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I can’t get this idea out of my switchy little head where one night Sylus allows you to try something you’ve been wanting to do for a while. And because, in my mind, Sylus is a switch too, he allows you to rim him…
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Midnight Delicacy
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 1,661
It happens after long day—of you battling Wanderers and him leading Onychinus with concluding serval deals, heists…lives. But, he notices this look in your eyes as you watch him naked, with only a towel covering his waist snugly, after your shower together.
“I know that look, kitten. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Sylus’s voice is deep and languid has he dries his wet hair with another towel, small crystalline droplets falling from the spiked tips of silver-grey strands onto his shoulders and rolling down his body. You meet his gaze in the full length mirror as you approach him from behind, your own towel concealing the shapely contours of your body.
“How do you know me so well?” You smile, wrapping your arms around his slutty waist that truly takes up far too much of your headspace during the day.
“Hmm, I just do. Now, out with it, sweetie.” You smile fiendishly as your nimble fingers toy with the loose knot situated at the base of his navel.
“What if I told you I wanted to try something new?” Sylus smiles, patiently waiting for you to expound upon your thoughts. “Would you let me rim you?” Sylus’s brow quirks up, intrigued at your request, a rich chuckle rumbling from his wide chest.
“And exactly, how long has this been on your mind?” You worry your lip at his question, concerned you finally crossed that invisible line Sylus swore didn’t exist between the two of you. You shrug your shoulders, hand falling from the towel’s knot. But, he catches your wrist, bringing it back where it was, meeting your eyes again in the mirror. “I didn’t say no, kitten.”
“You didn’t say yes, either.” Sylus turns to face you, your head barely clearing the wide expanse of his chest and shoulders.
“Part of a kitten’s charm is their boundless curiosity,” Sylus speaks, gently encircling your wrist in his large hand has he walks backward toward his bed. “And who am I to deny any exploration my kitten seeks?” Your heart races as he lets the towel drop to the floor before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “My body is your playground to explore. All you need do is ask whenever you want to take a journey. Now, how do you want me, sweetie?”
Your heart races taking in Sylus in all his glory, and you thank every lucky star in the universe for leading him to you. Your own towel drops in a crumpled heap atop his on the dark carpeted floor, as you crawl onto black satin sheets, cool and smooth. Sylus’s garnet gaze roams freely over the peaks and valleys of your body, his dick already half hard just from drinking you in.
“Lay back on the pillows,” you say, voice small in your request. This was your idea, why be shy now? Sylus lifts his scarred knuckles to your chin, offering an encouraging smile.
“Yes, mistress,” he says simply, following your direction and lying back on the mountain of down-filled pillows propped against the black leather upholstered headboard. Your stomach dips at the sight of the mighty leader of Onychinus bending to your will. He settles back comfortably, an arm resting behind his head, one knee bent as he leaves the other outstretched on the bed.
“I like the sound of being called your mistress.” You let the title roll off your tongue—wicked—and drawing more confidence by the second. You consider for a moment binding Sylus’s wrists with the black silk ties hidden in the nightstand situated on the side of the bed, but ultimately decide against it. Baby steps, you think to yourself. Very rarely do people run before they even crawl. You clear your mind of everything but Sylus as you place gentle kisses all over his body, from the tips of his ears to the tops of his muscular thighs. A particularly ragged breath from his lips force your eyes to meet his again as you kiss up the base of his swollen length to his leaking crown.
“How could I forget? Kittens also like to toy with their prey, mine especially—“ Sylus’s strained words are interrupted by a guttural groan as you take him between your soft lips, mouth bobbing up and down steadily until his toes curl and fist grips the sheets tightly. “Mistress…” he grits a warning, breathless and completely decadent.
You take mercy on Sylus, releasing his throbbing dick from your greedy mouth with a lewd pop and it slaps wetly against his lower abdomen, heavy with blood flow and leaking pre. You shift comfortably down between his legs, lying on your belly to align your mouth with his sack and perineum, smooth and perfect. He makes room for you, opening his legs, the scent of luxury body wash and his skin infiltrating your nostrils, making your mouth absolutely water.
“Lift your knees and hold them with your hands for me,” you command, with a lilt to your voice that is affirmative, but gently unyielding. And Sylus acquiesces without reservation, seemingly as excited as you are about what’s to come if the pool of slick collecting on his lower abdomen is any indicator. And when his knees are to his chest, your eyes are bless with a sight so pretty, so intimate and vulnerable, your heart stutters. A perfectly pristine ring of dusky rose skin greets you, a sigh leaving Sylus’s lips when your breath ghosts against his puckered hole. You place soft kisses on the undersides of his thighs, peeking around until your eyes meet again.
“Promise you’ll say if you want me to stop, ok?” A lopsided grin forms on Sylus’s perfect lips, his eyes warm with endearment.
“I will, but I think I’ll manage…mistress.”
That’s all the consent you need as you part the globes of his ass to reveal more of his sensitive area. Slowly, you take your first tastes of him, a kiss preceding your tongue that licks tentatively. You are oddly aware of your surroundings—the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall, the soft neoclassical piano that constantly plays lowly in the background, how the back of Sylus’s head crashes against his pillows as the tip of your tongue makes contact with this virgin part of his body for the first time. His skin is fresh and heady and you want more…
You lick a fat stripe over his opening, testing how the texture of his skin feels against your tongue. You hear Sylus’s breaths, once steady, begin to elevate with each passing moment, and when you swirl your tongue in spirals around his center you hear a low groan tumble from his lips. You pull your mouth away to blow cool air on the moistened skin and you witness, first hand, Sylus clenching around nothing.
“Don’t stop, Mistress Kitten. Feels…good.” You peek between his legs up at the glorious sight Sylus makes; legs open for you, dick straining and wet, head thrown back as his mouth falls open to release throaty moans. You resume your midnight delicacy, flicking and circling your tongue around his asshole before breaching that tight little ring. “Mmm, fuck…you’re going to end me.”
Reaching up, you cup the supple skin of his sack before working your palm over the thick base. You stroke Sylus in time with the messy laps of your tongue, his skin slick with your saliva. You let a pearly glob of spit slip from your lips, eyes watching as it trails down, fascinated by its journey. Before the fluid reaches the sheets you guide it back to Sylus’s hole with your tongue where you suck and lick at the skin with fervor.
You feel Sylus’s muscles tense as your strokes increase, targeting just the fat tip of his dick, beautifully bruised and slick with his precum, and you know he’s moments away from release. Low growls bubble from his chest as Sylus’s taunt body twitches from your relentless mouth and hand; his breaths punching out with each exhale.
“I can’t hold back. Let me come, mistress…please.” Your own pussy aches, slick wetting your thighs and the sheets at how aroused you are at the sight of Sylus coming apart. There would be time to take care of your own needs later, now was about Sylus.
“Mmm, yes come for me, Sylus,” you breathed between the plush valley of his ass cheeks as your hand pumps his dick, tongue fucking his asshole like there is no tomorrow. And then you hear an almost whiny moan—higher in pitch, breathy and overall uncharacteristic of the man under you—before hot, pearly ribbons of cum shoot onto Sylus chin, chest and belly before pooling into cooled globs around your closed fist still gripping the head, milking.
After a moment Sylus lowers his legs down onto the mattress. Limbs long and heavy flank your body as he swipes at the splatters of white that landed impressively under his bottom lip, chest heaving with each breath. He stares at the evidence of his release coating his fingertips before targeting his sights down his body on you.
“Come here, kitten.” And you do without hesitation, cleaning his soiled fingers before seeking his mouth for a deep kiss—slow and passionate. You moan against him, your own body screaming for its own release—and Sylus senses this—by the needy press of your breasts against his chest, the way your core drags across his muscular thighs.
“Worked yourself into a frenzy, sweetie?” Sylus teases as you smile sheepishly up at the man who holds all of your heart.
“Maybe,” you smiled, “But did you like the… um…?” Sylus chuckles at your timid questioning, the deep timbre of his voice resonating in your own chest. His eyes glance down at the mess stuck between both your torsos.
“I think we both know the answer to your question, Mistress Kitten.”
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