Valko is leaning against his car, waiting patiently for you.
You texted him six minutes ago and said you finished work. By his calculations, you should have been outside within two minutes. Two-and-a-half at most, considering distance. His foot taps and his head twitches without his permission. Perhaps saying he’s patient is generous.
But then you walk out of the door and the shift is immediate, a wide smile coming across his face. He pushes off the car and starts toward you, his square jaw tips up, gold eyes crinkling at the corners.
“So, what? Do you just like making me wait, or something?”
Valko shakes his head and pretends to be annoyed.
A surprised laugh leaves you before words can when he grabs you and lifts you like you weigh nothing. His massive arms wrap around you, squeezing you to his chest hard enough that your laugh changes. He nudges his face against the side of your head and groans.
“Mm. You’re lucky you’re so cute.” The words are muffled as he nuzzles his face into your hair.
You curve toward him. Your face pressing into that spot between his chest and the base of his throat. He’s so big, so warm, and dramatic, very dramatic.
“You act like you were waiting for hours.” You sigh and press a kiss into his shirt over his collarbone because that's all you can reach for now.
Valko pulls back and squints his gold eyes at you for a fraction of a second. Then he grins and starts to pepper your face with a series of firm kisses.
You smile and muffle a giggle which only encourages him. He continues pecking at your lips, the tops of your cheeks where you blush, your nose. And then remember that you’re still standing with him like this outside your job.
“C'mon. We should get off the sidewalk and figure out where we’re going to eat.”
“Yeah, we should also figure out why my dick gets so big around you.”
Valko looks you directly in your eyes and smiles deviously as the words leave his mouth.
You can’t help but laugh and blush at his audacity. And this man just shrugs and squeezes you tighter. Then he’s carrying you over to the car. He shifts you over to one arm. He opens the door and gently lowers you into the passenger seat, then walks over to his side.
You both decide on a restaurant, but his free hand keeps wandering higher up your thigh as he drives. One thing leads to another.
Now you’re holding onto his shoulders in the backseat while he pumps his massive cock inside you.
Valko licks a broad stripe up your neck as he pistons his hips below yours. Pants and groans leave his mouth between the praise. He tells you how good you feel, how good you are for taking him like this with short, controlled thrusts that make you see stars.
His big hands hold you up by your thighs to give himself enough space to slide his length in and out of you. He gains a little more movement despite the backseat by lifting you up and down on his cock too.
Then he tells you to hold on tighter. Within a few strokes, he changes pace completely, wildly fucking himself up into you. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back and your breath catches in a silent scream.
Valko loses himself in you.
He slams into you with a groan before he's twitching inside you. His hands move from your thighs to wrap around your hips, pressing you down as he grinds up to get as deep as he can get. Warm pulses flood your core and he captures your mouth in a filthy kiss.
And he can’t stop kissing you, not until the tension fades into that slow hazy feeling for both of you. His caress is tender as his hands move into your hair and across your back. When he finally breaks away, he flashes you a dazed fanged smile.
Valko sat beside you, his voice cutting through the quiet, and the note in his tone caught your attention. When you looked up at him there was a lopsided toothy grin on his handsome face. His gold eyes pinned to you in a way that was somehow both focused and dream-like.
“Do what?” You practically chirp at him.
While you appreciate his attention you’re not sure what he’s talking about. You’re both just sitting there on the couch, all close together while he’s on his laptop and you’re on your phone. Not paying much attention to each other but sharing space and touch. You two are always touching.
Valko leans in just a little closer to you. He takes a deep, audible inhale through his nose and exhales with a sound something between a satisfied sigh and a whine.
“That. Do it again. That thing with your hair.”
His computer is off his lap, closed and on the coffee table in a single one-handed motion. His other big hand is now on your knee, covering so much of you, his fingertips sink into the middle of your thigh.
“Oh, yeah? Why do you like it?” You tease.
You try to muffle a laugh and keep your composure which is challenging. And you give him what he asked for, of course. You run your fingers through your hair in your usual idle way, confused and delighted by this giant man as you watch him shift.
Valko is completely captivated. His fingers get just a little tighter on you, sending a rush of heat through your body. His mouth is open, the tips of his bottom fangs catching the light. He can’t articulate an answer to your question while he’s in this trance. No, he has to behold the incredible display before him. You. Like this.
It’s everything about you. He loves your hair, that's why he buries his face in it whenever he can. He loves your scent. But the way it carries in the air when you move your hair around makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. And the way your expression softens ever so slightly, makes him feel at ease in some base way that he craves.
“Just keep doing it and I’ll tell you.”
Valko groans the words, pulling you closer with his grip on your leg.
There is always a reason to take a shower with Sylus.
Sometimes it's about hot water conservation, or helping wash your hair, which he is very, very good at. Sometimes it's innocent, sometimes not.
It's getting late. Sitting together on the sofa, you announce it's time.
Sylus closes the book he's reading and looks up at you, asking if he can join. You agree, and the two of you get up to get ready together.
In the bathroom, the lights are low, warm and hazy from the shower steam. The water running under the low sounds of the music coming through the speakers. He often picks out a shower playlist.
You're under the water first when he slides in behind you.
Sylus reaches for you. Long nimble fingers dance up your spine.
His hand slides across your shoulder. The warmth of him courses through you, beneath the heat of the water, each drop striking the nape of your neck and amplifying every feeling.
He basks in every slow caress and you arch into the sensations. He traces down the length of your arm and laces his fingers with yours.
Sylus savors every point of contact, every shift of your body into his touch. Your soft wet skin. His other hand moves to the front of your hip, palm flat, thumb pressing into you to tilt you forward.
He moves closer, his broad chest across your back, his head leans down bringing you cheek to cheek. All you hear are the sounds of his breath and the water, the music fading away.
Sylus lines himself up with your ass, a groan leaving his lips as he slowly pushes himself inside you. The hot water streaming between you highlights his length. He takes his time to sink in.
Your back arches deeper and your arms slide up on the wet tile wall. You find yourself on the balls of your feet, his body curving to meet yours.
Then Sylus starts moving. Pulling his hips back just a little before burying his dick inside you. Then a little more. Again and again. Patiently picking up to a steady rhythm.
Eventually you find yourself in the corner of the shower. Forearms high above your head, pressing into the tile, as he thrusts up into you.
It's almost too much. The angle. The leverage he has. The pressure of him filling you with hard, deep strokes.
The sound of his wet body slamming into yours muffles the high pitched whines leaving your lips. Your breath catches in your lungs like fire.
And now, Sylus is insatiable. His cock getting harder, thicker somehow. The way you sound is like a spell. He's so close and he doesn't want to stop. He can't. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
A growl builds in his throat as he comes hot and heavy. You feel every snap of his hips filling you. He slows but he doesn't stop. He keeps fucking his come into you as you whimper and moan against the wet tile. It's spilling out of you and he's grinding it in.
One of his hands still holds yours against the shower wall, the other pushes some wet hair out off your cheek. He dips and nuzzles his face against yours.
Sylus places sloppy kisses and licks on the corner of your lips as he keeps himself inside you. He's mumbling about how good you feel, how perfect you are.
The sounds smooth out between kisses and catching your breath. You're almost lightheaded from the heat and steam. Both of you laugh a little as the intensity passes. Your legs, your hips, your insides feel achey.
Sylus peels himself away and you get on with actual showering. Though before he shuts the water off, he tilts his head and asks you if you want to try that corner spot one more time before bed.
his shoulders are very useful · count: 500s · note: smut, soft dom · 18+ · nsfw
You flash Sylus a smile as he narrows his red eyes at you.
He stands still, arms out like a scarecrow and you start sliding the shopping bags off of him. You didn't realize how many there were, it's actually comical how many he can hold.
You muffle a laugh and keep going.
“Tch. This is funny to you, kitten? My shoulders have been useful to you all day. When am I getting my massage?”
He curls his lip up at you and huffs. You get the last bag off of him and before you can even start to form a response, he’s nodding and smirking. Clearly he’s come up with his own answers.
“Mhm, well, I’ll show you what else these shoulders can do first.”
Sylus steps towards you and ducks his head down. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder.
A sound between a giggle and a gasp leaves you at suddenly being off the ground. Though the movement is so smooth and familiar it’s like you're weightless in his hands.
“They can carry more than just bags, sweetie.”
Sylus lands a playful smack on your ass for emphasis and the heat travels through you sharp and fast. Taking advantage of your current position, his hand continues to grab and rub your thighs.
His fingers start to slip between your legs as he walks you both over to the bedroom. You laugh and feign surprise, you’re looking forward to what comes next.
Sylus dips and tosses you on the bed. He doesn’t give you any space, crawling on top of you as soon as your back hits the sheets. He plants a hungry kiss on your mouth as he starts taking off your clothes. Hands sprawling across so much of you as he does.
Then he’s kissing and biting his way down from your neck, your chest. He looks up as he settles between your legs and smiles at you.
“They can also control space.”
Sylus is smug as he looks at you and sticks his tongue out. He lets a long line of spit drip off and onto you. It lands warm and wet and you whine at the tease.
Your hips push toward him but those shoulders wedge against you. You choke out a laugh and are about to complain when he leans forward to get you to open you up wider.
Then Sylus is licking and sucking on you. He's grabbing at your ass again, lifting you up and into his mouth. He can’t get enough.
Your head is back, trying to catch your breath when he moves again. He pulls you towards him and props your ankles up by his ears.
“They’re good to get leverage.”
Sylus grunts as he lines himself up with you. He buries his cock inside you and it’s so deep, so quick, it takes your breath away.
He holds the top of your thighs, making sure your legs stay pinned on his shoulders as his hips start to buck and snap into you.
Every move Sylus makes gives you exactly what you crave. All you need to do is enjoy the ride. Panting and grinding into you, your body gives into him, into his relentless rhythm.
The sound of your name hits your ears as you come to, blinking up at his wide-eyed grin. Along with the ringing in your ears, you're smiling too. Then he’s kissing you as he whispers.
“Have I earned this massage yet? Or should I keep going?”
he gets you a new toy · count: 300s · note: smut, soft dom · 18+ · nsfw
You almost forgot Sylus mentioning a gift would be arriving. It’s beautifully wrapped, as usual, and when you open it your smile turns lopsided.
You know exactly what it is. You do not know what his intentions are by giving it to you, but you are very much looking forward to finding out. You fight the urge to text him immediately.
When Sylus shows up, you don’t bring it up right away. He doesn’t either. You both know his gift was delivered, but you let the unspoken stretch with subtle anticipation.
When you thank him for it, he tells you it’s a personal massager. For your neck, shoulders, a variety of muscle groups. His smirk is so devious you know it's not as innocent as he may be pretending.
While this is certainly within the devices capabilities, it is not the way most would use it. When you assume it’s for when he is out of town, he more than happily corrects you. Now the game has started.
Sylus calls it 'show and tell' as he escorts you to the bedroom.
Show him how you use it on yourself first. Leaning back against the sheets, starting slow. Turning on the lowest setting, the vibration filling the space between the soft sounds you make.
You explore the sensations under his wide red eyes and heavy breaths. The electric pulse hums through you. Tell him how it makes you feel as he watches you come undone in front of him.
He crawls closer, those broad shoulders wedging your legs open as he licks you clean, with slow, flat strokes of his tongue.
Then Sylus shows you how he uses it on you. Finding new spots to lull you in the haze. Adjusting the settings and pattern. Making a mess of you again.
Tell him you’re not sure how much more you can take as he bites down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh and growls his assurance into you. You can take so much more, he knows you can.
You lose track of time, of your thoughts, of whatever is left of your self control, as he shows you what it feels like while he's inside you.
quality down time · count: 1.3k · note: smut, fluffy, soft dom? · 18+ · nsfw
Your eyes are getting heavy as you sit beside Sylus reading. The low light from the lamps, the soft leather sofa, the music, it’s all beginning to lull you to sleep. The words blurring in front of you.
But you tell yourself it’s not time, your sleep schedule is screwed up enough and a nap will only make it worse. You rub your face and mumble to yourself, maybe you should drink a coffee.
“Are you sure you don’t want to nap, kitten?”
Sylus hums as he looks down at you. He always seems to seamlessly jump in your thoughts. One of those big hands comes to rub your neck as he continues, “You look like you’re tired.”
You lean into his hand with a sigh, resting your head on him. He touches you in a way that makes your skin tingle and your eyes close. Letting yourself sink, you think it over but then brush off the idea.
“No, I’ll just go to bed early tonight.”
You close your eyes again. Flirting with the pull of sleep for a moment before you reluctantly sit up again.
Sylus hides a laugh as he nuzzles his face on the top of your head.
“Are you sure? I know something that might help you stay awake.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I should have a coffee.” You stretch and the words come out of you slowly. You're probably half asleep because you don’t even notice the other offer he’s presenting you.
“I’ll make it for you, sweetie.”
Sylus speaks so low you barely hear him and kisses your hair. Then he is moving from the sofa, and taking his warmth away with him, unfortunately. That broad frame disappears momentarily.
You hear small clanks and clatters, barely audible over the music. When he returns, he’s holding a cup and a small, polite grin.
There's something in the way Sylus holds the drink he made, his expression when he stands in front of you, part eagerness and proudness, the slightest a hint of hesitation. This all makes your heart happy in a way that you can’t quite articulate.
“Thank you, Sylus.” You take the coffee, eyes closing to enjoy the first taste, and it is genuinely the best drink you’ve had in a while. A second sip, and you go on, “Mhm. It’s really tasty.”
Those red eyes meet yours and he’s grinning wide. He feels his heart rate pick up a little. He leans in, a hand coming to touch your cheek softly as his head dips to press a tender kiss to your forehead.
“Good. Just let me know if you want another.”
Sylus settles back next you and picks up his book, his arm looping around you and tugging you gently back into place against his side. He loves when he's able to get what you want when you want it.
There’s also something very satisfying about knowing he made it for you. It's just a simple coffee. But the way you looked at him when he handed it to you, the way you look while drinking it, it's almost too much and at the same time, not enough. He wants to make you another one, so he can experience it again.
Sylus catches your eyes every so often. His head tilting, brows raising, asking the silent questions. Are you okay? Is the drink still good? Do you need anything?
You flash him a smile when your eyes meet. You adjust slightly, enjoying the coffee and how good he feels with your own reading. He is always warm. And you hear him make a contented sound.
Sylus wraps his arm tighter around you, his hand stroking your ribs, guiding you closer. Always closer. He’s almost too enamored by the softness of your skin and the sweet smell of your hair to see that your cup is nearly empty.
“Do you want another drink, sweetie? I can make it the same way?” He whispers against your temple.
“No, I think I want to try something else now.” You close your book and turn, starting to crawl onto his lap.
"Oh, do you?" His eyes light up at the suggestion. He'll give you whatever you want. Whenever you want.
Sylus pulls you into his chest as you start to press soft kisses along his neck. He groans and shifts his hips below you, his hands slipping under your clothes.
“The sofa isn’t as comfortable as the bed. I'll carry you?” He breathes the words on your mouth, his hands grabbing at your ass as he starts to rock you back and forth in his lap. He's ready whenever you are.
“No, I said I don’t want to fall asleep.” You laugh a little as you start to glide your hands in the waistband of his pants. Words fading as your lips press fully into his. You want him here, just like this.
It seems like he’s about to say something else, but he doesn’t.
Sylus lets you lead. His tongue eases between your parted lips in soft licks. Touching you every way he can, up your back, across your chest, around your neck while his cock throbs between your legs.
And it goes slow, savoring, a blur of hands and heat, and skin.
Bodies tight together on the leather, clothes sliding off and then he’s slipping inside of you. His inhale catches in his throat and the exhale is low and raspy at the sensation of you opening up for him.
Sylus spreads his fingers, anchoring his grip on your hips and spanning up to your waist. A low sound in his throat. You feel so good. Your hands are on his shoulders as you sink down on him. Inch by inch, until you’re full.
He keeps himself as still as he can while you set the starting pace. He lets you get accustomed to him being inside you and savoring every small adjustment and moan that you give him.
Easing up and down, you let your muscles flex around him. The heat between you and inside of you is building in sync. The music seems to fade away as you work yourself around him. Then he starts edging against your motions, taking control.
Sylus squares his hips, pushing up into you slowly to give you more leverage. It's both subtle and so much more of his dick somehow. Your head drops and you take advantage. Moving faster until your hips start to ache.
He grips you harder, holding you still for just a moment. Then pushes you all the way down, and he lifts those hips of his up higher, so you can feel all of him again, so he can feel all of you.
Breathing is suddenly the hardest thing to do.
Sylus slips into a rhythm that’s so slow and deep, that it's overwhelming every part of you in the best way.
You almost push against his chest for more space. The inclination is washed away in the warmth and haze of him finding, and stroking, a part inside you that has your legs trembling. All you can do is give in. And he does too.
A mess of whimpers and moans from the both of you echo in the space, then give way until it’s just the music again and heartbeats.
Sylus presses his lips into any part of you he can reach. Your closed eyelids, the corner of your mouth, the bottom of your chin.
Your voice is dazy as you kiss him back, and whisper, “Mhm. I think I need another coffee now.”
Sylus lets out a breath of a laugh and nods but doesn’t move much beyond that, not yet. He needs this just a little longer. He takes a lazy kiss from your lips, that smile showing again as his head leans into yours.
“I like your shirt, sweetie.” Sylus stretches his fingers out to gently touch the fabric. Something flickers in those red eyes, and there’s a barely perceptible edge in his voice.
You mumble a thanks and flash him a smile with a face that's asking him where he was going with his compliment without the words. There is something particular in his tone.
“You got it from the trip?”
It’s clearly one of those silly tourist shirts. An airport worker spilled a drink on you accidentally, and gave it to you as an apology. It takes you a moment to realize what was happening and when you do, you smirk.
“Why are you smiling like that? Thinking about all the fun you had without me on that trip, kitten?”
He huffs, tilting his head up and curling his lip at you in offense. Then turns his face.
You put both hands on his chest and step into him. You lean in, peppering kisses between the words.
“You know I have the most fun with you, Sylus. What'll make you happy? Want to take a nap, get some food?”
There's also another option you don't mention.
“I’m not tired.” He looks at you, steady, direct. He’s got you right where he wants you, he needs you to take the bait.
“Oh, are you hungry?” And you willingly fall into his setup when you ask him that question in that way.
Sylus is hungry. He takes that as his opportunity to scoop you up, walk over to the bedroom, throw you on the bed, pull your pants off, and eat your pussy until you beg him to fuck you.
And then he sucks on your clit for just a little while longer. He pins you when you attempt to take matters, and his dick, into your own hands. He buries his face between your legs. Your insides are throbbing.
Sylus barely lets you catch your breath, letting go for only a moment before pouncing back on you when you start to take your shirt off. That’s when he finally gives you what you were asking for. His dick fills you and you’re a mess.
For a little while, he purposely switches his rhythm when he thinks it’s working too well. Moaning in your ear, every stroke perfectly timed. Your nerves are humming and your muscles ache.
You whine and whimper and he finds some new way to make his cock fit inside you. When he feels like you’ve had enough, he steadies and goes back to chasing your pleasure until he can feel you come just one more time.
Now it’s his turn. In his frantic need, he also rips that shirt clean off you. The motion is so quick and so smooth it barely registers to you, or to him, at the moment. You certainly won’t be wearing it again.
Sylus wraps his arms around you, kissing you, stroking you gently, murmuring how perfect you are in your ear. Hazy bliss floating between you as your breathing calms and falls in unison.
Moments blur and when your gaze lands on what remains of your shirt it makes you laugh.
He opens his eyes and makes a low sound, an almost embarrassed look coming across on his face and you press a sweet kiss on him.
“Uh. I didn’t think that would happen. I'll replace it.”
his favorite view, you · count: 900s · note: smut, fem, soft dom, switchy? · 18+ · nsfw
Sylus is relaxing, his head back, long legs wide, hands resting on his stomach. He somehow manages to still look big on a leather sectional that takes up most of the room.
Red eyes open and sparkle in the dim light when you walk towards him. You’re trying on a new dress from him. He loves seeing you wear his gifts and he loves giving you all kinds of gifts to wear. He sits up a little straighter, his hand raising and gesturing for you to come closer.
“Let me see it.” He hums in appreciation as he looks you up and down.
“I like it. Do you?” You know he does, you can tell by his face, but it’s always fun to ask. You stop to stand in front of him, just out of his arm’s reach. You sway and pose.
“Of course, I do, sweetie. Now, let me see it.” His words come out clipped, impatient, but there’s a smirk on his face. He doesn’t move to grab you, even though he wants to.
“Uh, you can see it can’t you? I think the color is pretty.” You continue fawning. You assume Sylus wants to touch you, he always does, and you decide to play coy, continuing to stand a few feet away.
“Tch. I’m not talking about the dress, sweetie.” He raises an eyebrow at you, tongue rolling over his lips.
“Oh? Ohhh.” It’s clear to you now that he’s talking about your pussy and you can’t help but giggle.
Sylus grunts and nods, the movement meant to hurry you along. Instead you tilt your head as you look at him and take your time to consider your options.
“Yes. Well, are you going to show it to me or not?” He takes a deeper inhale and shifts his hips. The pants he’s wearing are thin and you can clearly see him growing.
You draw the moment out, for him and for you. He’s so big you can swear you see the outline of the ridge of his head perfectly. You’re going to have fun.
“I’ll show it to you.” You take a few steps over and sit just far enough away from him. You turn to face him and he settles in, expectantly, and continues pawing at his cock.
You shimmy the dress up, trying to move as slow as you can, keeping your knees together and lift your feet up on the sofa. You're not wearing panties.
You stare at his face and very quickly, open your legs to flash him. The sight is so stunning that it takes his breath away and makes his mouth water. Then his eyes snap up to yours.
"Again. Let me see it again."
Sylus leans forward and reaches to touch you, he needs to be closer to you, but you scoot back in response. He's patient, or at least trying to be, but you're making it difficult for him.
"No touching, and I'll let you see again." You set your terms and wait, judging him.
And then he nods in reluctant agreement, a small huff leaving him.
Another long moment passes before you open your legs nice and wide for him, and stay spread, the cool air hitting your center and the look on his face is priceless.
He grunts and grabs at himself with more force. He's hungry and needy and you're too far away. Teasing.
"It's so beautiful. All shiny. So pretty. You're so beautiful. Mhm. You're perfect." That deep voice of his is starting to get lower as he licks his lips again and continues, "I love how you look in this dress. In this light. You're like a painting. Beautiful."
Sylus almost sounds dazed. And you sit there, a wicked expression on your face, laid out for him, watching him start to unravel, and it's so hot. After a few scattered inhales and exhales, his voice comes out somewhere between a plea and a command.
"Stay just like that for me, kitten."
He pulls his dick out, his hand wrapping around the tip, and smiles at you from across the sectional. He starts to stroke his cock and a soft sound leaves you as you watch him.
You shift and he clicks his tongue at you, ready to bark a command until he realizes you’re moving to peel off the dress. You're getting more comfortable. He’s happy to take everything you give him, behold whatever sights you allow him, he wants more, he always wants more.
“You can touch me.” You’re smug as you lean back, now naked on the leather.
Sylus reaches his hand out, fingers dancing featherlight across your pussy. A touch so soft, so reverent, as he fucks his other hand faster. You push yourself into him and a lusty laugh leaves him.
“Oh? You want more?” He is breathless, he feels like he can come right now, but he won’t. Not yet.
He continues to move his hand slowly, up and down your most sensitive parts, gentle, teasing motions until he can feel you get wetter and then he gives you more, faster, harder. He starts to pant and groan, words of praise and admiration falling from his lips in a murmur.
"Yes. Perfect. So beautiful. Feels so good. Look at you. Mhm."
At some point, he gets closer moving your legs to drape over his while he continues to pump himself and rub your insides.
You hold his stare for as long as you can, melting in his strong hands. It's difficult to keep your eyes open when he's makes you see stars, but you try for him, you know it gets him even more worked up.
His dick aching in his hands. His head dips every so often to swipe a broad lick across your lips and it makes him whimper.
handsy at the show · count: 1.1k · note: smut, private/public, soft dom · 18+ · nsfw
You think you’re early, but the empty lobby makes you second-guess that when you walk in. You are meeting Sylus at a concert tonight and he just shared an address and a time.
An attendant greets you and explains that this is a private lobby for box seat guests when you ask if you’re late. They usher you through the building to the curtain-lined entrance.
You see the back of his unmistakable broad frame. The space is above the rest of the audience, off to the side, and overlooks the stage, glowing softly in the otherwise dark auditorium. You walk in gingerly, sliding into the seat next to him.
He whispers as you sit, “Right on time. But you're too far away.”
Before you even fully settle, his hand snakes into your lap, resting on your thigh. He leans in to press a kiss to your neck just below your ear, taking a slow, deep breath of you while he does.
“Mhm, that's better. Hello, sweetie.”
“Hi, Sylus.”
He’s always touching you, fingers brushing the small of your back, playing with your hair, holding your hand, grabbing you, leaning into you. He can’t help himself. The closer the better, in his opinion.
The show starts, and you relax into the plush chair beside him. His arm is draped across the back, curling around your shoulder and pulling you until you’re properly against him.
His fingertips softly dance to the music on your shoulder.
You find yourself watching him just as much as the stage. You love the way his head bops, the way his eyes close like it helps him hear better, the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth when there's a part he really likes.
He catches your stare and leans down to speak close to your face.
“Kitten, what are you paying attention to?”
Sylus shakes his head at you and smirks in that devious way.
The hand on your shoulder drops, sliding down your back to guide you closer to him. At first, it feels like one of the usual adjustments, something he'd do in any number of settings. He’s making sure he can feel you resting all your weight on him. But then he keeps going. Keeps pulling. Closer.
You hesitate and look up at him. He looks down at you, chin tilting up and to the side, with an unspoken question of trust and willingness.
“What are you doing?” You whisper and it may sound like protest, but really it’s consent.
“Tch. What do you think I’m doing?” He now knows this little game between the two of you has started.
You are letting Sylus lead. You are letting him surprise you when you give in to his strong hands. He gently coaxes and positions you into his lap, perched on his thigh, your legs between his.
“I’m making sure you keep your eyes on the performance, sweetie. It’s very special.”
You snicker at the reprimand, turning from his face to the stage with a huff. The small smile that you're trying to hide still shows. And it grows when you feel his fingertips moving to float along your neck.
The concert continues and you find yourself more relaxed, more comfortable. It reminds you of laying in bed with him, the dark, the music, the warmth of his body below you. Except, of course, for the fact that there are likely a few hundred people in the room with you.
Sylus moves his fingers in time with the music, sometimes following the bassline, or pressing firmer at moments, like he’s the one playing an instrument by rubbing your neck.
You relax into his touch, your head tipping back until it settles against his jaw. It feels good. You almost don’t notice how that other hand of his is creeping, slowly but surely, up your thigh. Higher and higher.
Your heart rate picks up more than it usually does as you question if this is actually happening. Here? Now? You want to, but… Maybe it’s just… No. His fingers are clearly working to get under your clothes.
You say his name in the lightest voice, barely more than a breath. It’s part question, part plea.
“Relax, kitten. Just watch the show.”
You hear him take a deeper breath and his hand finds it's way directly against your skin between your thighs. A low, pleased hum leaves his throat that you barely hear.
You start doing mental calculations. It’s very dark, and you’re in private seating, but there is a sold out concert going on. And that thinking is drowned out by the sensation of him touching you.
Sylus picks up the pace now, fingers working deftly in just the way that he knows you like and he holds you tighter against him.
You think you’re doing a pretty good job of pretending to be an upstanding citizen at this moment. Your expression is carefully neutral, though pops of surprise and pleasure occasionally break through. Your breathing is measured as his hand continues to fuck you.
He lowers his head, though it stays angled forward. His lips ghost against your temple as he makes a sound that's almost a growl.
“That’s it. Stay. Just. Like. That.”
You worry that if you attempt to speak, you will not use the appropriate volume or tone. A short, quick nod is all you’re able to manage at the moment and a dazy look in your eyes.
You can feel his dick twitch, brushing against you through the fabric of his pants. And then a second time. On purpose.
You want to grab it. You want to take this further. But you know that you can’t take it that far. Or can you? Your thinking is becoming less and less clear.
He loves how you try to keep your composure. Sylus is carefully attuned to the subtle shifts in your body. He knows you’re going to come for him. He might need it more than you.
Your muscles are tighter, humming with that dull ache that he can sate. And he will. He stretches you, just enough to feel the tension inside you pull a little tighter.
The feeling is sharp at first, trying to control and enjoy yourself, but you continue to breathe through it. He keeps going until the tightness starts to give way, and then locks in the motion. The warmth continues to build under your skin, the unraveling of you.
Your lips part to catch a breath and maybe you make a sound, or maybe you don't, you don’t know, but his free hand snaps onto your mouth. And that's it. You can't take anymore, you close your eyes and let go. Fading into the bliss.
Then someone starts talking into a microphone and you practically jump out of your skin. Your moment cut short and you blink your eyes open. The concert is ending?
Sylus slowly peels his hands away from you with a smug look on his face.
choking after the win · count: 600s · note: smut, breath play, rough · 18+ · nsfw
You have butterflies in your stomach all night. Sylus wins the boxing match, spectacularly, and for a moment those nerves subside until the feeling morphs into something else.
The routine commences after the final bell and as soon as those sharp red eyes land on you, they do not stray. You assume it's a post-fight high that sparks that almost feral glint in his stare, though he seems to be behaving outwardly calm otherwise.
You stay by his side through all the pageantry, the conversations with officials, and his gaze doesn't leave you for a second. You’re not sure if he’s even blinked.
When his dressing room lock clicks, you two are finally alone.
Sylus clears the space between you and the door in a single swift motion. You can’t even get a word out before his mouth is on yours. Then your back hits the wall and he’s pawing at your ass with both hands, pushing his thick growing cock into the front of your hip.
He still wears his gear but you feel his size, bulging beneath the fabric. You attempt to steady yourself, grabbing onto his taunt muscles. He's covered in a thin layer of clean dried sweat. The press of his body on yours and the taste of him are intoxicating.
He kisses you, moving with a need that says even this, your bodies smashed together, isn't close enough for him. Like pinning you here still isn’t enough to satisfy whatever need’s driving him. His long fingers sink roughly in your flesh, pulling at you.
Somewhat abruptly, he steadies himself and slowly eases back. You blink your eyes open with a dazed smile as you catch your breath.
“I want you to know something, kitten.” His words come out measured between his scattered inhales and exhales.
You nod. Your lips part to speak, but one of his hands glides up the front of your body and curls around your neck, silencing you.
Your eyes go wide, your smile taking a mischievous turn, as the urge to say anything fades beneath the thoughts of all the other wonderful things that could happen to you right now.
Sylus clenches his hand, pressure mounting on the sides of your throat, stealing your breath in the best way. His thumb finds the underside of your chin and tilts your face back so he could look in your eyes. He wants, no, he needs to see you clearly.
“I bought you three new dresses.” His expression is smug as he looks down at you, his head tips to gesture over to the other side of the room.
But your eyes don't follow where he's motioning, they stay locked on his. You assume the dresses are in luxurious boxes somewhere you can't see, but you're still not sure what he's implying. Why would he have this kind of gift for you tonight?
Now you're the one who can't look away from him.
Sylus holds you firmly in place. He watches you, thinking you look irresistible when you give into him like this.
You try to recover from the kiss, from the weight of his body anchoring you to the wall, to focus on whatever he’s planning, but his grip around your neck tightens just enough, and you find yourself starting to pant under his control. Your head getting a little lighter.
“One of them will look beautiful on you when we’re done, sweetie,” he croons. He gives you a knowing smile before his momentary display of composure slips away.
He’s kissing you again, ravenously. His hips drive into you with such force, and his dick is so big and so solid, it digs in hard enough to leave a bruise.
With one hand still coiled around your throat, his other hand tears off the clothes you wear like it takes him no effort at all.
you get back in bed · count: 1.2k · note: smut, profanity, soft dom, fluffy · 18+ · nsfw
You left Sylus alone a little less than an hour ago. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself away from him, took a shower, got ready and were quite literally out the door when you realized you didn't have your lipstick. You roll your eyes and mumble to yourself. But then you smile, remembering why it was out of your purse in the first place. Last night was a lot of fun.
You're running late, but you decide to rush back. You try to be quiet as you open the bedroom door just enough to slip into the room, and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark.
His low steady breathing carries across the space. You want to crawl back next to him. You want those big strong arms around you and to melt into him again. But you’re being responsible, you tell yourself. You have plans, you're cutting it close on time, and he needs to sleep.
So you dash over to the nightstand across the room, thinking you'll grab your lipstick and go, but instead an arm suddenly wraps around your waist, pulling at you.
A sound, something between a laugh and a gasp, leaves you at the surprise.
“Mhm. I thought you were leaving?” His voice is rough and his eyes are closed. You can barely pretend to protest against him and the soft sheets before he’s wrapped around you. He laid on his side, effortlessly scooping you up into his broad frame.
“Sorry, Sylus. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whisper and nuzzle into a spot on the front of his throat under the sharp edge of his jaw. He smells so good, and touching him is even better.
“Well, you did.” His voice is slow and flat and he settles more of his weight on you. He is heavy, all encompassing, but you relish in the pressure of him. He continues lazily, “Now it’s your job to entertain me, kitten.”
The deep vibration in his neck is just as clear to you as his words are. That commitment and notion of responsibility seem less important with each passing breath.
“C’mon. You should go to sleep, not be entertained.” This is your attempt at disapproval, and it’s a thin rendition at best. It’s hard to be convincing that you’re pushing your face into him and start stealing random kisses from his pulsepoint.
He groans and shifts until your chest is tight against his, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arm easily spans your entire torso, both pinning you to the mattress and reaching to grab onto your ass.
“But, are you sure, kitten?” He goes still, and there’s a softness in the way he asks you the question. You can’t see his face but you can hear that he’s still only half awake. It's a perfect blend of sweetness and lust, and whatever is left of your resolve basically crumbles.
You justify cancelling by reminding yourself that you usually can’t cancel plans. But today seems like the day to do it. You press a few more kisses to his collarbone, and his breathing shifts in the faintest way in response. You pause, letting your lips linger against him before you speak.
“Okay. Fine. You have to let me go for a minute, though… I need to tell them I’m not showing up and I need to get more comfortable.”
Sylus doesn’t say anything, but huffs at you, and eventually releases you. He lifts his arm and eases onto his back, giving you space to move away.
“Tch. Don’t be long. This bed is too big.” He grumbles when you’re no longer touching and like he isn’t the one who had the thing custom built.
You laugh softly at him and stand, smoothing out your clothes, and you take your phone out of your pocket. You send a quick text, apologizing but not sharing a reason why you can't make it. Then you undress, set your things on the leather chaise in the shadowed room, and climb back onto the bed.
“Okay. I’m here, but you really should get some sleep.”
Sylus hums, low and content, as your skin starts touching his. Your hands glide across his bare chest. You settle half on top of him, half beside him, your legs tangling together. His arms are around you instantly, his hands stretching wide. He's always so warm.
A little moan slips and the want is building in you.
That’s all it takes for him to push his hips into you. You can feel that he’s so hard already, the heat of him radiates against your thigh. One of his hands follows across the curve of your ass, pulling you up, and the other grips at your waist, tilting you in place to straddle him.
“You know what will help me fall asleep?” His voice is almost impatient and he licks at the corner of your mouth. He rests his forehead on yours, his red gaze meeting your eyes in the dark.
The quick taste of him isn’t nearly enough. You lean in and kiss him properly for your answer. You know exactly what he's asking for.
Your lips move with his. Breath mixing. He starts to suck on your tongue and it changes everything in an instant. His urgency melts into yours, your thoughts clouded with the sensation of his body.
Sylus starts to slide himself in you and you let out a faint murmur, but it’s muffled by the way he keeps kissing you. He's getting greedier, hungrier with each quickening heartbeat.
He fills you slowly, completely. It edges on too much but then he starts rocking his hips beneath you. The motion sends you in a haze and you find yourself gripping at his shoulders, bracing against the force of him pumping into you.
It’s like you’re weightless in his hands. His fingers dig in your flesh with perfect pressure, holding you steady above him. Bucking and grinding himself into you, his pace matches your reactions, chasing the sounds you make, and the way you move around him.
He is insatiable. He slows down or slips his dick mostly out of you after you come. He needs you, all of you. And he needs you to come at least once before he does, ideally, more than once.
Time is out of touch for a while. Your nerves are lit up like fire and every part of your body tingles in electric satisfaction. His movements become erratic and you know he’s close. You let out a whimper for him.
“I want you to feel you come, Sylus.”
Almost instantly, he’s even more of a mess, panting and grunting. Those red eyes stare up at you, half-lidded and glazed over. Your name is on his lips when he buries himself in you and a rush of warmth floods your insides.
His hands soften after a moment, falling flat against you, moving across you, stroking your back gently. He blinks and his gaze is in focus again.
You both share a tired, wry smile.
He tilts his chin up and kisses your temple before pulling you down against his chest. One of his hands comes up to slide onto the back of your head and into your hair holding you against him.
