You add hastily as Sylus’s eyes flash in amusement, clearly about to reply and further annoy you by not answering what you really had in mind. 

A deep, rumbling chuckle emanates from Sylus’s throat. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

You fiddle with the rug, wondering how to phrase your question. You had been living with, if it could be called that, a dragon for a reasonable amount of time now. Between the cave and Tarus City, there wasn’t a glimpse of another human for miles, and now, he was the closest thing to companionship that you had. 

Initially, you were worried he wasn’t interested in you beyond consuming you as a meal but as time progressed, the two of you had struck a balanced relationship. Now whenever you and Sylus ventured out into Tarus City, the inhabitants had begun to refer to you as the dragon’s mate. The thought had initially made you blush because ‘mate’ referred to something more carnal and intimate than whatever you two were. However, Sylus had made no effort to correct them, and now you had unwittingly accepted the title, and it had become part of your identity. 

There was a cavern within the long and winding cave filled with books from faraway lands and one day when you had nothing else to do, you’d come across a book entitled “The Courtship of Dragons”. It was obviously written from a human point of view but you’d read things that had left you with many questions; most of it seemed to be a work of fantasy like the author had made up some parts just to keep the reader’s attention. You’d turned these thoughts over and over in your head until you decided enough was enough and that you needed to get the answers straight from the dragon’s mouth. 

“I read something about…dragon mating. And I’m a little confused by it.” You venture out the topic hesitantly, looking at him for a reaction. Sylus’s face remains impassive as he regards you.  

“Dragon mating?” he chuckles as you avert your eyes back onto the rug, plucking at the fur as you do so. “Whatever did you read? Tell me. I’m quite curious to know.”

You clear your throat before continuing. “Well, the author said dragons have an innate sense about recognizing their mates and that they don’t…nest with other dragons. Is that true?”

Sylus rolls over onto his side contemplating. “Yes, that’s true. Dragons do mate for life. Once they find the one, they become their own unit. They make their own lair, and no other dragon is allowed to enter it. We get highly territorial if this is violated.” 

“I see.” You twiddle your thumbs together. “And…what if…your real mate is out there somewhere? Wouldn’t my presence be a downside?”

“My real mate?” Sylus asks in a vexing tone. “I’m not sure I follow.”

You look at him in disbelief before hedging on. “You know, your real mate. The dragon you’re supposed to be with.”

“You keep forgetting I’m only half dragon. Chances of my mate being completely dragon aren’t high.”

You click your tongue impatiently. “Fine, the other half-dragon or whatever. Isn’t she still out there? If she turns up in your life one day, then doesn’t that mean…” Your voice trails as you consider the implications. 

“Yes?” Sylus prompts you. 

“Well we’d have to shake hands and part ways right?” You rest your cheek on your palm, bearing your weight on your elbow as you turn to look at him. “I wouldn’t be allowed here anymore since you have a mate.”

“What makes you think my mate would be a dragon hybrid?”

The question exasperates you. “Aren’t you the one who said your mate wouldn’t be completely dragon?”

“I did. But you seem to be forgetting another possibility.”

“What? Is there a percentage of dragon she has to be for this to work?” 

Sylus lets out a booming laugh, the noise echoing richly off the walls of his cave. You look at him confoundedly, unable to fathom what made him laugh like this. 

“There’s no need to mock me.” You huff irritably as you watch his abdomen quiver from his mirth. “I’m just trying to familiarize myself with dragon etiquette.”

Sylus quiets down at your tone before he reaches out a clawed hand and flicks your forehead. “Can you really not think of another possibility?”

“No.” You curtly bite out the word. “And I don't appreciate being teased.”

The dragon shakes his head, a wide grin forming on his chiseled face. 

“You seem oblivious to the possibility that she could also be human.” The tone with which he says the words render you momentarily speechless. You hadn’t in fact, considered that as a possibility at all. How could a normal human become a mate to a dragon?

Almost as if Sylus had sensed your curiosity, he explains. “I didn’t make the rules, sweetie. Dragon hybrids are known to find human mates more often than not. Perhaps with the hope that their offspring have a chance to become completely human.” 

Fascinated with this bit of information, you turn it over in your head. “Aren’t you interested in finding her?”

“Finding her?” Sylus chuckles. “Why would I put in that effort when she’s been with me this whole time?” He raises an eyebrow at you as you process his words, then falter as the meaning finally washes over you. 

“Me?!” You sputter as Sylus watches amusedly, his tail swishing across the rug. “Just because the villagers of Tarus City think I’m your mate doesn’t make it true!”

“Indeed, it doesn’t,” Sylus agrees almost maddeningly. “What makes it true is the mark I left on your neck.” 

Your breath hitches and the moment seems to stand still, stuck in time like a black-and-white photograph. Instinctively, your fingers reach for the bite mark Sylus had left on the crook of your neck when he’d first met you. “What about it?” you ask defensively. 

Enjoying the flustered look on your face, the dragon calmly explains. “The mark would have faded by now if you weren’t fated for me. Mate marks last forever, no matter when they’re given.” He smirks, revealing his sharp teeth. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” You burst out, overwhelmed by this reveal. “ I’ve been sitting here day after day thinking at some point you’ll find your true mate and I’d have to think about how to fend for myself!”

“I’m sorry, but I’m confused about which of these is more distressing to you. The idea of moving out, or realizing you’re my mate?” Sylus asks the question with a lilt and you resist the urge to punch him, knowing you’d injure yourself against those scales.

“Both,” you say swiftly, then turn away from him. You’re taken aback as his tail suddenly wraps around your waist and pulls you against him. His chest is warm against your back and his breath tickles your neck as you squirm in his grasp. 

“Where do you think you’re going my little one?” Sylus purrs in your ears. Determined not to let him get a rise out of you, you sulk, ceasing all movements even as your heart pounds in your chest. His chin brushes against the top of your head like a territorial cat. “What? All bark and no bite?” A soft laugh emanates from him as he continues to hold your body against his and you realize…

“Are you snuggling me?” You resist the urge to look over your shoulder and Sylus presses a kiss to it in response.

“Yes. Snuggling between a dragon and their mate isn’t uncommon. Was that not in your readings?” He teases as he continues nuzzling into your warm skin which was steadily heating up under his attention. 

“But when did we become mates?” You rack your brains, trying to think amidst the fluffy fog now filling your brain as Sylus continues to show his affection. 

“It’s not something you become. It’s something you are. Do you ask the water why it flows, or why the sun is bright?” Sylus’s tail wraps further around you, the smooth scales feeling comfortably warm against your skin. “You just are. I knew it. The inhabitants of Tarus City knew it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me.” You quip sarcastically as his nose buries itself into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of the soap you’d used earlier in the day. 

“Would you have believed me?” His inhalations were sending tingles across your scalp and you tried not to melt into his embrace which was surprisingly warm and secure. 

“I-I suppose not,” you admit begrudgingly before your eyes flutter closed. Sylus continues his tender handling, and with a sigh, you finally give in, rolling to face him and letting him embrace you against his chest. He doesn’t say anything but cups the back of your head, claws gently scratching through your scalp and you drowsily let him caress the silky locks. 

Noticing your unwillingness starting to fade, Sylus murmurs, “Does the prospect of being my mate seem less daunting now?” 

His tail wraps around the backs of your thighs and you glance up at him, blushing when you see him gazing back at you intently. Those brilliant ruby eyes, akin to those in his treasury, had an intensity you couldn’t place. It was almost like they could pierce into your very soul and see all of you bare. The thought made you feel exposed and you blink, trying to gather your thoughts. The sharp, dagger-like tip of his tail now rested on your hip, and you hesitantly began to finger it, unsure what to say.

“Not less daunting,” you start, observing how his tail flicks gently in response to your touch, the sharp, hooked scales at the very end softening and flattening against your palm. “Not in the least. You are ancient, powerful, eternal. People fear you even as they look at you in awe. A dragon is timeless, and as a human, I’m like a fleeting ember, a mere second in your life. I might have a thirst for revenge on those who wronged me, but I am an ordinary human. I don’t understand why you believe I would be a suitable mate.” 

 You steal another look at him and see that his pupils are starting to dilate, the dark center of them consuming the red. Sylus lets out a noise of frustration, seemingly ready to give up trying to convince you, but to your surprise, he takes a deep breath of fortifying patience, then grasps your chin with his fingers, ensuring you can see his face. 

“I’m going to give you one, final, absolute, piece of proof. And if you still don’t believe it, then I will eat you so that I don’t have to listen to your maddening doubts anymore.” His tone implies he’s being humorous, but you cautiously watch him, fully aware that you have no defenses against those teeth and claws. You nod, his fingers dipping with the movement. 

“You and I share half of each other’s soul. A typical human vessel wouldn’t be capable of such a thing. Not unless you are fated.” He lets go of your face and brings your ear to his chest. His heartbeat was a steady thud-thud-thud, and yet…it felt like a call. Like something was there inviting you to come home, even though you didn’t know where it was, and suddenly, you feel your own heartbeat start to resonate with his, automatically following his rhythm, inexplicable, deep, primal. He waits and you realize what he’s been trying to say all along. There was no reasoning behind mates. You just knew.

You swallow, feeling like you’d been doused with a bucket of cold water, then place your hand over his heart, feeling a little thrill as he covers it with his. A shaky breath forces its way out of you as you lean your forehead against him, a sense of enlightenment washing over you. 

“Understand now?” Sylus asks almost imploringly and your heart clenches at the tone. 

“Yes.” You gather courage and look him in the eyes. “I do.” Then in a much softer tone, you add, “I’m sorry.”

At your apology, Sylus gathers you in his arms, his embrace almost suffocating as he holds you. Your hands wrap around his back, feeling the points in his skin where the wings sprouted from his body. It felt strangely intimate to touch something like this, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers along the ridges, fascinated by the texture. Sylus’s breath catches in his throat and he loosens his grip, easing you back onto the rug. 

With confidence, you raise a hand to cup his face, your chest swelling with joy as he turns into your touch, his lips grazing your palm. You’d never seen him so vulnerable and defenseless, the fact that he was baring a secretive part of himself to you humbling. You don’t stop him as he lays over you, nuzzling your neck and letting out a series of low growls that sound strangely affectionate. 

You giggle, and he pauses, looking at you with keen interest. “Something amusing you, my love?”

“You’re like a cat,” you tease, then pet the hair between his horns. Even as his expression changes to being miffed, his eyelids become half closed. 

“I am most certainly not a cat.” He sounds affronted but makes no move to stop your petting, and more low growls escape his throat. You can’t control your mirth and the giggles now bubble out of you uncontrollably. 

“Then how come you’re purring?” You stop petting his hair and cup his face with both hands, a wide smile forming on your face as Sylus opens his eyes, which are hazy and languid. 

"That... that isn't purring," The dragon hybrid says with a slight huff. "That was a growl, and you know it."

“Or is that just how dragons purr?” You playfully run your fingers behind his ears, massaging the lobes and then back into his scalp at the base of both horns. 

Sylus tries to keep up his facade of stubbornness, but the gentle massages make him shiver with pleasure. "No, that's a growl. Purring sounds like..." He attempts to imitate a cat's purring, but it came out more like a deep rumbling that vibrated throughout his chest.

You snicker, and then an uncontrollable fit of laughter seizes you, the kind that makes your shoulders and chest shake. Here was this mythical creature, feared and worshipped, yet somehow, trying to imitate a cat despite insisting he was not behaving like one. You brush away a tear from your eye, then look at Sylus who’s sulking, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of crimson. Was this the same dragon that you had worried about being a mate to?

"You-you're insufferable, you know that?" He grumbled, even as he nuzzled his face against your neck; he couldn’t seem to help himself. You reassuringly pat his back. 

“If this is how dragons treat their mate, then I’m no longer worried.” 

“Is that so?” Sylus retreats so that he can gaze down at you. You can see how his expression is softening, betraying the depth of his fondness for you. 

“Yeah. I’m starting to come around.”

“Good. I’m glad I was able to change your mind.” Sylus takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles and causing your heart to flip-flop inside your chest. Your free hand idly strokes his back, still engrossed with the different textures of his skin where the wings began. 

“You seem to have a lot of thoughts about my wings,” Sylus observes as you fondle the leathery base.

“How big are they?” You ask curiously, then gasp as Sylus suddenly pins you under him, then with a rustling noise, his wings fully extend for your viewing pleasure. You look at them, enthralled by the contrasting marbled red and black membranes, little spikes lining the upper ridges. 

“About ten feet each,” Sylus says gruffly with a hint of pride. “Pure dragons are much bigger though.”

You reach out a finger, watching for signs of resistance and when he doesn’t show any, gently trace the membranes, observing how the sunlight illuminated through them like a backdrop. 

Sylus hums at your exploration, his wings twitching slightly before he lies flush against you, putting them in easier reach of your wandering fingers. He resumes that low growling as you do so, and as you watch him close his eyes, another question forms in your head.

“Sylus…are your wings sensitive when touched?”

He cracks his eyes open, and there’s a quality to them that wasn’t present before. A hint of…nervousness? 

“Yes.” He admits after a gap in a slightly breathless tone. “But only when you touch them.” 

His words only make you more captivated, and you continue to delicately stroke down the leathery expanses, the surfaces almost silky to your touch. As you do so, Sylus suddenly squeezes his eyes closed and lets out a rough moan, like he is doing his best to not lose his restraint. 

Your hands freeze as you feel his claws scrape against your clothes, digging into your soft skin as his wings swiftly drop from their extended positions, cocooning you in a swaddle of red and black.

Unsure what just happened, you gently try stroking his hair again. There had been no mention of dragons behaving like this in the books you’d read, and you were burning to ask him, but not if he wasn’t in the right state of mind.

“Sylus?” You call his name softly and hear him hum in response. “Are you ok?”

He lets out a few uneven breaths before resting his head on your chest just underneath your chin. “Yes…I’m fine. No need to worry.” 

“Is it all right if I ask something else?”

“Does it have to do with those ridiculous readings of yours again?” 

You’re about to protest but decide against it. He was behaving in a completely unprecedented manner and you weren’t about to kill the adorable mood. 

“Why are your wings wrapped around me like this?” Your hands rest on his flanks, feeling his tail swishing as it lightly hits your feet. 

It seems to take him a great deal of willpower to bring himself into a state where he can answer. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, mesmerizing, rumble, and you feel yourself tremble in response.

"When a dragon has a mate, it's not uncommon to wrap our wings around them. It's like a protective shield, a barrier that symbolizes possession. You might say it’s our way of claiming our beloved as ours." Sylus’s mouth ghosts your ear, and his next words cause gooseflesh to erupt on your skin. 

“Sometimes, the urge to mate becomes too strong and dragons don’t particularly enjoy being watched. The size of our wings is significant because they must be able to completely wrap around their mate as our primal instincts take over. Hides them from unwanted eyes. After all, there can be no treasure more precious to a dragon than our mate.”

A claw gently pushes away a stray lock of hair from your face and Sylus gazes longly at your face. Swallowing, you press on with your questions, despite feeling a steady rise of tingling heat beginning in your belly and slowly flooding into your chest and sex. 

“And when dragons mate…is it similar to other animals going into a rut?” 

Sylus chuckles, and his tail slides up your body, slithering between your breasts, the feel of each scale brushing against you sparking little flames of desire under your skin. His forehead rests against yours and his wings seem to tighten around you even more. 

“Rut would be the wrong word. A rut would imply something quick and with little intention other than impregnation. Dragons do not rut like most basic animals…we have a long and sensual ritual, lasting for a significant period, and the end goal is to ensure our mate’s satisfaction. Also, dragons do not have a set season like most animals. Rituals can occur anytime provided both mates are willing.”

Your mouth goes dry at the explanation, and you can see the edges of his scarlet irises beginning to darken even more, like bits of smoke mixing with magma. “A-A r-ritual?” Your tongue feels like it’s too big for your mouth and you stumble over the words. 

“Yes my little one,” Sylus purrs, and this time when his lips touch your ear, he follows it with a wet lick of his tongue, awakening a heady, primal, storm inside your gut. “The dragon breeding ritual. A crucial part of dragon courtship. During this time, the male will go into a rather intense state of need. Nothing matters beyond being close to and satisfying his mate. And the female must be prepared for a rather… passionate experience."

Your next words fall out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. 

“Are a dragon’s organs compatible with a human’s?” You cover your mouth as soon as you ask, face flushing with embarrassment. You hadn’t meant to ask it so crudely, but too little too late. 

Sylus gives you an appraising look, his lips curling. “Well…simply put, yes. They’re compatible with human mating organs but they’re certainly not visually similar.” His reply astounds you and you blink, unprepared for his answer, rendered speechless. Questions buzz in your head as you mull over what you’ve been told.

“I’m guessing there’s more?” Sylus’s eyes glitter with mischief. 

“Ah…well….” You recall one last thing you had read and it was so outlandish that you weren’t sure how to put it into words. Sylus watches you patiently as you try to get your words together. “The book…the book said…that dragons are…that they have…” 

You swallow and bite the bullet. “That dragons have two.” 

Silence follows your words and Sylus’s eyes widen, before he composes himself.

“Heh. Were you purposely saving the interesting questions for last sweetie?” A cheeky grin quirks his lips and you turn your face to hide in his wings. 

“Now now. Don’t get all embarrassed with it out in the open.” Sylus grasps your chin and turns you to face him. “It looks like at least one thing in that book was right.”

Your eyes become as wide as dinner plates. “Really?”

“Yes. That bit of information is true. Male dragons do in fact have two mating organs.” 

The casual way Sylus says these words, like he’s giving a biology lecture contrasts your shell-shocked expression. Your mind could now only attempt to imagine what it looked like and it was going haywire at the discovery. 

Observing the stunned look on your face, Sylus gently nudges you. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask questions that you’re not ready to hear the answers to, kitten.” 

Your eyes rove down over his body, taking in the wide view of his chest, leading down to narrower hips and legs that seemed to stretch for days. Then his tail, an appendage adding another 6 feet to his whole length. And somewhere in between all this, tucked away under his leather trousers were not one, but two, dragon penises. 

You try to recall your last encounter with a man, a knight, who had been keen on showing his abilities. It was fine, for lack of a better word, and you remembered how the man’s decently sized single organ shrunk once everything was over. Were Sylus’s similarly shrunken and stacked one above the other at this very moment?

At your lack of response, Sylus chuckles, then in an unexpected gesture of tenderness, strokes your hair. “I can tell this isn’t the end of it. Go on. Get it all out.”

Your mind seems to have lost its ability to think. Wetting your lips, you try to think of something reasonable to say but words have lost all meaning. After a few more minutes of silence, during which Sylus has wrapped you up again in his arms and tail, enjoying your closeness, do you finally venture forward with an inquiry.  

“Why two?”

Sylus makes an odd noise like he was choking down a laugh. He lets out a puff of air, chortling. “Ah, kitten. If only I knew. There are two theories, both of which don’t have much evidence to support them.” Sylus turns onto his side and you yip as you’re sandwiched between his wings, the upper one covering you like a blanket as Sylus moves into a more comfortable position, moving your body closer to his.

“The first theory is that because dragon pairings are rare, two organs help increase the chances of a successful pregnancy. The other…” he trails off and his smile becomes positively wicked before he continues. “The other suggests that having two serves no other purpose than to heighten the woman’s pleasure.”

An uncontrollable shiver runs down your spine and you feel your entire body become hot. Your voice is hushed as you ask, “And they…both…go into the same…?”

Catching on to what you were implying, Sylus chuckles at your reaction, your embarrassment only fueling his enjoyment. It was so tempting to tease you into a flustered mess.

"Ah, you're catching on, aren't you? Yes, both of them go... in the same place. And together, no less." He leans in, his mouth close to your ear again. "Can't you picture it, my dear? The sensation of both of them, inside you at the same time..."

You squeak at the graphic description and bury your face into his chest. “Ok, I’ve heard enough! Stop!” You try to calm your racing heart but Sylus’s low purr as he’d explained dragon anatomy was still ringing in your ears. There was a burning curiosity to ask him how it worked, how it fit but you were positive you would drop dead from the embarrassment. 

You twitch when Sylus puts his calloused hands on your back, soothingly stroking your skin. “It’s all right my jewel. I know it’s a lot of information to process. Take your time. I’m yours after all.” 

At his last few words, you lean away and glance at his face. “You’re mine?”

“Yes,” Sylus murmurs, the tenderness in his eyes becoming more evident. “As you are mine. I’m equally your mate as well.” There’s a tinge of possessiveness in his voice that you hadn’t heard before and it was making you feel weak; the thought of belonging to Sylus, of him belonging to you. There was an ancient concept of souls being bound at play and suddenly you find that you’re highly attuned to his mood; the atmosphere has changed, and part of you can feel the intense want that’s filling Sylus’s bloodstream, can sense the depth of his emotional bond as it echoes in his chest. Your body seems to synergize with his, each rush of blood, each dilation of the pupils, and every sigh that’s being shoved back all come into clarity. You reach out to touch his neck and the mating mark on yours seems to hum with life, drawing you closer to Sylus’s physical state. 

Sylus looks intoxicated as he drinks in the sight of you, soft and pliant in his arms despite having done nothing but talk to you about courtship. You were still shy, but he can sense there’s now a primal instinct that’s beginning to take over. His restraint was at a limit but he waits for you to make the first move, knowing he’d regret it if his first act of intimacy with you was for his own selfishness. His voice dropped even lower,  a rough, possessive growl.

“Be mine, my precious treasure. Be with me. Be Mine to claim, mine to protect, and mine to possess."

His words resonate deep within you and the overwhelming feelings you’d been holding back break like a dam. With trembling fingers, you stroke his cheek, dragging a fingertip across his lips, your breath catching as Sylus nibbles the digit. 

Gathering courage, you ask him softly, “Can I see?”

A thrum seems to vibrate through the air and Sylus nods. “You wish to see all of me? I’m yours.”

Sensing you were too timid at the moment, Sylus undoes his trousers, and they rustle as he slips them down his legs. Still in his embrace, covered with his wings, you wait, then trail your hands down his heated abdomen. His heart pounds in his chest as you do so, feeling the unfamiliar terrain of skin and scales before your hand finally reaches its destination. Sylus’s harsh breathing can be heard as he waits for you to touch him but when you do so, you’re slightly puzzled. 

Your fingers brush against smooth scales where a normal man’s genitals would be. You venture further, wondering. 

“Sylus? They are here right?” 

You hear a choked laugh, then he nuzzles the top of your head. 

“Yes, my love. Like I said, visually, I’m not like a man.” His voice is gruff as he tries to explain. His hands roam across your body, squeezing the soft flesh and purring at the feeling. 

“Then where…?”

“They're hidden beneath my scales, darling.” There’s a breathless quality as he speaks. “Just keep…petting me there.” 

Sylus closes his eyes for a moment, his body trembling as you continue to touch him. The sensation of your fingers tracing the scales on his skin was both soothing and arousing, making it difficult to hold back the possessive roar that threatened to escape his throat. Watching your reaction as you explored the area where his scales ended and something more intimate began was threatening to snap his will in two like a twig. 

“Oh!” Your eyes widen as you suddenly feel a bump starting to make itself evident. 

“There…” Sylus’s voice is gravelly. “Go ahead, my dear... Lift my scales gently. Just a little...”

You feel like little electric currents are running nonstop under your skin as you follow his orders. Your sex pulses between your closed legs, all the courtship explanations still fresh in your mind. You carefully start to lift the scales over the bump, curiosity piqued as they give way to a sort of shallow slit, then before you can go any deeper, you feel something hard and moist rise out of the patch. 

Whatever you had been imagining didn’t even come close to the real thing. You watch, transfixed, as Sylus’s twin cocks spring free, standing proudly in your palm. One was higher up on his body, and the other sat lower, and the lower one was slightly longer than the upper. Both of them were hot to the touch, beads of precum weeping from their slits. Colossal compared to a human, their surfaces were smooth but ridged in parts, in a way that resembled scales, yet softer. They were both coated in a sort of viscous, translucent, liquid, exuding from the cocks. 

Sylus groans as he feels the heat of your palm against his cocks. In a constricted voice he asks, “Well? What do you think?”

Fascinated, you gently grip the lower one, silently noting the size of it compared to your forearm, and wrap your fingers around it, barely managing to make them meet around the engorged column. A low growl leaves Sylus as you start to pump the smooth, velvety, column, observing how the shorter top one also responds, pulsing in time with its pair. A slick, wet noise fills the air as you stroke him and Sylus’s hips begin to rock against your movements. His mouth is open and he’s panting, sweat gathering on his brow as you experimentally continue to touch him. 

The scales that lined his cock were incredibly squishy and malleable, not at all having resemblance to the hard and sharp ridges on the rest of his body. As more of the lubricating fluid began to gather on his lengths, you wonder at the texture of those scales against the palm of your hand, and suddenly, start imagining how they would feel inside your cunt. Rubbing, stroking, providing extra stimulation as they nestled deep inside you. You bite your lip and steal a look at Sylus, heart jolting when you find him gazing right at you, and judging by his expression, he can feel the longing building deep inside your body. 

“I can smell it, kitten.” He inhales deeply, your scent filling his senses like an aphrodisiac. “Your arousal. It’s as potent as the daturas on the mountainside.” His cheek brushes against yours and you freeze as he kisses the corner of your lips. It was so unexpected and sweet and you turn towards him. 

“Bloom for me,” Sylus whispers before his lips lay over yours, capturing them in a deep and passionate kiss. Your breath catches in your throat and it’s like the kiss had opened a gate, all your raw desires coming loose. Like a ball of unwinding yarn, your arms draw around Sylus’s neck, pressing as possibly close as you can to him, your mouth opening sweetly to offer him your tongue.

The unbridled ardor of your reaction has Sylus groaning like a drowning man, his tongue slipping deeper into your wet cavern, sipping, sampling, and savoring the flavors that were unique to you. The rushing thrill of your surrender was a dizzying upward spiral as his hands roamed over your body, cupping your clothed breasts as his wings quivered from the tingling delight of being wrapped so snugly around your form. 

Sylus breaks the kiss and his long, dexterous, tongue licks a line down the side of your neck, sucking over the point where your pulse beat hotly, and into the crook of your shoulder. You gasp as his teeth sink into the flesh, a nip of pain flaring through you before Sylus soothes the sting with his tongue. 

“You taste as delicious as you smell my jewel,” he murmurs sensually, and continues his journey across your body, biting and sucking at your collarbone before resting between your breasts, nuzzling his face into the warmth. 

His tail has managed to slip between your legs and the jagged ridges have all smoothed into a streamlined piece of muscle, teasingly moving between your thighs, just high enough for the upper side to rub against your underwear, playing into the wetness that was already starting to gather. You moan at the stimulation, barely enough to even scratch the surface of your raging flames, and hook your leg over Sylus’s hip to give you more access. The thick tail presses into your slit, rhythmically dragging the fabric against your engorged clit as his hands busy themselves undoing the laces at the back of your dress. 

You shiver despite the rising heat as the dress falls apart at the back and Sylus drags the garment off over your head, his breath catching as he finally gets his first, unobscured look at you. His eyes rove appreciatively over your body, his blood humming in his veins as he watches your skin become ruddy, the light filtering over it through his wing casting a soft, shadowy glow. Your nipples were perked and hard, your skin smooth and creamy, with little curls of hair poking out from underneath the sides of your panties. 

You whimper as the very tip of his tail wedges into the apex of your folds, rubbing the soaked fabric directly onto your clit, sending skitters of electricity through your system. The air seems to become balmy as you breathe, harsh pants leaving you as want grows in your core, the overwhelming need to bite down and mark him back as he’d done for you becoming palpable with each passing second. 

Sylus raises a clawed finger and brings it to your mouth, which you obligingly suck, followed by a sharp bite that makes his eyes dilate and brings a grin to his lips. He slowly pulls the digit back, letting it slide between your lips and stroking the wetness onto a nipple, enjoying the way your breath becomes ragged and how your core clenches against his sinful ministrations. 

“Sylus…” you whimper, feeling tension curling in the pit of your stomach like a bow that’s been drawn too tight. His only response was a hum, his head dipping down leisurely to capture your other nipple, licking circles on it with the tip of his tongue, not unlike the motions his tail was currently drawing onto your puffy clit. His thumb and forefinger tweak your other hardened peak, pulling and pinching methodically as the moans of your pleasure fill the chamber. Now and then you feel the scrape of his monstrous teeth against the delicate skin of your nipple, just intense enough to bring a small lick of fear into you before you feel the reassuring slip of his tongue. 

Your sighs fill your head, body yielding to him, melting against the silken leathery embrace of his wings, eyes closing as the sweetening ache inside you builds. You stir as you feel his tail shift, and your panties are dragged down your legs, exposing your swollen sex. The unexpected feeling of his scales is suddenly made present as his tail lays flat between your folds, wetting itself with your slick and gliding smoothly against your aroused pussy. Your mouth opens to let out a high-pitched whine as the smoothened scales add extra stimuli to your bud, your hips moving with him and seeking out more friction. Sylus finally releases your nipple as he feels your desperate humps, and maneuvers you so that you’re straddling him, body balanced on his tail as it continues to pleasure you.

Your voice keens as your hands splay on his hard chest, the slippery appendage rocking against your clit, feeling the differences in the size of the scales while sliding closer to the base as the dagger-shaped tip tickles your chin. Your mouth instinctively moves to take it, sucking on it pacifyingly to ground yourself as your hips undulate over the rest of the sinew. You boldly glance at Sylus and his eyes are sanguineous, uninhibitedly gazing at the sight of you hot and bothered, seeking carnal satisfaction that he knows only his body can provide. 

The end of his tail withdraws from your mouth and teasingly draws back down to your breast, curling around a nipple and squeezing while he maintains the steady movement he knows you crave between your legs. With nothing to muffle your noises, your voice grows steadily louder, echoing off the high walls of the cave as Sylus guides you toward the abyss of gratification. 

“My body is yours little one,” Sylus says in a harsh whisper that has your senses on edge. You feel the flutter of his wings as they enfold you again, a little space of privacy where only you and he exist. 

“Use me for your pleasure.” His hand cups your cheek and his movements become frenzied, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you writhe over him, trying to find release. 

A soft haze seems to settle around you as your body orgasms. You feel the repetitive little spasms of your clit mirrored in your core as they become longer and more intense, flooding your body with sinful delight as you sob out your need. Your eyes are shut tight, the world becoming an incoherent mix of color and light where nothing is solid except for your mate as he pushes you through your heady climax. Even as your heartbeat turns erratic, you can sense the changes in him too as he scents the salty tang of your relief as your body relaxes. You gasp, steadying yourself as Sylus gently withdraws his tail, letting you collapse on his chest as you try to come back down to earth.

You feel his claws soothingly scratch your back and gratefully nuzzle into his chest before taking a steadying breath and peering over your shoulder at his neglected cocks. They were still standing, colossal and proud, with thick pearlescent beads forming on the tip. The slippery viscous fluid was now being exuded copiously, lubricating the entire length.

You crawl over to them, and Sylus lets out a gasp of surprise as your tongue darts out to taste one, running it over the weeping head. You taste salt on his skin and bob your head down a little lower, taking as much as you can, and Sylus fists the rug, his teeth biting his lower lip as he tries to control the raging urge to take you right there. 

Barely able to deepthroat him, you come back up, letting the moistened cock slip out of your lips before you gather both between your hands, squeezing the bases together before sucking both tips back into your mouth. Your jaw stretches wide to accommodate them, only taking him about halfway before coming back up for air. The lubricant covering them was tasteless but aided their path into your mouth and towards the back of your throat. Sylus thrusts into the inviting wetness as he tries not to choke you. You suck playfully, wet noises issuing from your mouth as you do so before Sylus suddenly jerks your head back, strings of spit connecting your lips to both heads.

“Not like this…” His voice is ragged. Swiftly, he flips you onto your back, drawing your ankles to rest on his shoulders as your thighs part for him. Your hole is quivering with anticipation as you feel one of the thick erections probe your entrance. 

“Breathe sweetie,” Sylus reminds you, his eyes growing steadily more animalistic as he pushes into you. You gasp at the feeling, then your eyes widen as Sylus gently splits you apart, your folds giving way to his massive proportions. You sniff, tears in your eyes at his size. There was pain along with the pleasure as your walls adjusted to him. 

Sylus’s wings gather you close to him, cradling you against his body as he strokes your face, whispering encouragement to you as he continues to sheathe himself into the hot moisture of your cunt. You squirm, the stretch foreign and uncomfortable, unsure what to do.

“Relax my little one. It’s ok.” Sylus kisses away your tears. “Remember we were made for each other. We’re meant to fit.” He halts, nearly fully inside, and your sniffs fade as you slowly adjust to him. Sylus thrusts softly, and you whimper, feeling so full impaled helplessly on his generous size. As he continues those deep strokes, your body seems to easen, the tension trickling away and giving rise to a whole new sensation. Your breath catches as you feel the thick mushroom head kiss your cervix with each stroke, the lower cock slapping against your buttocks with each move. The scales you had been touching earlier dragged smoothly along your inner walls with minimal resistance, flattening every time he pushed in, and erotically stimulating them as he withdrew. Every inch of your sex felt like it was being touched all at once and your eyes close dreamily as you lose yourself to the growing flutters of ecstasy. 

The next set of delighted moans are music to his ears and Sylus sensually rolls his hips each time, determined to wring out every tiny noise possible from you. Your face scrunches up in pleasure as he takes you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you keep thinking about how the second one would feel. Your breasts bounce as he fucks you, and soon you’re breathing his name, hands grasping his forearms as your bodies fuse together.  

Sylus sees your eyes glazing over with need, your mind switching to a state where all that mattered was the hedonistic rush of your bodies working together in harmony. He pauses, interrupting his rhythm as he angles his second cock at your entrance.

You moan as you feel it but when Sylus pushes, there’s no resistance, your cunt already sloppy from his previous thrusts. The action puts his upper cock in contact with your Gspot, and your cunt feels wonderfully pliant as you feel both of them working in tandem to bring you to another peak. The added thickness combined with the scales' stimulation on both surfaces brought you to a realm of delight you hadn’t thought was possible as he starts to fuck into you with purpose, certain that you are no longer in pain.

His teeth are gritted as Sylus ruts into you marveling at the tightness of your cunt, how every clench and spasm felt on his dicks, knowing he was responsible for each one. Your combined juices start to pool at the base of his cocks, leaving a sticky ring of arousal. The wet squelch of your cunt fills the air and Sylus sees your folds, still slick from the interaction with his tail and he’s determined to make you lose control another time. 

You whine in protest when you feel him halt again and Sylus hushes you as he withdraws his upper dick and lets it sit with a moist plop back between your folds. The runny juices slide down and coat your pussy and you can feel the soft ridged scales now nestled at your most sensitive spot and you realize what he intended to do a second before it happened. With a smooth brush, Sylus buries himself back in your cunt and you feel the tingling stimulation of the scaled ridges sliding through your folds and hitting your clit one after the other. You nearly shriek at the feeling, almost on the border of overstimulation as Sylus sets up a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours. 

Your face screws up and your eyes are squeezed closed as all your pleasure spots are stroked at the same time, your gspot and clit pulsing wetly. Sylus growls, his body pistoning in hot need as he chases his orgasm, seeking release. Your entire being feels like it’s slipping away, your cries of delight the only thing that can be heard. 

“Cum for me my love,” Sylus says brokenly, breathless and enraptured at the way you look, his legs shaking from the effort of controlling his climax before you had yours. Your body arches off the rug to feel the slick push of his cock and scales at a different angle and your toes curl as you finally let go and orgasm for the second time. It robs you of your thoughts, little brushes from the spikes continuing to push through every tremor you feel as the hot waves of gratification flood your system. 

Sylus’s hips stutter as he feels your walls fluttering around him, and lets out a feral roar as his climax hits him, his balls tightening up in urgent release and they spill their load. His abdomen clenches, his breathing rough as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You hold onto him as you feel each spasm of his cocks both inside and out, one filling your walls with thick jets of his seed, the other dripping his hot, sticky cum onto your clit, mixing with your fluids as it drips messily into your slit, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. 

It takes a while for him to recover, nestling against you, and you’re content to feel his weight on your body as you stroke his hair. After a period of silence Sylus hums and rolls you over so that you’re on top of him. The action dislodges his cock from your channel and you quickly clench your hole closed, determined to keep all of him inside you, even though your folds are dripping from his essence and leaking onto him. 

“Mine…” he purrs as he noses your neck and you smile at him, brushing his cheeks with your thumb. A deep sense of belonging and satisfaction courses through both of you as you lay together in the afterglow of your courtship. 

“Rest for now kitten.” Sylus’s eyes are heavy with sleep as he cradles you on his chest. Your body felt wonderfully achy from your lovemaking. 

“I hope the hatchlings look like you,” he murmurs tiredly, and you blink as your ability to process starts coming back to you. 

“Hatchlings?” 

“That’s what we call our young.” Sylus tenderly cups your cheek and kisses you. “I’ll be certain to fill you a few more times to ensure it happens.” 

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[fishiebitz]

LEARNT MY LESSON FROM RAFAS BDAY ( EMBARUZINGGG I WAS NOT PREPARED) SOO I JUST USED THIS 😭 HAPPY BDAY ZAYNE!

[unintentionalseductress]

Fresh Cream

Warnings: MDNI, PIV sex, creampies, pussy eating, cum eating, clit play

Sylus, who's a sucker for eating you out after giving you a creampie. His teeth are gritted as he sets up a delicious rhythm inside your gummy walls, engorged cockhead brushing your gpot with each stroke.

The way he grips you, fingers sinking into your soft skin, all the while growling his pleasure into your ear leave you weak in the knees, knowing how much you turn him on.

"Fuck, so tight for me kitten." His low, raspy voice fills your ear and you arch your back like an animal in heat, your cunt clenching around his hard velvety cock. A ring of cream gathers at the base of his erection, mewls of pleasure leaving your lips as his fingers start to toy with your sensitive clit, already tender from a previous orgasm.

The pads of his fingers are gentle on the swollen nub, gathering your combined fluids that are leaking onto his shaft and pushing it onto the throbbing bud in circles. Your body feels unbearably hot, feeling the warning flutters of your impending orgasm pulsing inside your pussy. A keening moan escapes you as his hips angle upwards and his tip kisses your cervix with each stroke.

Sylus lets out a guttural groan, then whispers hotly in your ear, "You're close. I can feel you on my cock. Are you gonna cum all over me?"

The words are so crudely stimulating and you manage to nod. "That's my good kitten. Go on now, show me how much you want it."

His balls slap against your folds with each thrust and the coaxing circles on your clit are overwhelming, and in no time at all you cum hard on his cock, walls spasming pleasurably as you savor your release, the breath tearing from your throat.

"I'm almost..." Sylus grunts, his hips stuttering to keep up his rhythm. "Kitten, you're going to hold whatever I give you."

Your mind is in a fucked haze, and you shake your head, trying to concentrate. "What?"

"Hold what I give you. I'm going to fill you, and when I pull out, I need you to clench as hard as you can. Hold it all in until I tell you to. Can you do that?" His voice is breathless like he's struggling to form the words.

You're confused but agree. "Ok. I'll hold it."

"Good girl." Sylus starts to rut into you with abandon, his hands tightening almost painfully around your waist, then with a growl of satisfaction, he buries himself to the hilt as his hot seed pours into you. You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties himself, then he strokes yuor back tenderly.

"Remember what I told you," he murmurs then slides out of your well-fucked hole, and you quickly tighten your walls, holding his seed as best as you can. Sylus ensures you're steady on your hands and knees before he slips between your thighs, his face underneath your glistening pussy. His lips kiss your messy folds while his tongue parts them and you clench tighter, trying not to relax too soon.

When his mouth is in position right under your core, his nose firmly lodged against your clit, he gives you a command, muffled against your moist cunt. "Unclench."

You relax, and immediately feel the sticky fluid drop down your wet channel, dripping it's way outside your body, then realize, with a jolt, what Sylus intended to do and it brings a blush to your face. His mouth opens to receive the sweet cream, catching the droplets on his tongue, savoring the taste as it slides down his throat. His lips seal around your hole and he sucks, drawing out every last drop he had given you, and your helplessly being tongue fucked, your clit bumping into his nose with each move.

Primal instinct takes over and you rock your hips on his face, enjoying the grinding friction, exposed and overstimulated but you can't stop yourself, unashamedly moaning his name, feeling so filthy knowing what he's drinking from you, and the combination is too much. With a cry, you cum on his face, and he eagerly laps up the liquidy juice like an offering.

You gaze down at his messy face, watching him lick his lips clean, ruby eyes glittering in a pussy drunk fog.

"Get some rest kitten. You'll need it if you plan to survive the next round."

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[unintentionalseductress]

City of Us

Note: Fic 2 of 5k and Latte! Written for @tokoyami-bestboi. The smut ended up being almost romantic. I'm sorry girl, I know what kind of kinky shiz you had in mind, but there is BDSM and nipple play, it's just SOFT. PS, kudos to those who were able to decode Sylus's phone number! Shoutout to my awesome betas @victor-page and @reilemon for giving this story a thorough lookover and bringing it to its best form! I cringe every time I look at my old fics and see how many errors there are, so I'm grateful for their efforts and feedback in making my writing stronger. Order: americano + croissant, $8, cafe menu Pairing: expat! Sylus x seconded worker fem! reader Warnings: MDNI, sex, PIV sex, casual sex, nipple play, nipple clamps and bondage, handcuffs, clit play, some mild angst Synopsis: A chance meeting in a foreign city leads to an exciting, sweeping romance that changes you forever.

A pleasant breeze ruffles your hair as you lean back and take in the beautiful views of Seoul from the rooftop restaurant. A bokeh of city lights flickered in and out of your eyes’ periphery as cars and busy skyscrapers began amping up for the daily evening rush. 

Being chosen to spearhead the opening of a new branch in Seoul was the pinnacle of your career, if you did say so yourself. After years of dedication, the promotion your boss had been dangling in front of you – like a carrot motivating a ravenous bunny – had finally come true. 

The promotion not only came with an amazing bonus package but also meant you would spend a month in Seoul onboarding the new employees and understanding the Korean market and clientele. Feeling content, you raise your glass of champagne to the dark, star-strewn sky, toasting yourself silently in your head.

“Do you always toast the sky, or is someone late to celebrate your success?” A rich, masculine voice cuts through your thoughts, and your pulse quickens when you see its owner. 

A tall, broad-shouldered man holding a glass of whiskey grins at you, and it was all you could do not to stare at his perfectly chiseled face, the firm jawline and slightly crooked nose all adding to his charm. Garnet eyes, resembling those of an observant dragon, were squinting in amusement at your muted gesture of success. 

“Not all celebrations need an audience,” you manage to say, and the stranger moves closer to your table, flawlessly classy in his tailored slacks and well-fitted shirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and you glimpse corded, toned forearms as he gestured to the empty chair. 

“You know the rule, right? If you toast the sky, the sky sends someone over.”

You laugh, deciding it wouldn’t kill you to let a handsome man indulge you for a moment, and motion for him to sit down. Celebrations were more meaningful with someone else after all. 

“What are we toasting?” He asks, bringing his glass to clink against yours, the sound merry and satisfying. 

“A promotion,” you say proudly and sip, relishing the bubbles that burst on your tongue. 

“Congratulations.” The man takes a swig from his glass. “I take it you’re new to Seoul?” he asks, and you bite your lip, unsure about how honest you should be. Seeing your expression, the man raises his hands in a gesture of peace.

“I only ask because I’m an expat. This is the go-to place for most people experiencing Seoul for the first time.” 

You grin at him. “All right you caught me. But it’s Google’s fault. It recommended this place to me.”

“I see. And what were you looking for?”

“Best place for a foreigner celebrating a promotion to get a drink,” you say sheepishly, ducking behind your glass. 

The man laughs, a deep rumble like the opening thunder preceding a rainstorm, his chest trembling from the force, and it hits you how ridiculously attractive he is. Not just good, old-fashioned, attractive, ridiculously attractive. The kind depicted in cartoons where women floated in the air with hearts in their eyes as the male heartthrob passed by. 

“I suppose that would have done the trick.” He sets down his glass. “I’m Sylus, by the way.” He offers his hand, and you accept it, a tickle of exhilaration running down your spine at the contact. You give him your name, and he lingers, letting your hand rest on his palm beyond what was considered typical for a handshake. Your questioning gaze has him smiling, and he runs a calloused thumb over your knuckles, sending your heart into a frenzy. 

“Is the promotion the only reason you moved?” Sylus asks, letting go of your hand and you feel the loss of contact keenly, wishing you could reach over and grasp it once more. Instead, you focus on his question.

“Oh, I haven’t moved here,” you explain. “I’m here to help set up my company’s new branch. I’m only in Seoul for a month.”

You thought you saw a flicker of disappointment on his face (had you imagined it?) before you continued. “What do you do?” you ask politely, and Sylus drains his glass before replying. 

“I’m an independent market analyst.” Seeing your inquisitive expression, he adds, “I help people understand the market they’re looking to expand into.” 

“Independent?” you lean back in your chair. “That’s impressive. I’m guessing you were fed up with a 9-5?”

“That’s one of many reasons, yes. I value my time and my life. It was the best way for me to hustle while also having a personal life.”  

You respected that. Working as an independent contractor sounded nice, but you knew you could never get over the fear of having a dry month and being unable to pay bills. It felt like extra effort, networking to find clients for work. 

“I wish I had that sort of confidence. I like knowing there’s money coming, even if I’m on someone else’s clock.” You shoot a (hopefully subtle) admiring look his way, before asking, “How long have you been in Seoul?” 

“A few years now.” 

“And do you like living as an expat?”

“I do. It enables me to understand what people are looking for, which in turn makes it easier for me to help my clients.”

Fascinated, you lean forward and rest your arms on the table. “How long have you been away from home?”

“Home?” Sylus looks thoughtful before replying. “I don’t think I’ve ever considered anywhere my real home. I can make a home anywhere.”

You consider his words. “I can see the appeal in that. However, doesn’t it get lonely?” Your question catches him off guard and his eyebrows knit together in confusion, like he hadn’t considered this a possibility, and you hasten to clarify. “All I meant was that kind of freedom requires a tolerance for solitude.”

“Yes, it does,” he says measuredly. “But I like to think of it as maximizing the lives I’ve lived within a short human lifespan. It’s certainly not for everyone, but it doesn’t get boring.” His eyes glitter as he recalls his experiences. “Whether it’s Tokyo during cherry blossom season, Zurich at Christmas time, or Mardi Gras in Rio De Janeiro. There’s too much to see to be content with staying in one place forever.” 

There’s passion and excitement in his words, the allure of all the freedom in the world, and the confidence that there was nothing to be missed outside this lifestyle. It was fascinating to see how fulfilled he was, yet you were already aching for the comforts of home, almost like him talking about his ways as an expat only highlighted how much you yearned for a place to call your own.  

“So what’s a seasoned expat doing at a newbie hangout?” you ask and this time, it’s unmistakable; Sylus pauses and his features morph into confusion, as though he himself isn’t sure. He taps the side of his glass, wondering. 

“It’s been a while since I last came here. Perhaps, I was feeling nostalgic. Wanted to relive my first time coming to Seoul. Or maybe, the universe saw a young woman toasting herself and decided she should have some company.” His authenticity resonates deep within your bones, a little hum of acceptance.

“Or if you’re superstitious, maybe we were meant to meet. After all, who better than a market analyst to help a professional learning the Korean market?” 

Your heart thumps in your chest as you consider his words. He’s quiet, patiently waiting for you to respond, ball entirely in your court. Your mind was warning you against trusting a stranger, but something hung in the air, a spark, a feeling of kinship, whatever the poets called it.  

Suspicion was your default state. Though you weren’t alone on this trip (the company had sent a representative fluent in Korean) you weren’t thinking about texting them your location in case things went awry. There could have been plenty of reasons to listen to the alarms going off in your head and taking your leave now.

But with Sylus…you weren’t nervous. You weren’t discreetly reaching for your phone pretending to check a text. You weren’t even scoping the bar to see if there were other women you could run to for safety. Instead, you wanted to lean further over the table and kiss him, to get a small experience of the freedom he’s been accustomed to his entire life. This was not a man you needed to exercise caution with. Your brain was screaming logic, but your heart, your intuition, was telling you this wouldn’t be a mistake. You purse your lips, weighing your options. 

Perhaps you weren’t as discreet as you thought you were because when you glance at Sylus, he’s gazing at your lips, and it sends a thrill of delight through your system, realizing he’s thinking the same as you. The notion makes you shiver despite the warmth of the evening.

“Are you cold?” Sylus asks and you shake your head no. “Are you sure? You can have my jacket.” 

“I’m sure.” you flash him a smile, wondering if you could get his phone number, but delay the moment to keep the conversation flowing. “Besides, I’d have to give it back to you when I leave. Then I’d be cold all the way back to my hotel.”

Sylus chuckles. “I wouldn’t mind walking you back to your hotel.”

“Because it’s gentlemanly?”

“Because I’m fond of this jacket.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, and without missing a beat, Sylus shrugs out of his jacket and comes around to drape it over your shoulders, and you’re enveloped in his scent before he offers his hand and helps you out of your chair. 

“Lead the way,” he says, and you do so without trepidation. 

The walk back to the hotel wasn’t long, but every step caused an odd tension to coil in your belly. You weren’t reckless like this. You never allowed unknown men to escort you back to your hotel room. Hell, you weren’t even sure what you wanted to do after he’d walked you back to the hotel. Was he expecting something? Could you give in to your desires and give him that something? The something that you were sure you also wanted to happen?

All too soon you’re at the doors to the lobby of the hotel, and you fidget with the collar of his jacket, reluctant to take it off. 

“Oh dear, you’re not planning on stealing it, are you?” Sylus remarks, observing how you were lingering by the door, unwilling to part company. “As charming as you are, we’re not quite at that stage.” 

You shake your head; you’d never brought back a man to your hotel room before. It was a first. How did one signal interest for something more? 

“Um…would you like to…” you gesture aimlessly at the cheery, well-lit lobby. “Come up?” Tongue-tied, you try to gauge his expression, then fumble when you see a look of surprise on his face. 

“I…! All I meant was…I mean, I wanted to…If you don’t…” You gasp as Sylus takes a step forward and presses a finger to your lips, towering powerfully over you, yet his touch was gentle and unthreatening, silencing your incomplete thoughts. 

“Kitten,” he says huskily, and the endearment shoots right into your sex, heat gathering in your belly as the blood rushes to your ears. 

“It’s ok to want someone without a reason. Not everything has to make sense,” he murmurs, his voice low and tempting. “You don’t have to explain yourself.” 

Seeing the look of relief on your face, he subtly drags his finger down, over your bottom lip, waiting for you to make a move, and it was all you could do to not give in and kiss him on the spot. 

“Let’s go up.” You manage to free the words from your throat, exhilaration brewing in your veins of what had just been set into motion. Sylus’s eyes sparkle and he politely holds your hand as you lead him into the lobby and towards the elevator.

You punch in the floor number, trying to remain put together, to hold off until you got to your room, but the pull of the moment hits a crescendo once the doors slide shut. Damning it all, your control snaps and you pull Sylus towards you by the front of his shirt, your lips crashing onto his. Stunned, his eyes widen as he yields to you with a groan. 

Remnants of whiskey lingered on his tongue as you tiptoed, angling your head and pressing your body against his, feeling hard muscles underneath his clothes, pressing him against the side of the elevator as you greedily satiated your primal instinct. The elevator dings, signaling you’d reached your floor and you moan against Sylus’s mouth as he scoops you up and out of the elevator, arms firmly holding you under your thighs as his mouth devours yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, holding firmly onto him as you break the kiss to check your surroundings.

“Left, go left,” you say breathlessly, and he complies, your eyes barely keeping track of the room numbers, giddy from being carried in this intimate way. “Here, this one.” You point to a door then fumble with your clutch to pull out the keycard, tapping it to the lock and Sylus enters, the door clicking shut behind you. 

No time was wasted. Your clothes slipped off easily and you unbuttoned Sylus’s shirt and pulled off his slacks with no hesitation. Both of you fall onto the bed in a heated tangle of limbs, teeth clashing, tongues mixing, and hands everywhere, flesh squeezed, teased and licked until you are a slippery mess of desire. 

You whine in protest when he rolls off you to fumble for his pants and notice him pull out a small square packet. Your hazy brain silently thanks him for having the presence of mind to remember something like this, and when he returns, he’s sheathed and ready. He hisses as he enters your tight wetness, the clench of muscles intoxicating around his hard shaft. Your nails scratch at his back, as though determined to keep him there, whimpering as his thrusts, long and deep, stirred up a torrent of pent-up desires you weren’t even aware had been lying dormant inside you. 

Wrapped up under his warmth and passionate movements, you let yourself feel with abandon, breaths syncing and eyes locking onto each other as you drive each other to the peak, his thumb steadily working on the swollen bundle of nerves between your folds. 

When you finally orgasm, you trigger his own, and his fingers indent bruisingly into your soft flesh as he empties himself into you, mumbling your name like a prayer over and over again. 

Bright sunlight was streaming through your window when you woke, and it was with a pang of disappointment that you saw Sylus was gone, his side of the bed cool when you touched it. Feeling a little foolish that you had hypothetical expectations of a stranger, you roll over and see a note placed on the bedside table next to your charger. You reach out to free and read it, heart fluttering at the message. 

664-249-6879. 

I left my jacket for you in case it gets cold but I’d like it back at some point. Call me when you want to meet. 

Sylus

With a smile rivaling the Cheshire Cat, you look over at the sofa, and sure enough, Sylus’s jacket was draped over the arm. You hum leisurely as you get ready for the day, and once you are dressed, you save Sylus’s number in your phone before calling.  

He answers after a few rings and your pulse quickens at the sound of his voice. 

“Sooner than I expected. But I won’t pretend it’s unwelcome. ”

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“How have your first few days been?”

Sylus leans back in his chair as you peruse the dinner menu, eyes landing on the bibimbap immediately. The all important jacket was now slung over the back of his chair, finally back in the hands of its owner. 

“Busy,” you respond, setting down the menu and focusing on him. “It was back to back meetings and I met with a few of our clients. They have very specific ideas for their marketing and I feel like none of my experience applies here. I’m an alien, navigating a new world.”

“What I hear is…you’re learning,” Sylus supplies, turning his attention to the waiter. “Your best soju, please.” He glances your way and you nod in approval, and the waiter bows his head before stepping away. 

“If you find yourself lacking in inspiration, I always suggest looking at art. It’s the best way to make your own impression about what speaks to your local audience.”

You look at Sylus thoughtfully. “That makes sense. Art is a universal medium, open to interpretation. I could scheme up some ideas.”

The waiter returns with your drinks and you place your food order, Sylus following suit. He sips the soju and fixes his eyes on you, and a liquidy pull of heat begins in your belly before spreading to your extremities, like invisible puppet strings had attached themselves into you. 

“What?” you ask, trying and failing to suppress an awkward giggle under his intense stare. He merely smiles mysteriously and takes another sip of alcohol.

“Nothing. You just make learning look very endearing. It’s a quality lost on most. They fail to see it as anything other than homework. Beneath them.” 

A familiar tingle starts at the base of your neck and crawls down your spine, pleasantly electrifying and causing you to flush with pride. Reminding yourself not to get swept away by basic flattery, you refocus on his suggestion.

“Do you have any suggestions on where to visit?” You sip your own drink and are surprised at the fruity flavor that erupts on your tongue. Sylus looks amused at your expression.

“I always tell newcomers to try the flavored soju first. If you can handle that, then move on to the unflavored version.”

“Testing if I’m a lightweight?” you ask shrewdly before taking another swig. Sylus chuckles at this.

“Truthfully, yes. I’ve seen promising evenings collapse into nonsense because people don’t know how to pace themselves. I don’t want to waste this one, so I’m keeping you fully operational.”

“Oh? Am I not worthy of wasting an evening with the great Mr. Sylus?” you tease, noting how the drink had loosened your tongue. Perhaps he was right in his observations.

He laughs out loud, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re definitely worth wasting an evening on, kitten. But I’d prefer if you remembered the details the next morning.” He leans back in his seat, and you’re at a momentary loss of words, trying to deal with the jolt that shook your being from his last sentence. You’re relieved when he brushes past the silence.

“Circling back to your question about where to visit, I recommend Changdeokgung Palace. The secret garden is beautiful this time of year, and because it underwent restoration through several different historic periods, you can see the fusion, as well as the original elements unique to Korea.”

You pull out your phone and look it up, and are immediately impressed by the sheer size of the palace. “It’s beautiful,” you remark, scrolling through the photos. “Thank you for the recommendation.”

“It’s no problem at all. If you’d like, I can pick you up from the hotel and we can get there a little early to beat the crowd.”

You pause, then look at him quizzically. “Pick me up? Sylus, at any point, did we discuss you coming along with me?”

Unruffled, Sylus recovers smoothly from your question, but you’re sure you saw a flicker of realization in his eyes. “You didn’t. I assumed you wanted the company. I apologize if that wasn’t the case. I can tell you which train to board instead.”

The waiter reappears with your food and Sylus thanks him before tucking in, completely nonchalant, but your insides are squirming, dying to address the elephant in the room. You loved the idea of Sylus accompanying you, but what you couldn’t understand was why he was behaving so naturally, like there was no question of him driving you to Changdeokgung Palace. Was he being friendly? Or had he planned a date on the spot? 

“Food not up to your expectations?” Sylus’s voice cuts through your thoughts as he notices you’ve barely eaten any of it. You bite your lip uncertainly, and just like that, all of his attention was on you. 

“If you’re wondering why I assumed I’d join you… you can just ask.” Heat rushes to your cheeks but there is no point in hiding it now.

“Yeah. That. I’m not mad or anything; but why?”

“Why not?” he quips back. “I’m not doing anything this weekend.”

“That’s beside the point.” Your hands fidget with the napkin you’d laid out on your lap before gathering courage to voice your growing concerns. 

“Sylus…that night was wonderful.”

“Wonderful?” He quirks an eyebrow, accompanied by a devastating smirk of satisfaction, and immediately, all the tension you thought you’d put behind you was back, butterfly wings beating wildly in your gut. “You never actually said anything ‘till now.”

You take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts before continuing. “However, I’m not sure I understand what your intentions are.”

“My intentions?” Sylus lays down his cutlery and gives you an appraising look. “Is it wrong to accompany an attractive woman to a well-known architecture site?”

“No. What I mean is…” You take a moment to sort the words in your head into cogent sentences, and swallow some more soju for help. Feeling a little less on edge, you try to sound logical. “We don’t know each other. I like you as a person, and the other night was…memorable.”

“Memorable and wonderful. You certainly have a lot of compliments for me.” Sylus grins boyishly and it wrecks your heart, the little strings thrumming like a guitar being played. You hedge on, ignoring the pounding that was now echoing in your ears.

“But what I don’t understand is why you’re doing it. Is it because I’m a foreigner in Seoul and you somehow feel responsible for me? Are you attracted to me and are planning dates? Or are you just the friendly, local expat trying to widen his network?”

You hold your breath and wait for an answer, clenching and unclenching your fingers around the napkin as you wait.

Sylus looks taken aback, and crosses his arms. “What if it’s all the above? But especially that I find you attractive and that I was planning a date?”

He says it simply, like it was the most obvious answer.

“Ok that’s a problem.” You drum the table as you mentally wade through his admission. 

“Why, exactly?” Sylus stretches out his long legs under the table. “Is there some sort of line I’m crossing?”

“No, but…” you sigh, trying to explain. “I’m only in Seoul for a month. I wasn’t looking for a date or handsome strangers to visit historic places with me. I…I don’t like starting things that end in disappointment.”

“Oh, so you’ve already decided this will be disappointing.”

“No!” You embarrassingly squeak the word but when you look at Sylus, he’s amused rather than put off. “I just meant…I didn’t come here for romance. Things will inevitably end when I leave.”

Sylus hums thoughtfully, and empties his glass of soju before straightening and leaning forward in his seat. “Kitten. Stop rationalizing everything. I swear I can see the cogs turning underneath that pretty head of hair.” 

You blink, unsure how to respond. Sylus’s voice remains calm and even, lacking any trace of irritation. “Look, far be it from me to tell you how to spend your time in Seoul. However, I’m not saying something has to come from this. Consider it an adventure. Is it really so awful to spend time with someone who’s openly admitted he finds you attractive?”

“Yes it is.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “What if you end up having feelings for me or I get them for you?”

Sylus pauses at the vulnerability in your voice. “Ah. I see. You’re worried about this turning into more.”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around yourself, fingers digging into your elbows. “I don’t want to carry that guilt if you end up having feelings for me. And I don’t want to be in doubt over the what-ifs.”

Sylus nods, acknowledging your feelings. “May I suggest something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Instead of worrying about where this could go, how about we focus on the now? One month, we’ll make the best of your time here. And when you leave, we’ll be nothing more than acquaintances. To paraphrase, what happens in Seoul stays in Seoul.” 

You mull over his words in your head and feel the tightness in your chest loosen. He had made it sound so easy. And truth be told, it was a positive way to look at it. You were on an adventure after all. Why not make the most of it? There were certainly worse ways to spend it than with a handsome, experienced expat. 

“And you’re ok with that?” you ask, needing reassurance. He huffs, clearly finding this adorable, and nods. 

“Yes. It doesn’t need to be more than you need it to be.” 

Feeling like a bag of rocks had been thrown off your shoulders, you give Sylus a bracing smile, but are unprepared when he reaches out pat your cheek, like calming an overwhelmed child.

“How does Saturday sound? 8 A.M?.”  

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Changdeokgung Palace was every bit as beautiful as the photos had described it. Traveling in Sylus’s car was definitely more comfortable than taking the train and you were fortunate enough to see the outer grounds under the peace of the early morning. Birds had perched and chirped as you made your way around  the richly detailed structure tracing the weathered wood and stone as you waited for it to open to the public. The interior was spacious and airy, and the secret garden was worth every syllable of praise it received, with its impressive plants and neatly maintained shrubs. 

The unexpected surprise, though, had happened at the beginning of the trip. Now seated in a teashop as Sylus filled a teacup, you gesture at the richly embroidered hanbok you were wearing.

“When were you going to tell me you had arranged to borrow this?” you ask as he pushed the teacup towards you. 

Dressed in a ruby and gold shaded men’s hanbok and looking as attractive as ever, Sylus puts the teapot back onto its delicate coaster and folds his hands on the table. 

“Wearing a hanbok while visiting a palace is the most authentic way to experience Korea. It doesn’t feel the same when you’re wearing jeans.” He pops a dumpling into his mouth and you sniff the freshly brewed, fragrant tea appreciatively before sipping. 

“But if you had told me, I would have looked into renting one. This feels expensive.” You carefully put the teacup down, wary of getting anything on the hanbok. 

“It was no big deal. I happened to know a designer who owed me a favor. She’s testing a new material and needed a guinea pig, so don’t fret.” 

You weren’t the least bit offended for being a guinea pig at this time. The cloth was soft and flowy, with vivid flower embroidery and hummingbirds flitting about the sleeves. It had come with a matching hairstick, and you’d made a quick bun with it, matching the rest of the crowd that had been visiting the palace. 

“Well tell her it’s beautiful. I feel like royalty.” You place your hand under your chin and strike a regal pose, and Sylus chuckles. 

“How do you intend to spend the rest of your day, your highness?” he asks indulgently and your eyes shine with enthusiasm. 

“I need to go through the hundreds of photos I’ve taken today, and start working on my presentation for Monday. My inspiration is raring to go after everything I saw today.” You glance at the traditional, circular window near your table, and see Changdeokgung Palace in the distance, streams of tourists entering and exiting from its main doors. “Thank you Sylus, for suggesting this place, and for driving me. And for the hanbok.”

Suddenly, you’re shy, feeling like a little girl who had experienced princess treatment for the first time. Everything felt so fresh and new with Sylus, walking the untrodden path so to speak. It was his attention to detail that impressed you. He could have easily chosen to not bother with the hanbok or the teashop, but you’re grateful that he had. It almost felt like a private tour, tailored just to your liking. 

Sylus’s features soften at your thanks, the sharpness melting away into a look of fondness. “You’re very welcome, and as I said, people visiting Seoul often don’t know how to experience it. I’m merely ensuring your time here is well spent.” 

When your eyes dart to his hands on the table, he shakes his head, chuckling. “You’d make a terrible poker player,” he remarks, offering his hand, and you flush instantly. 

“I wasn’t-!” you stutter self-consciously, and his chuckle morphs into a snicker as your insides turn into jello. 

“You were staring. I figured I’d make it easier for you. Although, I don’t understand why you’re being shy now after you spent all morning hanging off my sleeve.” 

“What?” You stare at him perplexedly. “No I didn’t!”

“Sure you did. You didn’t think twice when holding my hand or grabbing onto my sleeve when we were walking around the palace.” 

“I did that so we wouldn’t get separated!” You become engrossed with your teacup, observing the brown liquid inside and wondering if you could drown yourself in it. Heat crept up your neck under his keen gaze, heart beating in your chest like a drum, so loudly, you wonder if he could hear it. Even though more intimate things had happened, bare flesh and sweaty bodies somehow seemed less vulnerable than holding hands in public. 

“Even when we were outside, in the early morning, when no one was around?” Sylus asks slyly, clearly enjoying the way you were squirming under his scrutiny. 

“Yes!” it comes out defensively, and, finally regaining control of his mirth, Sylus nods his head patronizingly. 

“Of course. Kittens get lost quite easily, especially in large open spaces. You were following your natural instincts.” 

That did it. The icing on the cake. Your cheeks were so rosy you felt like you’d burst into flame, and feeling a small stab of pity, Sylus relents, taking your hand in his and resting it on the tabletop. You sneak a peek and notice Sylus is looking out the window, realizing he’s giving you a moment to gather yourself. Taking a deep breath, you relax, curling your fingers around his, feeling the warmth of his palm against your skin. 

The charged atmosphere between you two calms down, and when you finally make eye contact, it’s without that embarrassing feeling of being x-rayed down to your bones. 

“For the future, you don’t have to ask,” Sylus says softly, and you feel ridiculous at having made such a fuss over something so trivial. But then again, if you had done this with someone else, there would have been a discussion about why you’d been holding their hand. Sylus didn’t take things beyond their present meaning. If it made you comfortable, you could hold his hand, and he would accept that without any further questions. 

“Right,” you murmur, feeling abashed at your behavior. “I’m sorry.” It falls from your lips like a reflex, and Sylus squeezes your hand consolingly. 

“There’s no need. Next time, just take it. I promise I won’t bite.” He raises his hand to catch the attention of the waiter for the check.  As he pays, you recognize that familiar feeling of need building inside your stomach, the delicate little throb that seemed to start behind your bellybutton and ease its way downwards into your sex. Was this because of the handholding, or from the overall romance of today? 

As Sylus prepares to stand, you take a bold step. 

“Sylus?”

His garnet eyes focus on your face. “Hmm?”

“Would you…like to come up? When we reach my hotel?”

There it was again; that look of brief surprise followed by delight, like you had done something unexpected. 

“I’d love to, kitten.” 

The drive back was filled with a different kind of tension than the one at the table. Sylus navigated the roads with ease, one hand resting on your knee, almost like a protective gesture. Even more so was that you didn’t mind it there. You weren’t on the lookout for it to start creeping higher up your thigh, or wondering when you should push it off. No, it remained there, hardly moving, save for the occasional drumming of his fingers on your kneecap, which made you drowsy, courtesy of the early morning you’d had.

“Are you tired?” Sylus asks. “Would you like a rain check on me coming up?”

That rouses you and you shake your head no. You knew you didn’t want to postpone this, not when you had been thinking about it in the background all week. Not when you had finally started to become less inhibited with your wants. 

“We’re not too far away.” He gives your knee a gentle squeeze, and your eyes open fully, currents of heat flowing through your body at the contact. The remainder of the journey whets your appetite even more and by the time you reach your hotel, your nerves are jangling with anticipation as you remembered the last time. 

But Sylus calmly holds you against his side this time, his arm languidly draped around your shoulders as the elevator ascended. When you get to your room, you turn in his arms, but instead of the raw desire you’d expected, Sylus kisses you patiently, his fingers combing through your hair as he seats you onto the bed. He removes your earrings, massaging the lobes and sending pleasant shivers through you before he lightly nips at the tender flesh. 

Next came the hanbok, as he unfastened the ties and buttons one by one, the act so tender that almost felt too much. His lips caress the back of your neck as he helps you out of it, draping the garment with care over the sofa. His final act was the hairstick, carefully unwinding it out of your hair and letting your locks slide free. His eyes seemed to glow as he feasted on your skin before unhurriedly undressing himself.

By the time he slips into you're swollen and wet, unable to think about anything else, your sighs mingling with the balmy air as your bodies entwine and flood your system with pleasure.

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You’re amazed at the changes you saw in yourself over the duration of your stay. The visit to Changdeokgung Palace had pushed your abilities into ultrasonic mode, and you were putting out ideas that pleased the Korean investors immensely. Additionally, you were now more outspoken, standing firm on suggestions you knew would be beneficial than doubting yourself. Your boss had praised you for all the initiative you’d taken during your stay, reviewing the additions to the portfolios and greenlighting all the proposals you had brought forth. 

Perhaps Seoul was the kind of break you had needed in order to reinvent yourself. You weren’t really different, but you knew you weren’t the same. In the blink of an eye, you had already spent 3 weeks here, and were captivated by the city’s charms. 

You worked during the mornings and the evenings were spent with Sylus. It was unbelievable how a stranger had become the thing you looked forward to the most at the end of the day. He’d taken you to all the best restaurants, booked tickets at a moment’s notice (thanks to all the contacts he’d racked up over the years), and patiently snapped photos for you at all the tourist attractions. 

You finally had the privilege of visiting his residence (a rented penthouse not too far away from the hotel), and had spent a lovely time playing with his record collection, helping him cook, and entertaining each other with stories about your lives and hopes for the future. Sylus had said he’s not sure where he wanted to go next, but he was positive he wasn’t staying in Seoul forever. He was too accustomed to a nomadic lifestyle to put down roots anywhere, and though it made you melancholic whenever he said that, you always reminded yourself that he hadn’t lied about who he was. 

Wasn’t that the reason you’d set that boundary at the restaurant? Whatever happened in Seoul, stayed in Seoul. But you find yourself thinking about him during the day, sending him photos of stray cats and what you had for breakfast that day. And Sylus would reply to each of them, not immediately, but when he found the time to do so. You wondered how it would be when you returned back home. Perhaps you’d send a text in the morning and Sylus would reply whenever, because you know the man didn’t have a set sleep schedule; he worked when he felt like it, slept when he felt like it, and all the time in between was his. 

And who knew? Perhaps he might meet someone after you left and then…Your stomach would knot uncomfortably when these sorts of thoughts came into your head and you firmly booted them out when they did. You had no right to be upset over things like that, especially when you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle anything more than what you already had.

So you allowed yourself to soak up all the moments you could with him, not missing any opportunity to spend time with him, even if it was for mundane tasks like grocery shopping, or tagging along with him when he met clients for work. You tried to convince yourself it was a networking excuse, but you could see Sylus didn’t quite buy it when you told him the same thing. 

Now with less than 10 days left, you found yourself dreading the inevitable; that you would leave, and Sylus would become a memory, a happy remembrance of your past. 

“Kitten.” Sylus flicks your forehead and you come out of your reverie, glaring at him as you rub your forehead.

“What?” you ask annoyedly. “I was listening, there was no need for that.”

“Were you though? You were distracted all throughout dinner.” 

You ignore his observation, even though it was true. You had definitely been unfocused tonight, head muddled with reports, and the coiling reality that you would have to say bye to Sylus soon. 

“You’re imagining things.” You wrap your fingers around his arm as you wait for the crosswalk to change lights. You hadn’t been to this part of town yet, and bright neon signs flashed everywhere as you followed Sylus to the dessert shop he’d been talking about for the past few days. You tried to keep track of them, reading them as you passed. 

Cafes, bookstores, clothing boutiques, a sex shop…wait what?

You halt in your tracks, and the tug on Sylus’s arm stops him as well. Following your gaze, he sees the blinking sign that boasted a pair of handcuffs and a lacy bra. He grins. 

“Do you want to go in?” he asks your nervous self. 

“I’ve never…seen one before,” you admit, laughing self-consciously. 

Sylus leans towards your ear, purring persuasively. “Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. Come on kitten. You’re on an adventure. Are you sure you don’t want to look?” 

You moisten your lips, heart pounding at the idea. “Won’t we be late for dessert?”

“The shop stays open pretty late. Besides, I think we’re about to discover something sweeter, don’t you think?” He steps towards the shop, and you have no choice but to follow him.

You weren’t unaware of toys and other paraphernalia relating to these practices, but you had never thought about buying something for yourself. Rows and displays of unique items were categorized throughout the shop and you found yourself browsing, and subconsciously imagining what these toys may feel like. 

“Anything pique your interest?” Sylus asks, and you let go of him to wander over to a row of handcuffs, ranging from cute ones with fluff to professional black leather sets. 

“Oh, have you been dreaming of being tied up and at another’s mercy?” Sylus’s deep voice flows into your ears like silk on skin. 

Mouth dry and your tongue clumsy, you force yourself to look at him and admit the dirty little fantasy you’d harbored for years but hadn’t dared say out loud to anyone. 

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to try handcuffs. And…” you falter, a thrill running through you at the idea of spilling the beans. 

“And?” Sylus prompts, waiting. “There’s no shame in having a kink or two, kitten.”

You swallow. “I wondered how clamps would feel.” Your face burns after saying it out loud, but Sylus’s eyes glitter with interest. 

“I see. Then…do you trust me to pick something for you?” he asks and you nod, firecrackers exploding in your stomach as he turns away to peruse the shelves. After paying for the items, you walk out, feeling like you were doing something indecent by carrying all this around in a plastic bag. The dessert shop was a few blocks away and Sylus quickly orders a few things to go. 

The train ride back felt like forever, your pulse leaping erratically each time Sylus’s body brushed against yours, the impulse to kiss him senseless right here mounting with every passing second.

When you reach the hotel, Sylus puts away the desserts in the minifridge, and takes out the toys from the bag, along with an antibacterial cleaner he’d purchased as well. He breaks the packaging and cleans them up in the bathroom as you wait, a throbbing ache forming between your legs. 

He returns, placing the toys on the bedside table and pulls you into his arms, soothingly stroking your back. A mixture of excitement, anticipation, and pure, unadulterated lust comes alive under your skin, filling the space in between your bodies as Sylus tips your head back for a kiss, his tongue coaxing your lips open and possessively laying claim. 

You yield, body turning soft and pliant against his even as darker desires blossomed in the pit of your stomach. His hand brushes back your hair, and when he breaks the kiss, he’s a little unsteady as he cups your face.

“Kitten, you need to tell me if it’s too much, or hurts in a bad way. Remember the word red, ok?” He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ll stop immediately.”

“Red.” You nod and Sylus pushes you onto your back, his powerful body covering yours. His hands slip off your blouse, eyes darkening at the edges as he reaches behind you to snap the catch of your bra. The garment slithers off you and he carelessly lets them fall to the floor. 

The ache between your legs was now almost uncomfortable, nipples hard and perked under his observant gaze, eagerly awaiting to see what he had in store. He palms your breasts, kneading the soft mounds, enjoying the flush that creeps into your skin as you bite your lip to suppress the moan of longing that wells up from your throat. 

He tweaks and tugs, his mouth trailing down the column of your neck and leaving wet kisses in his wake, pleased when you tremble and anchor your hands against his back in need, nails digging into his skin. He nips your collarbone, the frantic tattoo of your heart audible inside your chest as he licks the valley between your breasts, his fingers unrelenting in their sweet torture of your sensitive buds. 

One large hand closes on both of yours and holds them above your head, and he sees the submission clouding your eyes, the transition clear as crystal, basic instincts winning over rationality. The defenseless and trusting way you lay beneath him was intoxicating, filling him with the desire to wreck you until the only name you remembered was his. 

Reaching towards the nightstand, he takes the handcuffs, soft and padded on the inner rims, and secures your wrists, the quiet click echoing in your ears. Truly helpless now, you couldn’t do anything except lay there in suspense as he strokes down your body, tracing lines all over your limbs and your belly which quivers under his tickling. 

Your muscles are tense under his tender ministrations, and you can’t stop the little whimpers that keep escaping your throat, his little songbird, content to play whatever tune he wants. When he finally closes his mouth over your nipple, you arch. The handcuffs clink above you as he feeds the growing ecstasy taking over your body. 

“Sylus…” you whine his name as his teeth scrape the edge of your bud, just enough to send a zing of pain through your breast. He glances up at you as he suckles, his eyes glowing with primal desire, and your breath catches in your throat. You’d never been looked at like that before, not with such ravenous eyes that looked like they were savoring every inch of skin you could offer, laid out like a buffet for his gratification. 

He finally releases you and your breasts are heavy and swollen, pulsing with raw want. He runs the pads of his fingers over them and you suck in a breath at the sensitivity.

“Perfect,” Sylus rasps before taking the object of your fantasies off the nightstand.

You feel your core clench hotly at the sight of the clamps. Sylus deftly loosens the screws on one, and runs the rubber tipped arm across your nipples, a teasing sample of what was to come. 

“What do you say if it hurts?”

His question catches you off guard, and you blink, trying to remember through the haze in your brain. 

“Red.” You manage to whisper and he growls, low and feral in his throat.

“Good. This will pinch. But it shouldn’t be unbearable.” 

You train your eyes to the ceiling, too shy to watch what is happening, then gasp as you feel the clamp close over your nipple, blood rushing into the pinched flesh as Sylus repeats the motion on its twin. 

Your clit reacts immediately, pulsing hotly under what felt like too many layers of clothes. Your hands uselessly grab the headboard as you try to ground yourself from the persistent pressure of the clamps. 

“Oh kitten, if you could see yourself right now.” Sylus kisses your bellybutton, dipping his tongue into the crevice and chuckling when your hips buck in reaction, moaning when the motion causes the clamps to shake, tugging on your nipples delightfully. “All laid out bare and sweet for me to sample and taste. And knowing you did this willingly…that’s the cherry on top.”

His hands move to your jeans, unzipping them and dragging them down your legs with care. Your panties are stained, a wet patch of moisture visible on the gusset. You blush and look away as Sylus presses his nose into it, inhaling deeply.

“You smell delicious.” His voice is a sinful purr as he rubs circles into your hipbones, pushing your legs apart with his shoulders. A soft noise leaves your lips as he removes the final piece of clothing and you’re left bare and exposed. 

Sylus parts your sex with his fingers, licking a long stripe along your slit, and a strangled cry spills from your mouth, arms pulling the handcuffs taut, your chest rapidly rising and falling from the burst of euphoria. The clamps sway as you pant, trying and failing to keep still, each movement only pushing you closer to the edge. His tongue finally laves your clit, the swollen little nub throbbing and radiating heat as he takes his time teasing and building up a promising expectation. 

Your voice keens and you involuntarily thrash, knees clamping around his head, only for him to hold them apart, fingers indenting into the plush flesh of your thighs to hold you in place. Your eyes squeeze closed as you desperately try to focus on the coil that was winding tighter and tighter in your stomach. 

Daring to look down, your heart skips a beat as you see Sylus looking straight back at you and it was unbearably intimate. With a snap of heat, you climax, body arching off the bed as dizzying prismatic colors pop behind your eyes. Sweat mists on your body as Sylus guides you through the confusing blur of feelings that knotted together under his precise touch. 

When you finally float back to earth, Sylus is removing the clamps and massaging your breasts to restore the circulation. You wince as he removes them from the delicate flesh, soothing them with his hands.

“Are you ok?” he asks and you nod your head, then expectantly wait for him to unlock the handcuffs. Seeing your look, Sylus smirks and shakes his head.

“I think we’ll leave those on a little longer.” He undresses and covers your body with his, his erection grazing your thigh as he kisses you deeply, until you feel like you could drown. He breaks the kiss to dip into the nightstand and rip off another condom.

“I love it when you can’t run away from me.” He moves in between your legs, positioning you to hook your ankles over his shoulders as he notches into your moist entrance. “You finally learned how to relinquish control…good girl.”

He pushes and you split apart around him, the stretch making you see stars, the position driving him deeper than you’d ever felt him. The breath tears from your throat as your mind fragments, each thrust only pushing you into the abyss. Your fingers clench and unclench, nails digging into your palm as Sylus fills the empty space, the wet schlick of his movements filling the room as he paces himself. Your walls clench around him, sucking him in deeper until you feel him angling himself to brush against your gspot, little spots of light filling your vision with each delicious stroke. 

“Kitten.” 

You whimper as he folds your knees and brings them to your chest, bundling you as he continues those long, torturous strokes. He groans at the sight of you, flushed, hair fanning out on the pillow as you yield to him, lost in the shared experience of lust. 

“You take me so well…Such a…good kitten…” he grits his teeth as tingles start at the base of his spine, creeping upwards as he chases his high. “You look so pretty like this…” He huffs and leans forward to kiss you again as his movements grow sloppy, hips stuttering as he buries himself into your warmth, spasming as he reaches climax. 

He stills, and after a few minutes of heated silence, he undoes the handcuffs, panting from the exertion. You don’t remember how you got the energy to get out of bed, but you’d clung to him as you showered, before he laid you onto cool sheets and pulled you to his side, soothing you to sleep.

When he was sure you’d drifted off, Sylus kissed your temple, watching you as you slept. Knowing you couldn’t hear him, he whispers, “I’ll miss you kitten. I wish it wasn’t like this.”

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Your last few days in Seoul were thankfully calm. With the Korean investors satisfied, there was little for you to do except bask in the pleasures that you wouldn’t be able to access so easily back home. 

Sylus had accompanied you to a hair spa one day, where both of you had lain down on massage tables while experienced aestheticians had taken notes about your hair and scalp, then washed and massaged you, melting away your troubles. And though Sylus’s control was great, even he was no match for the aesthetician’s skilled hands, letting out little groans of joy as she massaged his scalp; you had giggled quietly at the noise, tucking it away in the little box of your heart, a priceless, precious keepsake that only you possessed. 

Another day, Sylus had taken you up the winding slopes of Bukhansan on his motorcycle with you clinging to his waist as he confidently navigated the inclined paths, breathless at the scenery, snuggling into his side as you watched the sunrise after you’d made it to the top. You kissed him as often as you could, unapologetically. 

And in those rare moments when you weren’t in his company, when you were packing your suitcase, tracking down items that had scattered all over the hotel room that had become your home, when he had fallen asleep next to you when you were still awake, you allowed yourself to admit the hard truth.

You were in love.

It was the most inopportune set of circumstances. Sylus had told you countless times he never wanted to settle in one place, build up roots, and remain content with domestic life. And it was the exact opposite for you. Despite being your freest self right now, there was still a part of you that yearned for home comforts; the knowledge of knowing which step creaked on the staircase, or which kitchen drawer stuck when it was being opened, or the secret stash where you kept extra bandaids and candy. 

It was that fundamental difference that sometimes brought you to tears. Sylus was perfect in every way, except on the one principle that mattered most – that you wanted a home. And why should he change for you, anyway? He had been doing this most of his life, and you almost felt like an impolite intruder for wanting to ask him if he would change his mind. After all, he hadn’t asked you to stay in Seoul, nor had he suggested you change your way of thinking. If he understood you enough to not demand this of you, then what grounds did you have to ask that of him?  

So you’d swallowed your questions and allowed yourself to indulge, and to be spoiled by him. You’d taken so many random photos of him that your camera reel was now full of his face. 

“I promise I won’t look different within a few hours kitten” he’d teased you when he saw them, and you’d snatched your phone back, muttering something about invading people’s privacy. 

On your last night, Sylus had taken you to dinner at Bicena, a Michelin-star restaurant which had a months-long waiting list. His only response to your question about how he’d gotten the reservation was a cryptic, “I know a guy.”

High above Seoul you’d watched the sun set, the little twinkling lights so far below crowning the fair city like jewels. He’d taken you in his lap as you sipped champagne, looking out of the ceiling-to-floor window, and you were painfully reminded of how this was the same thing you’d been drinking when you first met him. Life seemed to love bringing things to end in a full circle.  

You sigh and curl up against him, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat, his hands adjusting on your waist to hold you more securely in place. 

“Are you looking forward to going home?” he asks, his breath ruffling your hair. 

You nearly said no. You almost let everything you’d been mulling over in your mind spill out of your mouth. You almost said you love him. 

But instead, you swallow, and nod. “I will miss Seoul. But home is where the heart is.”

He kisses your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut, chest tightening at the knowledge that tomorrow, you’d be on a flight back home, and you’d never wake up to Sylus’s face again. 

“Is it only Seoul you’ll miss?” he asks, and a heavy silence falls between both of you. You blink, thankful your face is hidden in his neck, before responding.

“I’ll miss you too.” It was all you could manage to say. Your throat was already closing in on itself, a lump forming in it. Your voice wavers, and you sniffle. 

“Sylus…Seoul was the most amazing thing that’s happened to me. And I’m glad I met you. You…you…” your words are choked in your chest, and Sylus shushes you, his index creeping up the side of your face to press against your lips.

“Don’t say it if it hurts, kitten. I know.”

“You know?” you turn away from the window, inhaling the smell of his skin, trying to soak up the heat of his body. 

“I do.” He cradles the back of your head tenderly.

“Red,” you whisper against his neck. 

Overwhelming, too much. 

“It’s red?” he affirms, and you nod; he hums, embracing you tighter.

Red like his eyes, red like all the sunrises and sunsets you’ve witnessed, red like the blood running through your quietly breaking heart.

“I can’t stop what you’re feeling, kitten.” He squeezes you against his chest and you take a fortifying gulp of air. “Trust me, if I could, I would.” 

Your tears blur the blinding lights of the city that had given you so much. Sylus waits until you stop crying, discreetly offering you a napkin and you dry your tears as best as you can. 

Your hotel room was pristine now; all your belongings were packed, the suitcases neatly lined up near the door. 

And you made love for the last time. You touched every line on his palms, kissed the little crows feet at the corners of his eyes, memorizing every last feature of his body as he kissed away your tears, refusing to stop even when your muscles ached, to have him imprinted on you in any lasting way possible. 

Sylus wakes you up the next morning with a kiss, and although you were still heavy with melancholy, your mind was clear. You’d gotten ready, and said goodbye to the room. 

“This is for you by the way,” Sylus says after your baggage had been put away in his car. He hands you a large gift bag. “Something to remember me by.”

“You didn’t have to,” you say as you accept the bag, feeling touched. But then again, it was a very Sylus thing to do. 

He caresses your face, then kisses you softly on the lips.”Don’t be a stranger after going home.”

You manage to laugh. “I promise.”

The ride to the airport was filled with reminiscence, and talks about the future. Sylus briefly mentioned something about a stint he’d found that put him a little closer to your time zone and you’d encouraged him to pursue it. 

He’d helped you with your suitcases, and given you a final hug. He cups your face tenderly, resting his forehead against yours, and you savored these last few moments. 

“Thank you Sylus. For everything.”

I love you.

“No, thank you, kitten. Seoul was the closest thing I’ve experienced to having a home, because of you.”

Your heart clenches as he lets go, pushing back a stray strand of your hair. 

“Don’t make yourself late, kitten. I promise not to ghost you once you walk through those doors.” 

You nod, gather your belongings and walk to the revolving doors. You glance back over your shoulder, and within a blink, he’s gone as you enter the airport. 

Security went smoothly and after getting to the gate, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you finally open the gift bag to find a large box tied with a satin ribbon. You carefully lift the lid, then bring a hand to your mouth as you see the hanbok you’d worn at Changdeokgung Palace. The little card inside was written in Sylus’s loopy, slanted script. 

Hummingbirds may migrate, but that doesn’t mean the flowers lose their sweetness. They remember each bloom’s unique nectar even as the seasons change. Likewise, the bouquet of memories we have will never lose their taste. Distance can’t make them wither, and I will never forget. 

“Oh Sylus…” you whisper, tears falling onto the note. You press your fingers to your eyes to stem them, but it’s impossible, and you allow yourself to succumb as your heart breaks open and pours out your laments. 

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You arrive home, and it’s like you’ve never left. Your best friend had been house sitting, so the place is clean, and she had been thoughtful enough to leave takeout for you on the kitchen counter. 

Exhausted, you eat, shower, and sleep. Your bed was familiar and warm, but you can’t stop remembering how it felt to fall asleep on Sylus’s chest, wrapped up in his scent. 

You’re not sure how long you slept, but you’re woken by your loud ringtone. Groggily, you reach for it and connect the call without opening your eyes.

“Hello?”

“Kitten?”

You jolt awake, rubbing your gritty eyes. 

“Hi.” You’re not sure why you sound breathless.

“How was the flight? Are you home?”

“Yeah. It was great. Everything was great. I’m home now.”

It doesn’t feel like home without you.

“Remember that potential contract I was planning on taking?”

“Yes! So, how much closer to my time zone are you now?”

“Hm…a 0 hour difference.”

“Huh?” Stumped, you rack your brain for far too long wondering which time zone that was until it hits you. 

“You…you’re transferring to my hometown?”

“Took you long enough,” he teases and you tsk impatiently.

“But why?”

There’s a pause before Sylus continues. 

“Kitten…I can make a home anywhere. But now…it appears I have a condition.”

“A condition?” your heart hammers in your throat as you wait for him to finish.

“Yes. I need you to be there.” He says it openly. “Unless…you’d rather I don’t?”

Stunned, you laugh incredulously, shaking your head. 

“Yes!” Enthusiasm floods your voice, your happiness unbridled and tumbling from your mouth like a waterfall. “Are you serious?”

“Very much so. I take it…you’re pleased about this?”

“Pleased? Oh my god Sylus!” Tears of joy slide down your cheeks and finally, finally, you say the words you had been hiding.

“I love you!”

Now it’s his turn to be stunned into silence, but you hear the little note of delight in his otherwise calm voice. “What a coincidence. Now I don’t have to feel foolish for saying the same thing.” He sighs, the noise sounding content.

“I love you too.”

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Sylus reaches out to fix the hood of your cloak, his finger lingering on your cheek as he looks at you longingly. It was too long. Damn the gods, damn himself for agreeing so readily to send you back to your mother like this...

"Sylus." You say his name quietly, turning to plant a kiss on his palm. Your small fingers cover his, heart tightening in your chest. 6 months...it was only 6 months. But even so it was 6 months without him.

All the pathetic concerns raised by your cousins, your friends, the green woodland creatures was nonsensical ringing in your ears.

"You must be thankful for the sunlight milady! Breathe in the fresh air our lovely flower! After suffocating in the underworld, you must be relieved to finally be above ground!"

The fools. No one really knew you at all. Because if they did, they would know you weren't suffocating but blooming with your husband in his underworld kingdom. You became his equal, the one who made flowers bloom in the dark and gloom.

Hades of Death, The Lord of Darkness, the Ghoul of the Underworld....

They lay offerings at his shrine in reverence but only you knew how merciful and gentle your husband was.

His ruby eyes glitter with unshed emotion as he leads you to the portal that would take you away. You pulls you close for a last kiss, the quiet echo of your sigh nearly making him go back on his word. Your mother didn't need you. He did.

Lady Persephone, The Queen of the Night, Sovereign of the Dead...

None of them even knew your name. It was an intimate secret, a joy of syllables that fell from his tongue whenever he called you.

"Until the next winter, my love," he whispers, nuzzling your hair, memorizing the sweet smell of your shampoo as you bury your face into his chest.

"I'll write." You console him, memorizing every line on his face, drinking in how magnificently beautiful he was. "Good thing Mephisto can travel between realms."

He chuckles dryly at that. Beyond his world of death, decay, and despair, he can almost smell the sleeping blossoms awaiting your return, eager to wake from the harshness of the winter.

"Go do your duty, goddess." He kisses your forehead, and you blink back tears.

"The underworld will await your return."

With a final kiss to his lips, you turn away. You knew if you didn't do it now you would remain here forever, while the living world remained trapped under the snow. Sylus watches you go with a heavy heart.

While you heralded the springtime somewhere else, his kingdom now fell into winter, withering away with the absence of its queen.

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A Tight Spot

Warnings: MDNI, pegging, piv sex, voyeurism, slightly subby Sylus A/n: I know in my rules I said I don't write butt stuff, but (no pun intended) I'm coming around to the idea of prostate massage for men.

Sylus was not in the habit of hiding things from you. However, he had his own secrets, things that he felt made him vulnerable, or he wasn’t sure you’d understand.

One of those things was his ultimate, private kink; pegging. He’d tried it once by himself after reading about prostate massage but the unbelievable pleasure it had brought him blew his mind. The intensity, the absolute delight of getting an orgasm from a prostate massage had opened up new realms for him. Of course, Sylus was kinky and he loved having sex with you, but this particular bit of information embarrassed him, and he’d never dared bring it up for fear that you might judge him. 

Which is why he only indulges in this pleasure when he is alone. The mansion was empty, having sent all his henchmen home for the day, and you were heading back to Linkon City. Sylus lays on his bed, naked, remembering the way your body felt against his, the flushed heat and soft sway of your tits as you rode him, the sound of your sweet moans in his ear. His back still carried the lines scratched by your nails as you’d held onto him in the throes of ecstasy. He missed having you in his bed. Sylus firmly grips his cock, pumping his hard flesh, gritting his teeth, little growls leaving his throat as he pleasured himself.

He imagines you kneeling in between his legs, your face looking so innocent before you opened that wicked mouth and slurped him in, your tongue dipping right into his slit, making him pathetically dribble copious amounts of precum that you licked off with enthusiasm. The memory of your small hand as you squeezed his base, followed by the wet noises of his skin being suctioned by your lips was enough to almost drive him to the edge.

Sylus stops, panting, his eyes wild, blood rushing through his veins as he tries to regain control of his breathing. He knew what would take this fantasy from amazing to out-of-this-world. His tip was weeping, and he thumbs at the milky beads forming on the tip before going on all fours. His hand creeps behind his balls and he knuckles down on his perineum, feeling the faint vestiges of pressure on the little gland hidden away under his skin. He lets out a moan, flexing his buttocks, clenching and unclenching his asshole.  He feels his body starting to tingle with need, the kind that builds up when you’ve been teasing yourself for too long. 

He reaches into his nightstand, digging through the various toys that had been used over this weekend, and finds a slim, black, silicone dildo, the one he’d personally tested amongst many for his backdoor pleasure. A similar one but in red rested in the drawer as well; he was careful to never mix these two up. The red one was yours, and he’d never risk your health by selfishly using the dildo meant for your pussy for himself. He trickles a generous amount of lube on his dildo, before sticking the suction cup base to his headboard and gently backing onto it. He breathes in and out slowly, allowing the muscles to relax, then teases his tight, puckered hole with the tip, groaning as it passes through his tight ring of muscles, filling him up so deliciously. 

Sylus wonders if this is how your pussy feels during penetrative sex and the thought has him clenching, drawing the soft silicone deeper inside of him. He hopes it felt as good for you as this was for him. His cock stands proudly erect, the sensitive head brushing against the sheets as he continues backing onto the toy until he feels it press against a sensitive patch of elastic muscle and he lets out a pathetic moan. His hips arch, angling the tip of the toy until he’s able to glide comfortably, feeling the slick dildo massaging his inner walls, stimulating him beyond belief. 

His eyes close as he sets up his rhythm, each exquisite push against his prostate bringing pops of color behind his closed lids. Sweat slickens his skin as he builds up the pleasurable tension, grounding his hands and knees into the soft mattress to keep up his speed and arousal. Taking a deep breath, he pushes back further and feels like his eyes might roll into the back of his head as the toy bottoms out inside his hole, sitting right against the pulsing gland that threatened to shoot his load out. It never failed to amaze him how quickly his orgasm could form with this particular act, and the tantalizing dance of keeping himself on the edge was an intoxicating rush.

A low, gravelly, purr leaves his throat as he thrusts shallowly, letting himself be massaged so intimately at that sweet spot that he’d been oblivious to for so many years. He wondered how long he’d last this time; he had a reasonable period to himself now that no one was home, and he intended to tease himself into a mess, just to test how much his willpower could be stretched.

 He rides the dildo slowly, his hips rolling smoothly, feeling his back muscles coordinate and his ass grip the dildo in sweet ecstasy. As Sylus’s pace picks up, lewd squelching noises fill the room as he gives in to his urges. He can feel the tension building in his balls, in his belly, his hard abs quivering as the heat starts to gather in his gut. Sweat forms on his forehead, his cock twitching as he humps leaking precum all over the sheets. He can see the stains and bites his lip, feeling the way the sensation grows and ripples through him.

The next second is a blur of motion. As he’s in the blissful throes of his own passion, he hears his bedroom door opening and his name being called. His eyes fly open and he splutters in shock as you enter, losing his rhythm and almost slamming the dildo in haste. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight before you. Your big, intimidating, boyfriend, bared on all fours, with a dildo in his ass was not something you were expecting to see. Sylus scrambles off the toy, his breathing heavy and unsteady, his face burning red as he tries to cover himself.

He’d never been caught in such a compromising situation, the feeling of being vulnerable alien to him, feeling shame burn through him. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. “What-what are you doing here?” He manages to ask after a long moment of silence. 

You don’t move from your position near the door and Sylus keeps his eyes downcast. After a gap, you start to speak. “Luke and Kieran almost got me to the border but there was a really bad sandstorm. It could have taken hours for it to die down. So they brought me back here.”

“Luke and Kieran?” Sylus’s head whips up in alarm, ruby eyes widening in panic and you quickly approach him on the bed.

“They dropped me off here and went back to their place. It’s ok. It’s just me.”

Relief floods his features only to be immediately drowned by embarrassment and he averts his gaze. You see the tension in his shoulders and how fidgety and nervous he is, making you feel strange. This wasn’t your boyfriend, the confident and ruthless leader of the N109 zone that you had gotten to know. Unsure how to proceed, you gently cup his cheek. His glances briefly at you and you realize he’s waiting for you to pass judgment. Your heart squeezes to see him like this.

“Sylus. Do you mind telling me what you were doing?” Your voice is soft and you kneel on the bed so that you can thread your fingers through his hair. Your touch soothes his racing heart but he’s still anxious. His voice is low as he starts to admit his actions.

“I like being pegged.” His voice sounds ashamed. 

“Isn’t that a kink?” You haven’t moved, staying close to his quivering body. 

“It’s not one that I think most men would admit to having.” You gnaw at your lip, trying to remember something, anything, that would ease his tension. 

“But…isn’t pegging the only way to stimulate the prostate? That’s a thing right? Prostate massage?” You slowly draw him closer to you so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands dip down from his hair to stroke his back and you feel him shiver.

“Yeah. It is.”

“And…it feels good right?” You probe further, trying to get him to talk. 

Sylus takes a deep breath before answering. “Yeah. It does.”

“Well, if it’s not hurting anyone and you like it, why are you so scared right now?” Sylus feels some of the discomfort in his chest release as your words wash over him. After a beat, you ask him a question.

“Why haven’t you shared this with me?” There’s no blame in your voice, just a general curiosity.

Sylus swallows, then rests his cheek on top of your hair, drawing comfort from you. “I don’t know. It’s not a norm. It’s frowned upon. Joked about. I just didn’t know how you’d react to it.”

You huff then grasp his chin and make him look at you. “Sylus, do you know how ironic it is that you made me share all the kinks that I’ve fantasized about and you’ve done them all only to hide this from me?” 

“So you-you don’t find this weird?”

“I think it’s hot when you’re being pleasured. Isn’t that that a good enough answer?” 

Sylus processes what’s been said to him and you take advantage of his distraction to push him down on the mattress, his large frame falling on it with a thump before you lay down next to him. You reassuringly cuddle his body, pressing into him and nuzzling his neck. 

“You looked like you were on the edge of a pretty good orgasm there. Before I came in that is.” 

Sylus clears his throat, traces of a blush lingering on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah, I was.” You trace your fingers down his chest.

“Would you be comfortable to do that again? With me in the room?” You ask the question carefully trying not to crowd him. Sylus finally looks at you in the face. His expression still looked guarded with a tinge of disbelief.

“You-you want to watch me?” Even as he says the words, he feels a surge of arousal. It was touching, almost intimate that you wanted to be a part of this. 

You bite your lip. “You looked really sexy there for a minute. All hot and moaning. I liked it.”

Sylus huffs, trying to regain his composure but your reaction to the whole situation was calming him down. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Your hands busy themselves on his thighs, squeezing and hard sinew, and you see his eyes softening as he realizes he can trust you with this. It pulls at you and you raise your head to kiss him, enjoying their warmth. 

His hands are working deftly to pull off your clothes, his cock hardening again at the prospect of what was to come. You, watching him, pleasuring himself, and it turned you on. There was no mistaking that little lip nibble you had done. The knowledge that he could share this vulnerability was filling him with a different kind of pleasure. 

Once he’s freed you from your clothes, he palms your breasts, groaning as your hands find his cock, pumping him enticingly. After his interrupted orgasm, the whole organ pulses, heat and sexual need filling him. He doesn’t hold back with his bites, leaving bruises on your soft skin as he touches you fervently.

Soft sighs leave your lips as you play with his cock, and you’re eager to see his demonstration on the dildo, needed to hear him make those noises of ecstasy again. “What do you need me to do?” You ask, still pumping his hard flesh. 

Sylus’s eyes are half closed, clearly enjoying your ministrations. He hesitates but asks, “Do you mind squeezing my cheeks?”

Understanding, your hands sensually leave his cock and instead, start to massage the soft rounded flesh of his rear, and he hums at your touch. You feel the muscles contracting and relaxing under your fingers and Sylus was syncing his breaths to the action. He glances over at his headboard, and you can see the dildo is still there, held in place by the broad suction cup base.

“Needs more lube,” he observes, and you squeeze his ass once more before reaching over to grab the bottle from the nightstand and hand it to him. You take note of how much he applies to the toy for future use and he begins to back himself up against it. He looks at you again, unsure. 

“What is it?” You lean up to cup his face, peppering kisses all over it. 

“I’ve…always fantasized about…someone holding me open as I…get penetrated.” He admits shyly and you feel flattered that he had opened up and asked. You move towards his legs and with care, part his cheeks, seeing his opening fluttering, similar to how your pussy would when it needed to be filled.

You watch in fascination as Sylus continues to back onto the dildo and your heart leaps as he makes contact, and watch, wide-eyed, as it starts to disappear into his hole. There’s a rush of arousal, at how hot the sight was, but you remain quiet, the room filling with Sylus’s contained moans as he pushes himself onto the toy.

“Oh Sylus…the view is so sexy.” You encourage him as he pauses in his penetration, panting. 

“Yeah?” He looks at you over his shoulder, and you nod. Your hands slowly release his cheeks which jiggle slightly as they fall back into place. Then he starts to move.

The noises that leave him drive you wild. You’ve heard him while having good sex but nothing compared to this; the way his hips started to buck in abandon, the husky, desperate way he moans as he fucks himself. Not wanting to miss a second, you quickly scramble back to his face, his expression sending a spear of pure lust straight into your core.

His ruby eyes are wide with delight, mouth hanging open in an O as he rides to climax. His gaze fixates on you and you see the flush that stains his skin and know he’s just as turned on by you, by the fact that you’re watching him so admiringly. You squeeze your breasts, teasing your nipples as you try to stimulate yourself with him, rubbing your clit in time to his thrusts, watching the way his weeping cock drags along the sheets with each thrust.

It wasn’t enough and driven by primal instinct, you quickly slide under his muscled body, surprising him. He pauses in his motions. “Kitten?” he breathes questioningly, gazing at you beneath him. 

“Sylus, I can’t. I need to experience you like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you spread your legs and begin to guide his neglected cock into your hot wetness, the dual sensation too much for him to handle. His hole clenches, feeling the dildo snugly against his prostate while his cock was being nestled into your pussy. He lets out a deep, sultry whine.

“Fuck, sweetie. You’re going to kill me.” You stroke every inch of his body you can reach and Sylus begins to build up his rhythm, going as slowly as possible to stave off his orgasm but he feels like he’s a lost cause. 

Your pussy grips his cock, spasming with each thrust. Every time he moved forward, he’s gliding through your eager cunt, and every time he moves back, the dildo massages his aching prostate and he feels like a loser, knowing he won’t last too long this way.

You see the struggle in his eyes and talk him through it. “It’s ok Sy. You’ve held on for so long. It’s ok to cum. You don’t have to prove anything to me. Let yourself cum.” you murmur reassuringly to him and he lets out a keening groan, his hips going into overdrive as he pushes himself over the edge.

His vision blurs at the edges as an intense orgasm grips him, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries not to collapse on you. His body shakes, creamy jets of cum filling your pussy as his hole spasms rhythmically, prolonging his state of euphoria as he empties himself into you. 

Sylus carefully crawls off the dildo, then lays over you. Sweat covers each inch of his body as you lovingly stroke his hair. 

“I don’t know why you’d hide something so hot from me.”

“What’s a relationship without a little mystery?”

“Well mystery solved. Next time, we should use a vibrating dildo.”

Your eyes flicker with mischief and Sylus chuckles at your enthusiasm. 

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[unintentionalseductress]

Voyeur!Sylus

Some quick HC's. And I think voyeurism is definitely one of his kinks.

Warnings: MDNI, clitoral and vaginal fingering, handjob, general sex

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who misses you whenever you go back to Linkon but won't admit it, instead sending Mephisto to keep watch over you.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who wasn't really trying to do anything indecent but obviously you catch his attention when you unexpectedly start to take off your clothes and sink down on your bed.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who's torn between calling off Mephisto, who's perched secretively on your windowsill unknown to you, and wanting to see what's behind this little escapade.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus whose red eyes become positively sanguine as he watches your small hands beginning to touch yourself, tweaking your nipples and running your hands down your body towards your cunt.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who's praying you'll let your legs spread apart while you masturbate so that he can finally get a look at your delectable sex.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who groans and pulls out his rock-hard cock as you do open your legs in full view of Mephisto's modified eyes, and he sees with such clarity the pinkness of the membranes, and the sheen of your arousal coating your swollen pussy.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who pumps himself in time to your fingers as you play with your clit, moaning as you insert a finger into yourself.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus whose heart almost nearly damn stops as he hears you pant his name in need as you play with yourself, trying to orgasm. How pretty it sounds, falling from those plump lips, your mouth open as you get closer to the edge.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who grits his teeth trying not to cum before you do but the way you're sighing his name makes it very difficult. If only he was there, he'd pleasure you until you were begging him to stop.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who moans pathetically as you finally cum, your cunt spasming for his viewing pleasure as he sees you letting go to the throes of pleasure.

☾ Voyeur!Sylus who wishes he could be there and bury his cock as far as he could into your cunt. His mind is full about how tight and wet you'd be for him, how desperately you'd clench him and how sexily you'd moan into his ear as he showed you what it mant to be fucked properly.

☾Voyeur!Sylus who finally calls off Mephisto after he's sure you're sound asleep, cozy under the covers. He knows you'll be his someday. He'll wait. He's a patient man after all.

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[unintentionalseductress]

Hi!! I'm the anon who loves to re-read your fics!

Okay, so I had this idea come to mind about Luke and Kieran and how they are the only ones aside from MC, who are close to Sylus. They know his day-to-day activities. His habits - everything and anything in-between. They know when MC is over and they know how Sylus likes to keep things between him and MC private at certain times.

So I thought of this while at the hospital, but okay, hear me out on nosy Luke and Kieran, who didn't know MC would be staying with Sylus for the weekend. So when they get back from a job, they're on high alert because it's too quiet. So they become curious as to if Sylus is home or not, and so as they reach his room, the door is partially open. They can hear Sylus as they get closer, and they're curious as to who he's talking to. So they get closer and listen in, and they hear him and MC have an intimate heart to heart about their relationship. (Thought of this after the latest Sylus card - Grassland Romance.)

Luke and Kieran are so nosy about Sylus and MC, and their relationship; especially after their antics of getting them closer, and how they tricked MC that one time when she was getting the brooch.

This idea is supposed to be cute and such, but I don't know how to translate it into an actual story 😭

Of Swords And Shovels

Warnings: None! Pure fluff. Summary: Luke and Kieran inadvertently overhear you and Sylus having a heart-to-heart. WC: 1161 A/n: Here ya go anon! Sorry this took so long, but I believe this was the last oneshot request in my queue! I can't believe I cleared it! Hope you like it, I went with a more humorous perspective, but it's still cozy and intimate.

“Man, that was such a bust!”

“Yeah, hardly anything worth stealing there! Boss is gonna be disappointed.”

“You wanna tell him?”

“I’ll flip ya for it!” Luke punches in the code to the base’s entrance as Kieran digs through his pockets for a coin. Once inside, he faces his twin.

“Heads, it’s you. Tails, it’s me. Ok?” Kieran flicks the coin into the air and smoothly catches it. His face turns into a grimace. “2 outta 3?” he asks, only to realize Luke wasn’t paying attention to him at all. 

“Hey! That’s rude ya know-” He’s cut off as Luke holds up a hand to silence him. “What?”

Luke gestures for him to be quiet, then jerks his head down the long hallway that leads to Sylus’s room. “Boss said he’d be having company over. It’s too quiet.”

Kieran strains his ears to listen and hears nothing but silence. “Is he out?” 

The twins hesitantly creep down the hallway, approaching Sylus’s bedroom. They notice a faint crack of light from the slightly opened door, and suddenly, Kieran points to a pair of heels left outside. “The hunter chick wasn’t supposed to visit today.”

“Maybe they’re not hers,” Luke suggests, and Kieran responds with a reprimanding shove.

“Don’t say nonsense. Boss loves her. He wouldn’t cheat on her!” Right on queue, laughter echoes from Sylus’s bedroom, one distinctly deep and masculine, the other more high and feminine. The twins freeze, then pad up to the door, listening intently. 

Daring to peek through the crack, Kieran glimpses you and Sylus curled up on his bed, drinking wine. He quickly moves away, then gives a sharp look to Luke for even daring to think about infidelity. Luke shrugs nonchalantly, and both of them focus on the conversation between you and Sylus. 

“Kitten, by the laws of physics, energy cannot be destroyed.”

“Oh really?” You retort. “Then what happens to your evol when you try to use it on me?”

“It’s not being destroyed then, kitten. You merely absorb it and turn it into sass. It’s like thermodynamics.” Sylus boops your nose even as you pout at his retort.

“Well, I’d rather be sassy than be the reason the microwave hums when you’re mad!” 

Sylus chortles, his chest heaving with mirth, before he reaches over to take the wineglass out of your hands. “I highly doubt that, sweetie. Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”

“I swear, your appliances are going to need a therapist from all the fluctuations going on inside them. They’re going to short-circuit someday, and then you’ll be in trouble when the chef can’t prepare anything.”

“Or, like any good businessman, I see opportunity in misfortune.” He sets the wineglass down on his nightstand and pulls you closer, smirking affectionately as your eyes grow wide at the proximity. Sylus pushes back a stray strand of hair from your face as he gazes at you, his scarlet eyes softening. 

“What opportunity?” you ask as you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing it with your thumb, trying to ignore the rapid thumping of your heart as Sylus turns into your palm to place a kiss. 

“My girlfriend can decorate the kitchen however she likes.”

You huff exasperatedly. “Really? That’s the opportunity?”

“I’d certainly see it that way.” He tugs your wrist to coax you a little closer and you oblige, setting your cheek on his broad chest, your lower bodies coming into contact to snuggle. 

Outside the door, Kieran rapidly motions to Luke that they should leave, but Luke adamantly shakes his head no. He’d never seen Sylus talk like this before; tenderly, lovingly, with warm hints of amusement. It was slightly jarring to hear the feared leader of Onychinus talking in this affectionate way.  He’d known you were different; that you were the one who could possibly help Sylus slow down and smell the flowers, so to speak. He and Kieran had debated things at length, and now he feels awful that he had thought Sylus was seeing someone else behind your back. 

Sylus strokes your hair, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils, and resists the urge to bury his face into the silky strands. “Yes, kitten. That’s an opportunity. Because you’ll leave bits of yourself in the kitchen when you decorate. You’ll spend hours putting in thought as to what will look good, what should go where. Hell, you can even hire an architect and remodel the whole thing if that’s what you want. The point is-” Sylus nuzzles your neck and you giggle at the tickly feeling. “It’s an entire room built from your imagination. I think that’s an amazing opportunity.” 

Warmth gathers in your chest, and you slip your leg between Sylus’s, snuggling even closer into him. He smelled like cologne and metal and gunpowder, a unique scent associated only with him. A contented rumble emanates from his chest, and both of you sigh, enjoying the peace and joy of each other’s company. 

“So…you would let me do anything I want? What if I replaced all the cutlery?" You give Sylus a lopsided grin. “Replaced all the spoons with miniature shovels? And swapped all the forks with play-sized swords?”

“Are you decorating my kitchen or planning a murder?” Sylus is smiling so widely that you can see his even, white teeth now. “Although I’m not sure what you’re planning on murdering with such small weapons.”

“A cockroach that dared to sneak into the all-mighty Sylus’s home. The sword is for battle, and the shovel is for the burial.”

“Only you would give a burial for a cockroach,” Sylus derides lightly. “I suppose you’ll light candles and have a wake too?”

“Yes. And I’ll do it in front of the base. A warning to all those who would try to infiltrate Onychinus.”

Both of you laugh again, and this time, it’s the kind of laughter that steals the breath from your chest, holding onto each other so tightly like the other may fall off the bed from the intensity. There was something so sweet about being able to joke with him like this, about knowing he possessed a good capacity for humor. To hear his laugh so wholeheartedly as it erupted from his lungs as you clung to him. It takes a while for the moment to settle down, and when it does, both of you are fighting for breath. 

Luke and Kiran exchange a glance and nod in unison, deciding they’ve stayed long enough. Luke turns to inconspicuously walk back down the hall when a blur of feathers, followed by a raucous caw breaks the silence. The twins look at each other in dread before scrambling to put space between themselves and the door. 

Just as they start to sprint, Sylus’s voice audibly drawls, “Mephisto says we have some unwanted visitors. Shame you don’t have those shovels and swords right now, sweetie. It would have been the perfect way to warm the kitchen.” 

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