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Sylus, wasn’t used to dreaming, when he slept his brain was normally still and quiet, a moment to recharge and nothing more, but tonight his brain decided to remind him, how horny he was.
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It had started with a soft warm touch, making his cock stand at attention, he needed more, of that gentle loving caress.
“Something wrong?” Your words were soft, almost fuzzy, as he watched you take his measurements.
“No.” He says then teases you. “How are you able to wear such tight clothing?”
The huff you release has him chuckling softly under his breath. He silently watches you as you continue to take his measurements, watching the joy on your face when you get them wrong on purpose and he teases you for it.
When he fixes his clothing and you touch his arm, he looks at you in confusion. “What is it? Are you going to measure my arm too?”
As you deny something bothering you, he quickly grasps your hand, giving you a look before he says “Since we are going together, our outfits should match.”
His lips quirk up in the corner as he watches you blush at the idea of him taking your measurements. Which he planned to do, as he had a slight problem your soft warm hands had caused.
Once he hands his corrects measurements to Luke and Kieran, he pulls you back into the dressing room, for two reasons. He knew you were anxious something, you touching his arm wasn’t by accident, you had been looking for an injury and he knew it.
“So kitten… care to explain why you were touching my arm?” He hums as he moves around you, using the measuring tape to take your measurements.
“I… had a dream you hurt your arm.” You whisper.
“Ah, worried about me are you, sweetie?” His tone was teasing but it warmed his heart that you were worried after having the dream.
“If I say yes?” The words were so soft he had to listen carefully to hear them.
“Then, I’ll have to reward you kitten.” His breath tickles your ear as he leans in, his fingers brushing against your cheek softly.
A slight shiver runs down his spine, at the whimper you make… he knew you needed this as much as he did, but he never expected you to slip down to your knees, “Kitten?”
Looking up at him, he realized he didn’t want control anymore, he could see the desire hazing them, the need you had for him.
“Hold on kitten,” He whispers, as he steps around you to lean against the table he was earlier when you took his measurements. “It’s safer this way.”
He was taller and bigger than you, as you barely stood at his shoulder, he liked to tease you about being short but he never wanted to see you hurt, least of all hurt by his hands.
Settling back, he places his hands on the table again, as he watches you, how you slowly undo his pants and shift to nuzzle his cock through his boxers. “Seems I was right to nickname you kitten.”
The teasing lit in his voice stops the moment you move his boxers out of your way and start stroking his cock with your soft hands. “Kitten… Your hands are warm. The same can be said about your lips?”
Tilting his head back, he lets soft moans and gasps go, your warm hands driving him crazy then he feels that soft wet warmth of your tongue giving the sensitive head of his cock a kitten lick and he almost loses it.
“Fuck… kitten.”
Soon you have your hand around the base of his cock as your mouth works the rest of his cock, praise and moans falling from his lips. He was lost in pleasure, he had needed this, he needed you.
As you pull back just enough to speak, you look up at him, smiling softly. “Enjoying Sylus?”
“Sweetie, a gentleman never complains when a beautiful woman is giving him the best blow job he has had in a long time.” He chuckles then sighs in pleasure as you take him back into your mouth, your hand moving in time with your mouth.
He notices quickly that your mouth and tongue are focusing on teasing his cock head, as you stroke the shaft with your hand. He wasn’t about to complain as this was better than masturbating.
“Just like that.” His murmured encouragement makes you take more of him into your mouth, and you hear the table creak slightly as his grip tightens on it. His hips jump as he tries to stop himself from thrusting deeper into your mouth.
The way your tongue and hand were moving was driving him slowly to madness… he was so close.
“Kitten, if you don’t want me cumming in your mouth, I suggest you stop.” He tries to warn you but you continue, in fact you redouble your efforts giving this blow/hand job combo your all.
“Nnngh… kitten.” Sylus moans loudly as he jerks in pleasure, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you begin to taste a bitter saltiness, but you swallow it anyway, slowly still sucking on his cock, until one of his hands comes to settle on your head. “Sweetie… I’m sensitive.”
Looking up at him, you blink at him, the way his red eyes were glazed over, the blush painting his cheeks and ears, his chest heaving from pleasure, you had never seen something so sexy in your life. The fact you could in a way bring this bad boy to his knees, made you feel powerful.
You let his cock go, and he relaxes, leaning back against the table again, still panting a bit as that cocky smile is still painting his lips.
“You look pleased with yourself, kitten.”
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Sylus, wakes up startled, his breathing rapid, as his breath comes out in panting gasps, blinking his red eyes, the room focuses, he realizes he is in his bedroom, not the changing room at the boutique.
Flopping back he groans, running a hand over his face, his body slowly coming down from the orgasmic high he had.
“Fuck.” He mutters as he realizes he had a wet dream, about you no less. Grumbling to himself, he goes to shower, stopping at the sound of his bedroom doors opening, revealing your sleepy face as if you just woke up as well.
“What brings you here at this time of the day kitten?” He asks leaning against the wall in a way that won’t give away his current issue of being covered in his own semen.
“Strange dream, while I was taking a nap.” You answer, yawning, before you move, so you can snuggle up to him like the kitten he calls you.
“Ah, kitten.” Sylus stiffens then relaxes, realizing in your sleepy haze you won’t notice. “What was your dream about?”
“I can’t remember… but I do remember you said ‘Your hands are warm. The same can be said about your lips?’ In it.” You nuzzle closer to him, the heat of your aroused state coming off of your body
“You… we… interesting.” Sylus murmurs as he picks you up and lays you down on his bed. “Seems, we had the same dream kitten… the question is… how far are you willing to go?”
Looking at him with your sleepy, desire glazed eyes, the moment you open your arms to him, he falls into them.
“I need you, kitten.”
“I need you too, Sylus.” You whisper, as you cup his cheek. “So do my lips feel as warm as my hands?”
You close the distance between the two of you and kiss him, loving the feel of his body and lips against yours.
“Your lips… are much warmer than your hands, sweetie.” He murmurs against your lips as he gets lost in what made you, you.
There was very little finesse in how Sylus removed your clothing, you could tell he just wanted you naked and now. When you finally are he sighs, it’s almost unheard but you see it more than hear it.
But when he finally pulls his clothing off, you notice something, he has a sheen on his lower abdomen that wasn’t there before, and in the low light of his room you get worried.
“Sylus, are you hurt?” The words are soft as you reach out to touch him, but he stops your hand as soon as he notices where it is heading.
“No… Though, it is your fault I am a mess, sweetie.” He huffs a soft laugh as he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers one by one. “Our little shared dream, was one of the wet variety.”
Your cheeks flush a pretty pink colour as his words sink into your brain and you realize that he in fact like you had a wet dream. “I wasn’t the only one.”
That wicked grin he has when he desires something comes out and he is on you, kissing you again, as his hands move you into the most comfortable position for the two of you because he so much taller than you. Slipping a pillow under your hips, he then slowly enters you, a soft groan of pleasure ringing in your ears, just as your gasp rings in his.
“You’re tight kitten.” The words are breathy and soft as he starts to move in a gentle thrusting rhythm, slowly easing in and out of you. “Am I your first?”
“No, it’s just been a while.” Your nails claw at his back, while you arch up against him, soft whimpers and pleading whines sounding in the back of your throat.
“Shhh… I have you kitten, you can fall.” To prove his point he nestles his body closer to yours, one arm close to your side, as the other wraps lightly around your head, his long fingers gently tangling into your hair.
“Sylus.” You can only whimper his name, given how much pleasure he has running through your system. Wriggling, writhing and squirming under him, you whine in the back of your throat trying to get him to move faster and harder.
“I know what you need sweetie, and I’m going to take my sweet time… this is our first time after all.” Sylus murmurs as he leans in to kiss you, only it wasn’t your first time together, but at the same time it was as you didn’t remember him and everything you share.
Continuing to move at that slow, gentle pace he had set, he kisses you, making sure to keep his body close yours, not completely pinning you to the bed, but close enough.
“Cum kitten.” He could see the pleasure on your face, feel your nails digging into his shoulders, the way your thighs were trembling and trying to hold on to his hips but failing, no matter how tight you were squeezing them, with your feet resting on his lower back.
The moment the tension snaps you cry out and try to twist from under him, “Sylus!”
“I’m here sweetie, I’m right here.” He murmurs as he presses himself closer to you, his breath coming in soft pants, his cheeks flushed with desire, as the tension inside of him snaps, groaning softly as he cums, “Kitten…”
Once you both come down from the orgasmic high, you realize he is watching you, his red eyes soft and loving, making you blink, tilting your head in a silent question.
“Sleep, I’ll be right here kitten.” He moves so you are both on your sides, his much larger body, curled around yours as your forehead is resting lightly on his chest.
He sighs, as his body relaxes, feeling you fall asleep in his arms, your soft breathing and even, soothing the restless he feels at not telling you about your shared past. It might be cruel but he, was for now protecting you both.
Closing his eyes, he holds you closer hoping he never has to let you go again, but for now, here in the privacy of his bedroom, he was content to show you, him, the man behind the rough and ruthless leader of Onychinus. He had done all of this to protect you after all, and he would continue to protect you.
“I’m here, kitten.” He murmurs sleepily as you shift and whine in your sleep. “I’ve always been here.”
As you settle down, he silently vows to himself that he will continue to always be here for you, even if it is protecting you from the shadows, like he had been doing before you stumbled into the N109 Zone, but for now, you both deserved a much needed nap.