“And whose fault is that?”
Finale Undone
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The funny part is the kindled stops when they are still in the doorway, but the narration says they were on the *sofa* when the movie spit MC and Sylus back out
🔞 Sylus has time and he loves to spend it taking things slowly with you, but when you’re looking this good in an outfit you finally let him pay for, he has a hard time exercising restraint.
Sylus probably loves sitting down sex…especially when he’s got his hands tied up behind him.
He likes it when you crawl onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders as you slowly sink yourself down onto him while capturing his lips in a slow and sensual kiss.
He likes being restrained and letting you have full control over yours and his pleasure.
He likes it when you push against his shoulders to sit him back, placing a palm on his thigh for support as you start to bounce on him riding him with a pace that has his head falling back with a low moan.
He likes it when you start losing momentum because it gives him the perfect opportunity to adjust his position in the seat, moving down to plant his feet firmly onto the floor and thrust his hips up into you to meet your movements.
He likes it when you ultimately surrender, clinging to him and burying your face into the crook of his neck with soft whimpers as you feel him start to swell inside of you, mere minutes before his hips snap up with a hard thrust before spilling everything he has and giving it to you.
And when it’s over? He’s flicking off his restraints with his evol, standing with him still inside you as he scoops your thighs up with his hands and circles them around his waist before carrying you off to the bed for another round.
#sylusmc 🔞 | dryhumping
you sneaked into sylus’s office while he was looking through some papers. he fixed the glasses on his nose, and you couldn’t help but think about how sexy he looked when he was in his full working mode.
#LoveandDeepspace#Sylus
you set the pace, riding sylus at an agonizing slowness that leaves him completely unraveled. he’s so far gone, driven by a consuming, feral need to feel your body, unable to keep his hands in one place for more than a second. his grip on your waist is desperate, bruising, but he can't stay there—he craves every inch of you.
his palms slide hungrily up your ribs to cup and squeeze your breasts, before drifting up to rough your face, catching at your lips, then tearing away to caress down across your stomach. his nails graze your skin, leaving a burning trail before he grabs your ass to pull you down flush against his grinding hips, his fingers digging deep before palming down the curve of your thighs.
he feels so good, until he feels too good. his ragged breathing matches the frantic beat of your heart and echoes your moans. sylus throws his head back, a wrecked groan tearing from his throat as he comes hard inside you, his arms snapping around your waist to yank you down tight, crushing you flesh to flesh.
had a thought about how Sylus loves seeing you desire & want him so much, spreading your legs wide apart and telling him that you need him inside you so bad that you're already so wet for him. Then he cums in his pants immediately upon seeing you in that state, with his nose
“You really needed this, huh?”
A breathy chuckle answers your teasing, followed by a sharp thrust from below. The sudden motion has your eyes rolling and your jaw falls slack as Sylus’ name falls, mixed with a slurred swear. His rough palms roam down the expanse of your back, taking his time to caress your skin until he finds his hold on your waist. His knee hikes up for a moment and sends you sprawling across his chest. The change in angle has his cock spearing up further into you and you moan loudly against his neck.
“Bastard,” you chastise, hitting his shoulder weakly.
Sylus bites your neck in retaliation while his arms pull you further into his embrace. His family warmth encompasses your entire body and the intoxicating floral scent that emanates from his fills your senses.
“I did need this, terribly so, kitten. So, will you be a good girl and keep helping me hm?”
His words send shivers down your spine. Planting your hands against his broad pecs, you steady yourself as you lift up onto your knees. Sylus’ breaths grow heavy as he watches his cock emerge from your folds shiny with your slick. His ears deepen in their reddish hue and as he watches your brows furrow in concentration, he can’t help the deep whine that rumbles beneath your fingertips. Your walls flutter in the absence of his thick cock, already missing the way he stretches you just so. With your palm firmly over his thumping heartbeat, your other hand glides through his sweaty strands as you yank his head back to expose his neck. His prominent Adam��s apple bobs as he swallows. You lean down and as your teeth bite down on the sensitive skin stretched thinly over the bump, you slam your hips down simultaneously. Sylus fills you in one swift motion and stars swim across your vision. It takes a moment for you to realise the warmth that shoots into you, coating your walls in a sticky white.
“Hah. What a good kitten.”
Sylus’ long fingers in your mouth while he fucks you hard and slow, feeling every inch of his cock while he talks you through every inch and tells you that his fingers are the only thing that will quiet you when you’re being a noisy kitten
okay im done with my sadposting so we are back to horny sylusting (sylus lusting if you will)
anyway, think about giving Sylus the sloppiest, messiest blowjob right as he finishes his work so he’s probably tired, on the verge of a tension headache, his neck aches and his patience is balancing on a needlepoint. he comes home to you, his sanctuary, and he just bundles you into his arms and you can already feel the tension melting away from his body. so you sit him down on the couch, get him his favourite drink and you watch as his eyes flutter close, cold glass in hand while your fingers knead and push the knots out of his broad shoulders. Sylus immediately sensing your ulterior motives because he knows you too well and he knows where it’s going when your hands start ‘innocently’ moving lower down the front of his chest. buttons popped open, his chest exposed, hair messy from your fingers running through it. and he lets his guard down completely under your touch. he sinks further into the comfy couch cushions, his legs open wider and he keens into every soft touch of your fingers. he hears you kneel between his thighs, feels your nails running up the inside of them and he nearly chokes on his drink when your hand cups him through his dress pants.
a low ‘kitten’ said in that deep growl of his that has the hair on the back of your neck standing with anticipation - it’s a warning that his patience is not its usual length today. his head lulling back against the cushions while you squeeze and rub him through his pants until he’s tenting so hard you nearly worry that he’ll poke through. Sylus hissing softly under his breath when you finally free him from his confines, your soft touch wrapped around his cock. that needy whine that comes from the back of his throat when your mouth finally wraps around the tip, his hips bucking up without meaning to. a breathy ‘sorry’ and a gentle pat atop your head before he settles in and simply enjoys what he’s about to be in for. his drink condensing and becoming watery because he just doesn’t care anymore when you’ve got him halfway down your throat, spit drips down the sides of his cock and pools where his pants have been shoved down unceremoniously. his cock twitching everytime you moan around him. Sylus whimpering when he peeks from his heavy lidded gaze and sees you staring up at him from beneath your lashes, lips stretched obscenely around him. Sylus chanting about how good you are to him, how he loves you so, how close he is.
swallowing around his leaking tip, the distinct musky taste of him on your tongue before thick, sticky, hot ropes of cum coat your mouth. Sylus groaning your name, his body becoming lax while his chest heaves. his skin blushed bright red beneath his dishevelled clothing.
then familiar energy wrapping around your body as he lifts you with his evol onto his lap, ready to return the favour until every last bit of tension is released from his body.