oh to have sylus boosting your confidence by getting you to repeat affirmations in front of a mirror while he body worships you, face between your thighs or pressed against your back with his cock nestled deep inside you, nudging further in every time you deny a compliment
getting annoyed with Sylus and calling him an idiot under your breath and just hearing him inhale sharply from across the room, clothes already coming off while he begs you to call him more mean names 🚬
🔞 — #Sylus really wants to see what you bought during your shopping spree
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Sylus rarely finds it hard to sit still.
He's a professional. Dealings in conference rooms or secretive alleys aren't new to him. He can keep his composure when staring down faces he knows are dangerous. Because he can render them vulnerable with a single flick of his wrist.
You, on the other hand, are the one who can control Sylus with a single eyebrow raise.
And yet, he can never sit still in these situations.
"This is the second set," you call out from behind his door before stepping out, the smile very much audible. "It was more expensive."
Sylus doesn't need to ask. He knows you used his card because he got the notification of the charges. One after another, digit after digit. But it's all superficial to him. The only reason he put the notifications on his phone is so he knows you're treating yourself under his dime.
"Let me see, doll." His breath quickens as soon as he gets a peek of your calf, and he can barely keep himself rooted to his couch when you strut towards him in a beautiful black lingerie set.
Ruby red glows as he stares up at you, one hand cupping the back of your thigh to bring you closer. "This is all for me?" He teases, acting relaxed against the back of the sofa, but you know he's not exactly calm from the slow massage he's giving you.
"All for you..." You trail off, hitching one leg up beside his hip, giving him the best view of your lace panties and how beautifully they hug your body. "Want me to give it to someone else?"
That pulls a laugh from Sylus. It's amusing, really, the idea of this — of you — being for someone else.
Silence echoes, and in those spaces, Sylus fills it with wet, gentle kisses along the inside of your thigh. He's leisurely with his attentions, warming up your skin from the chill of his penthouse, yet never letting his gaze stray from yours.
"I don't know if anyone else could handle your chaos, kitten." Sylus sighs, his breath fanning out across your slick skin.
You feel powerful like this, standing over your boyfriend while he's staring so intensely from below. Like he's worshipping you with his eyes. But it isn't until your fingers thread through his white hair that the red disappears, and he nuzzles into your thigh.
"You look beautiful like this," Sylus mumbles, turning his head to focus on making sure no inch of you goes unkissed. He's already aching in his grey sweatpants, but nothing compares to the breathy chuckle you let slip as he gets closer and closer to your pussy.
"And you look handsome like this." You compliment him back, lightly scratching at his scalp and smiling when he almost groans in satisfaction. "But you know what would make you more handsome?"
Sylus hums. "Hmmmmm, and what would that be, beautiful?" His voice is deeper, huskier, more rich.
In one quick movement, you plant your knees on either side of his hips, sitting down fully in his lap and feeling the hard bulge underneath. Sylus grunts, hands immediately going to cup your behind.
"See?" You whisper, eyes tracing the curve of his nose, the sly smirk on his face, and the pulsing red of one eye. "Much more handsome."
Instead of words, Sylus responds with a kiss, with roaming hands, and with the explicit movements of a man starving for you who is ready to deliver whatever you need.
And right now? All you need is him.
Khaosi sovereign Sylus pulling you aside at an empire banquet into a small closet just so he can hike your dress up around your hips and vent his frustrations out on you with his cock so deep you feel it in your throat. pounding you into the wall with his hand over your mouth because he’ll be damned if anyone else gets to hear those sounds that are just for him. speaking in a low growly voice and telling you about how much he’s been wanting to take you all night after seeing other people flirt shamelessly with you in front of your soon-to-be husband. making sure he leaves a mark that just shows above the high collar of your dress and interlocking your fingers when he ruts up into you just so he can hear the clink of your rings as they hit one another with each thrust. making you cum again and again until your legs wobble beneath you and suddenly, her majesty has to retire to her chambers for the night where you know sleep will be the last thing you’ll be getting with how jealous and riled up he is.
dragon sylus rubbing the side of his face, his scales, against your cheek and essentially scent marking you. he’s making sure everyone knows that he is yours of course. him desperately marking your neck and inhaling your scent while he ruts against your thigh. babbling almost incoherently about how much he wants to please you, to please let him have you, let him breed you. whimpering and whining once he’s sheathed inside you about how pretty you look, how perfect you fit around him, how beautiful you’d look carrying his babies. stuffed full with both his cocks, your belly bulging with each thrust. his claws framing that bulge perfectly each time. sylus growing more and more needy the closer he gets and he keeps asking you, begging you to let him cum inside. then when he finally lets go, fills you even more until sticky white spills down your thighs, he’s teary-eyed and wrapping his arms and tail around you so tightly, kissing you feverishly.