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“Wait…you’re hard?” He watched your eyes widen and an amused expression filled his face as he pressed a finger against his temple, tapping periodically.
“Of course I am, sweetie. It’s only natural.” Sylus’ smooth voice felt like butter, adding onto the warm and cosy atmosphere. He leaned in towards you, close enough for your heart to skip a beat yet agonisingly far to feel his warm breath on your lips.
“Do you really expect me to have no reaction when you touch me like this?” He raised an eyebrow.
You felt yourself heating up though internally you were screaming at yourself to calm down; you hadn’t realised your touch could be taken in another way, more than just simple teasing affections.
And now that the resulting action was this, you wanted to bury your face deep into his chest so he couldn’t see how embarrassed you felt—but of course, now all too aware that that might also be interpreted the wrong way, you could only pray that the subtle clenching of your fists and biting onto your inside cheek would be enough to keep the blush at bay.
“I..I didn’t touch you in any erogenous zone.” You replied back defiantly, your one attempt to somehow…make this go away. You groaned when the words ‘erogenous zone’ came out of your mouth, it sounded like something a wilful teenager would say (or perhaps from a cold doctor) and that was not what you wanted.
His deep laugh derailed all train of thoughts and your eyes glanced up to meet his, so naturally and innocently that you thought you saw his bulge twitching.
“Sweetie, how do I put this?” His gaze trained on you as the corner of his lips curled into a smirk—something you had grown to love but in this moment, it was making something in you throb. “With your…lover, any area could easily become your so-called erogenous zone.”
“Perhaps a demonstration would be..helpful.” There was a mischievous glint in Sylus’ eyes, and instinctively as he leaned closer, you leaned further back into the couch.
Your eyes followed his hand as he reached towards you, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his finger. His expression softened for a second as he looked at it, there was only tenderness in his eyes.
“So soft like a kitten.” His murmuration made your breath hitch in your throat and pulled his attention onto you again. “Hm?” He hummed questioningly at this, and you realised he hadn’t registered what he just said.
“…nothing.” Averting your gaze, you tried not to think about the fact that those words had slipped out of his mouth like a love-drunk fool—
Onychinus’ fearsome leader.
Always alert.
Annoyingly three steps ahead at all time.
—had somehow been so distracted by stroking your cheek that he wasn’t even aware he said those things.
And god does this make your poor heart accelerate.
With a turn of his wrist, Sylus was now cupping your cheek; his thumb rubbing softly and his touch spreading warmth throughout your skin.
“Kitten.” His deep voice called out seductively—or at least, that’s what it felt like to you (but then again, he could be calling you Lemonette and it would still sound seductive).
“Y-Yes?”
You weren’t sure why you were stuttering.
Hell, you weren’t sure why you even responded to that.
His gaze dropped from your cheek to your lips and he moved his thumb closer and closer, his eyes would meet yours before being drawn back to your lips. After the third time of this, you realised he was checking to make sure you were comfortable with his touch.
That realisation made you throb so badly between your legs and you shifted slightly, silently acknowledging the start of you being a wet mess.
Sylus’ thumb stopped right in the center of your bottom lip. Your eyes meet but neither one of you breaks the silence. Somewhere further in the room, Mephisto was cawing.
Then his eyes trailed down as he pressed his thumb into your lips, he quickly released it before brushing gently against your lip instead; but that single moment was enough to tell you how much he really wanted you.
There was an unfamiliar feeling of loss when his thumb went back to caressing your cheek, and you were still committing his touch to your memory when he finally spoke.
“Have I proven my point?” His voice was a deep rumble as his eyes strayed distractedly to your cheek.
“No, you haven’t.” You replied back, persistently refusing to back down. “Besides, you touched my lips so that doesn’t count.”
Your words amused him and he leaned back for a moment and withdrew his hand. “Is that so?” He murmured and you nodded insistently.
“That is so.”
Your petulant reply drew out that deep laugh of his, the one that sounded like it came straight from his diaphragm; like you had managed to make not just him, but his whole being laugh.
But before you even had time to shelf this laugh away in your memory timeline, his hand was now on your kneecap.
Your eyes widened as you stared at how large his hand was, how perfect they looked, the way his veins protruded when he squeezed just the slightest, how his fingers looked so slender and long, and how they would feel in——
“If I recall correctly…the kneecaps are a non-erogenous zone.” Sylus’ words interrupted your brain’s descend into madness over his damn hands.
Without waiting for your reply, he squeezed your knee once more and closed the distance coolly. His smirk widened when he noticed you gulping.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” Sylus watched you attentively, that glint in his eyes seemed to grow more intense. “You’re not feeling anything, are you?” He paused, waiting for a reply.
He watched as you remained mum and seemingly satisfied with that, continued on with increased cockiness.
“After all, it is a non-erogenous zone, isn’t it?”
You bit your bottom lip, telling yourself that after today, the N109 zone would have to be a gentrified, law-abiding nation before you ever utter those damn words again.
Sylus chuckled at your pouty, sullen look. His hand slipped from your knee to the small of your back, making you look up in surprise.
“They say a cat’s tail is also an erogenous zone—“
“I’m hereby declaring a ban on those words.”
“What’s the matter? Is my demonstration of your erogenous zone and non-erogeno—“
Your hands shot up instantly, covering his mouth; effectively stopping him from speaking but you could still tell he was smirking beneath it.
“Those words are banned! Sylus!” You sulked and jutted out your lips in a feigned upset manner.
You knew he could never resist it when you made that face. Or when you said his name that way.
Sylus closed his eyes and chuckled before opening them again and nodding, giving in to your declaration. He raised both hands up in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright. I’ll tell Luke and Kieran to spread the word that those words are now banned in the N109 zone.” He said it casually, but his eyes revealed a tenderness that was solely reserved for you.
“As I was saying…” His hand found its way onto your lower back again, this time way lower than before.
“The cat’s tail is…” He paused, chuckling at your deadly glare before continuing on. “…one of—if not the most sensitive spot.”
“Why don’t we figure out where exactly your tail is, kitten…” He said in a low voice before leaning in till his lips were grazing your ear, and his hand slid down to caress your soft curve.
“…and put that to the test?”