You could sing it here. Or we can book a karaoke room later.
( not that he can't sing it in front of others, but a part of her feels... possessive? that she should be the only one who can have this side of sylus, to enjoy that ease and happiness, because it occurs to her that he has so few outlets for release and relaxation.
my dragon.
the thought comes suddenly, unbidden, a twinge in her chest that surprises her. back to the gem, however, her mind is turning over the potential cost; she is no jeweler, but even she can admit that the artistry of the earrings is exquisite. instinctively, she takes his hand, slotting her fingers through his and squeezing gently.
she doesn't stop there, because she's lifting their joined hands up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss, and another to his knuckles, eyes lidded. she's pretty sure the earrings cost more than her house, if his spending habits and frankly obscene wealth is anything to go by. )
They are beautiful, thank you. I'm going to have to put them in a safe. What if I end up losing them too? I might have to burn the world down.
[ even if it wasn't meant to be possessive, he'd like to think it is. while her agency and desires were the most important to him, it didn't mean that he'd like to be the one her thoughts stray back to, almost like an addiction, or... a curse. the spark in her eyes, the passion she shows...
he looks over at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly, before they flick back to the road. when he feels her squeeze his hand, her fingers interlaced with his, he seems oddly content. though, when he feels her lips against them, he feels a bit warmer. it's soft and gentle, and reminds him a lot of...
"this is how humans show their love." ]
Do what you want with them. Wear them as much as you want, or don't. [ that's always been her right. ] And if your wish is to burn the world down, you'll need an accomplice. [ he's not serious... unless she is, but there's that small shake of his head, as if he finds the concept alone endearing enough. ]
( she muses. the garnet of his eyes capture the light so beautifully, and she's distracted for just a moment, catching herself admiring the chiseled profile of his jawline, his nose, the flutter of silver-white hair.
oh, he truly is a beauty.
she squeezes his hand for a moment before she lets go, but not before meaningfully placing it in her lap while she opens the box again, putting on the earrings he'd given her. first the left, then the right.
they gleam, catching the light the way his eyes have, the same shade of vivid red, and she feels marked by him, so much like a curse. )
Thank you.
( she's squirming to kiss his cheek! then she settles back into her seat, her mind turning back to something she'd been meaning to ask him. )
Back when we first met, the things you said and did, it's as if you've known me. I've always wanted to know, is there another me out there?
[ when he feels the warmth of her fingers dissipate, his gaze follows her for a second, only to see her putting on the earrings. as he thought, they suited her well. maybe in another world, in another space it could have mirrored the red of a venomous flower. a flower so poisonous in fact that it would be capable casting a veil of an illusion over the two, of times where they shared affections so deep, they were enough to drown.
ironically, isn't he still steeped in those same very emotions? he feels a prickle of something in his chest, especially as she leans in to plant a kiss on his cheek. ] Do you think the world could handle another you? [ he already has his hands full with one kiyomi, even if there being two would be...
he shakes his head, a small, maybe slightly poignant smile on his lips. clearly desiring to keep it vague. who knew the person who could curse him with such passion could be here, inquiring about their past. ] If that's what you want to think, I won't stop you. [ with her settled back in her seat, he places a careful hand on her ear. his fingers trailing along her ear lobe, before his finger touches the backing of her earrings. ]
( in the late afternoon light, kiyomi finds herself struck with nostalgia. the way sylus looks at her is its own brand of bittersweet, filling her heart with an impossible longing. in another world, in another space, she tumbles with him amidst fields of flowers, resplendent in red and gold.
she knows the question isn't quite correct, remembers the awfulness of his words before, the heartache of loss. you must press on,, she remembers him saying, but can't quite pinpoint when, and the poignancy of his smile tugs on her heart.
she leans into him with a quiet sigh, her heart skipping a beat under his touch. the car races along, but within its confines is a world all their own. )
Mmm, I might know a little of that. ( she laughs softly, then... )
I remember some pieces of you. ( she finally admits, the dangle of her earrings and the ghost of his touch making her crave more. she reaches for his hand, grasping it so she can rub her cheek against his palm, much like a spoiled cat. ) And how fond you were of flowers... am I wrong?
[ her warmth is a nice reminder that they both existed in the present. when he sees her from his peripherals, his gaze lingers longer than it should. does she really remember now? strangely his own body seems to react to her words more than it should, whether it be the rise in temperature, or in the way it feels tight, almost restricting in the center of his chest. even now, it feels like he's putting his heart on full display, and it's an odd sensation; a vulnerability he never knew existed, except in moments like these.
her words are just as soft as the skin he touches, and often peppers his kisses on. he fingers curl as they trace over her skin, until she grabs hold of it. as always, there was something incredibly endearing about it, and it's hard to look away. there's something incredibly soft in his expression.
a look on his countenance that was entirely reserved for her and her alone. ] You're wrong. [ he says, but the tone of his voice painfully tender. ] It wasn't the flowers I was fond of. [ he turns to look at her. gradually, the cars lulls into stop at the light; just the quiet sounds of the engine filling the space between them. then he leans in and presses his lips against her forehead. the softest gesture, paired with a small tug of a smile on his lips. ]
I don't have to tell you what that means, right? I've already communicated with my eyes.
( she will never forget what he looks like in this moment, when he looks at her like that, so tender, so soft, that for a moment there is a powerful sense of deja vu — she's seen him like this before, with a flower in his hair and her heart overflowing with love.
one soul, split into two.
her breath catches, her expression faltering as she remembers his face, right down to the depths of her soul. my dragon, something in her murmurs, but instead of distress and fear, it's... it's wonder, it's heartache, it's loss. it's seeing his heart offered up to her like this, the way it has before.
the way he speaks to her hurts, the kiss a brand on her skin, and before she knows it, it's tears that streak down her cheeks, unto his fingers. )
You don't have to. ( her lips brush across the pads of his fingers. ) I had you before. I remember how happy we were.
[ sylus isn't sure if it's a comfort to know she remembers, if just because he feels a whole flood of other emotions alongside it. it's difficult not to. maybe this is merely a sign that her curse was effective. almost unbearably so. so much so, in fact, that it weaseled its way into every single inch of him, festering just below the surface like an open wound below scarred tissue. despite the composure he was always shows, there's a flicker of something else in his eyes.
as much as she remembers. he wants her to want him and desire him so wholly.
after all, was she not also the one who lured a dragon into her carefully crafted trap? who made him forget what he essentially was. though, he had lived as a dragon much longer, her existence laid out the biggest impact, and he feels it in the area of his abdomen in which once held her blade.
still, he shakes it off. ] Happy... [ the smile stays on his lips, in spite of them both being aware of how this tale ends. ]
That's not wrong. [ ... ] How about now?
[ he still holds her hand in his, his fingers also moving to squeeze the tips of each of her fingers. as if memorizing the distance and feel of each one; from knuckle to joint to her delicate fingertips. as if to compare memories of the old to this one. ]
( she can see it, that unfamiliar look in his eyes, the yearning, a whole world of unspoken emotion that she cannot put a name to. sylus looks different, softer, like he's searching again for something inside of her that he couldn't find the first time around.
she understands it better now, his impatience and roughness with her in the beginning. theirs had been a meeting full of misunderstandings, mistrust and frustration, and look at them now. happy, he says, but kiyomi knows that's not even remotely the end of it. no, because why then would there be tears, as if the past her is weeping for something long lost.
theirs is a tragedy, she knows, but the truth of that seems so vast, so cavernous that a part of her fears digging further, only to find devastation and heartbreak. she can feel the way he's touching her, squeezing, memorising. )
Now, too. More than before.
( moved, and she cups his face, leaning forward further to kiss him fully, pressing her mouth to his firmly, her hand sliding to cup the back of his head. she pulls away, leaving just the barest space between both their lips. )
[ akin to back then, when she looks at him with an equal depth of emotions, he feels something stirring from deeply within him. while he's long come to terms with the concept of a "monster" being unable to truly become a human— when he looks into her eyes, he feels like such considerations were inconsequential. that maybe it was okay to live in the veil of illusion that he could also live like she had. being on the surface instead of the shadows of the n109 zone seems to amplify this sentiment, illustrating to him what this life could have looked like for skye the fruit vendor (jk, he could never) and kiyomi.
seeing her smile bathed in the light of day. yet, opposite to what he thought, she is now sitting here, shedding tears, and he can't help but give a small huff. he brushes his fingers across her eyelashes, as if to catch the tears before they fell, and he brushes his thumbs across the delicate curve of her eyelids and cheek. ]
In the end, dragons inevitably become enslaved by the desires of humans, turning into true monsters. [ but, he was happy. is happy.
having sought her out was worth it. even through the tumultuous path of getting to where they're currently at. of ultimatums, or even of her initial disgust that burned him more than the ire or cheers of the humans who sought to have destroyed him. still, even those sensations seem numbed now with enough time between them, and most importantly, of the sorceress, now hunter who remains within his touch. before he knows it, he feels her lips and he also wraps his arms around her. ]
You're the only one who makes me feel like this.
[ that it was okay to seek out these moments, instead of simply standing out the outside looking in as if he were no more than a bystander. that he wasn't just visiting the stalls every new years in hopes of seeing a glimmer of human desires that weren't encapsulated by just lust and greed— but, something far more hopeful.
they shouldn't be doing this at the light, but he can't stop himself either. one hand comes up to cup the nape of her neck as he kisses her more hungrily this second time around. as if to put in the emotions from the past year into them. ]
( she asks quietly against his lips, her heart still soaring with love and loss, the soul-echo of her past sorceress self reaching for him, connecting with every kiss. she responds with equal passion, pressing up against him and trying very hard not to bump into the stick shift. absently, she's aware that the light's turned green, and there a chorus of horns are starting up. slow at first, but then more insistent.
kiyomi has a choice to make, to pull away from this kiss, so heated, so passionate that it reaches all the way to her toes, seared into her heart, or she can —
— she clumsily presses the switch for the passenger window, and blindly indicates for them to go around them, goddammit. without missing a beat, she licks into her mouth with a soft, yearning little noise. she doesn't yet understand the very depths of his emotions and thoughts, but she's on the way there. she wants to know more, but at this time, sylus' kiss is incredibly distracting, and only just barely edges out... well, everything else that they can be doing.
she feels silly for shedding tears, but that's swept aside in favour of all the ways she wants to make it up to him, to shred the tragedy of their shared past into pieces and replace it with this life, them, and sylus' chance at happiness. now, the people don't look at him with disgust, they don't celebrate his death — her free hand comes around to smooth over his shoulder, where a part of her is aware a wing was, and she nuzzles into him.
the moment, however, is wrecked by a swearing motorist who's rudely swerving around their vehicle, and with a burst of sharp irritation, kiyomi grunts and slams the hazard light signal before flipping the red-faced man the bird, pursuing sylus for another hungry kiss.
sorry, they have more pressing things to do than to obey traffic laws. )
[ is enslave the right word, however when he just as much desires to be shackled to her, in the same way she may be to him? in sensing the same amount of want and yearning from her, he seems to regain this sense of confidence in her choice. sylus had always valued her agency when it comes to making these decisions. while she may have cursed him, he would have still wanted for her to choose him of her own volition. wouldn't it have been pointless otherwise?
still, he revels in where their inclinations overlap; the purity in their primal impulses, being lost in the pleasure of desire... these were all things he's always wanted. he can hear them in the soft noises she makes, or even in the way they meet again in a flurry of kisses, saliva on the corner of their lips. as much as the beeping behind them was incessant, so were their tongues. the slick and velvety soft sensation overrules any desire to move the car, or to exact vengeance on those who are clearly attempting to get them hit the accelerator. at least he put the car into park when she hits the hazards.
with her irritation, his fingers touch her brows which seemed to tense up, before he takes her into his arms again. his fingers move from her face to the side of her neck, to her shoulders. they come to briefly touch her chest, before they rest on her hip. he touches her as much as he's able to in this close, but confined space. ]
Such impatience, even though I'm already yours. [ he pulls away, just barely whispering next to her ear. ]
If you keep going, there might not be any turning back. [ not just for their relationship, either. his arousal is clear, even through his pants, and did she really want to risk being caught here in broad daylight with the boss of onychinus? ]
( has she? perhaps she has enslaved him — he is hers, and she belongs to him in turn. she chooses, each and every time, to come to him, to claim him as her own. after all, there is value is fighting for the one person that she truly desires; and sylus know that better than anyone else.
he is her prize, her beloved, the man that she craves even when his kisses are still warm on her lips, pleasure like warm honey in her veins, settling sweetly in her chest. she's licking her lips when they part, chasing the taste of him. then his fingers gently touch the crease in her brows, and she can't help but relax and melt into him, even if it's uncomfortable when he's just so big and this ridiculously expensive, sexy car is still.
she's making a soft, impatient sound, her cheeks and ears burning up before she pulls back, her gaze going right down to where he's tenting his trousers. that cock clearly demands attention and release, but it's his words that make her shiver with anticipation and yearning. sylus is already hers, but now he is still out of reach.
she makes a choice, settling into her seat, but her hand is resting high on his thigh, fingers barely brushing against the bulge while she gives the boss of onychinus' leg a meaningful squeeze. )
And still I want you more than ever. Drive much faster, or I'm going to test just how good you are at driving with my mouth wrapped tight around you.
( she's not sure if the threat of giving him road head might backfire, but she's eager to find out. )
[ the car was clearly a misguided choice; a choice made where he may have been overly confident, perhaps even a touch arrogant in regards to his self-restraint. apparently, neither of them actually have it.
from just her suggestion, he feels himself twitch, and he shifts in his seat, as if to re-adjust (no, it is to re-adjust). it's hard not to toy with the idea of taking his chances here, and it likely shows in the slow and methodical gaze that lingers on her body. eyeing her from her head to her thighs, and then back to his own space, in which she squeezes onto his leg. he swallows down a hard breath of air, as if just that movement alone was enough to send a wave of pleasure in him. maybe it's not a stretch. is it the motion that he's sensitive to, or is it the acute way in which he's thinking of what else he wants to do to her.
or in turn, what she plans to do to him. if her words were meant to get him back on track— ] Once we're in the N109 Zone, no one cares about speed limits, or driving in the lines. [ though, do the people of the n109 zone condone people receiving [redacted] while they drive? probably not.
while he does put the car into drive, he places his hand on top of hers. but is it his goal to rile her up, or to stop her? he moves her hands right on top of it. well, he's never been one to play coy when it comes to entertaining his ( sylus voice ) dragon li. ]
( speaking of misguided choices, being in this sexy little luxury car while getting horny is definitely one of them. but it makes it all the more exciting; the challenge of giving sylus road head while he drives is new, exhilarating and incredibly dangerous, and what are they if not a reckless pair?
they've jumped off buildings together, right? surely doing something carnal in public wouldn't be a problem... right? but then sylus challenges that notion by looking at her like that, intense crimson eyes just short of undressing her, which makes her catch a breath and subconsciously fiddle with her skirt. )
Eyes on the road, you.
( she tells him nonetheless, mouth dry when she just about understands what he means to do. she presses her thighs together, her mind already working in overdrive, desire roiling under a barely-calm surface. sylus' hand is its own surprise, and she blinks when he guides her right over the bulge of his cock, where she can feel the heat of his arousal. but you see, kiyomi isn't one to back down, and that brazenness makes her laugh a little, eyes bright and affectionate.
she curls her fingers to massage him through his finely-tailored trousers, taking her time to enjoy the shape of him in her hand. this time, however, she ups the ante and unzips him, light fingers creeping inside the zippered opening to gently rub the girth of his shaft over those soft briefs. )
You have to obey them right now. Think you can handle that? Because... maybe I want to play with you now.
[ her words alone are enough to elicit anything but the desire to keep his eyes on the road. however, his eyes to flicker back. he isn't sure if it comes from a genuine want to listen to her request, their own survivability, or the fact that it seems the most interesting. he at least is quite proficient in pretending he's focused on the streets that pass them leisurely. he keeps in speed with the cars for now.
until he jerks the accelerator just a touch when he hears the sound of his zipper. he hasn't even felt her fingers yet, but he can feel himself twitch instinctively as if wholly anticipating for her touch; the same touch he should have gotten so intimately familiar with, and yet it affects him the same way every time. just like when she presses her hand to his chest to feel his heartbeats, he can feel the steady rise of his pulse, and of course he can feel the heat of not only her hands grasping his cock through the material of his briefs, but within his own body. his fingers on her hand loosen, letting her take full rein.
the start of what should have been his words get hitched in the back of this throat momentarily, before he releases the same deep, velvety sort of laugh. something he only seems to share with her. ]
Oh? So am I your toy for today? [ there's no sign of offense in his voice, however. it's clear he's pleased with her words. ] I can handle it, but can you handle what will happen once we get home?
[ wasn't that just how they were. taking and giving from each other when they pleased. using one another. living in their primal urges and everything else in between. he isn't sure if his excitement stems from all that's transpired in the past, or for what's to come, but his heart has never felt lighter. his cock on the other hand... 🤷♂️ ]
( sylus is, bless him, the kind of sensuous that she enjoys. it's easy, being reeled in by his smooth charm and banter, returning his with her own. it's a smooth give and take with a sizzle of chemistry that makes her want more, makes her desire him; with every taste she aches for another taste, and another.
she can feel the heat of his cock in her hand, and the hitch of his throat. theirs is a special bond, a powerful, resonating one that reminds her of what they are to each other. using, having, being with each other, and suddenly the world shrinks down to just the both of them. she slips her hand past the elastic of his boxers to grasp his cock properly, thumbing along the underside of his cock, tracing along the prominent vein.
she eases him up and out of the confines of his briefs, thrilled by the promise in his words. ) What's going to happen once we're home?
( and no, no, she's not waiting, because she's unbuckling her seatbelt to lean over, adjusting herself to lower her head down, down, pressing a tender kiss to the plump head of his already-hard cock, her soft lips massaging him playfully. )
[ the ownership that she asserts over him makes him feel delighted. enough for him feel nearly breathless, and whatever words he was going to say temporarily remains paused on the tip of his tongue; almost as if simply standing on the very edge of it. he savors the way her question comes out, not unlike the way he also enjoys the equal parts of boldness and tenderness in her touch.
so, he doesn't give her anything but a slight tilt of his head. neither confirmation, or otherwise.
there isn't anyone else who shared the bond they had. a bond steeped in every desire imaginable, and yet one certainly stands at the forefront of that at present, and he feels they both hunger for it deeply. he can feel it in the way her fingers trace of his veins, or in the way, she dips her head to settle between his legs.
his hand draws over the back of kiyomi's head. in no way is it pushy as much as he simply.. strokes her hair. lets his fingers linger by her ears, where she now wears her new earrings. he gives it a light squeeze. enough just to distract his mind from her hot breath on his cock. ] Then it's my turn. As much as I like seeing you like this, I could think of other positions you'd look just as good in.
[ ... and for a moment, he isn't sure what turns him on more. how zealous she seems to be about giving him head, or all the activities they have planned in their near future. except, does it constitute as a plan when they're all just in his head? ]
( it's definitely a plan even when they're all just in his head. but that said, this is the boldest thing she's ever done, fueled by curiosity, affection, and a playful recklessness that inspires her to lavish attention on him. he's the one she cares about, the one she seeks to know, truly, powerfully.
the gentleness of his touch doesn't go missed — not many men are like him, allowing her to go at her pace, taking cue from her instead of using her mouth like a fucktoy. that touch to her ears makes her wonder; does he take a lot of pleasure in seeing her wear his gifts? what was his, now on her.
she can't help a soft little sound of appreciation, and just for that, she's taking more of him into her mouth, inch by inch until he's almost three quarters of the way in, her tongue laving around the shape of him, the thick barrel of his cock. he's big, pleasantly so, and she pulls up almost fully before taking him again, letting him feel the slick heat and the slippery grip of her lips and tongue.
[ it's definitely a bit of both. he never denied being greedy, especially when it pertained to kiyomi. at the same time, outside of their initial contact and the short period of time that inevitably trailed after that, he'd like to think he was a bit more controlled now. patient. not unlike the way a hunter would be in the wild.
or so he'd claim, but what could anyone call this but sheer and unadulterated impatience and carnal desire. but, he doesn't dislike it. it's hard not to when his body reacts at every breath against his cock, or the way her tongue slides over than more than just the tip. he can feel her intrinsic want in the way she takes him in and he feels her wetness of her mouth encompass him and without knowing it, he removes his hand from her, clenching them slightly.
he's barely controlling his strength and his chest heaves slightly with each hitch in his breath. is he even driving properly? the thing with older models is that they definitely didn't have cruise control, but it does look like he's managed to keep them on the road and evade any accidents so far. (surprising...)
he can't help but release a small huff of humor. ] Looks like Miss Hunter wants a bit more of an adrenaline rush today. [ easing his breathing as he speaks. gradually his hand come back down to touch the back of her neck, his fingers touching beneath the collar of her shirt. the touch to her bare skin, unsurprisingly, doesn't help. ] Where else should I take her? [ while he intended to take her back to base, hideout #2 is sounding more appealing if just by sheer proximity. ]
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( not that he can't sing it in front of others, but a part of her feels... possessive? that she should be the only one who can have this side of sylus, to enjoy that ease and happiness, because it occurs to her that he has so few outlets for release and relaxation.
my dragon.
the thought comes suddenly, unbidden, a twinge in her chest that surprises her. back to the gem, however, her mind is turning over the potential cost; she is no jeweler, but even she can admit that the artistry of the earrings is exquisite. instinctively, she takes his hand, slotting her fingers through his and squeezing gently.
she doesn't stop there, because she's lifting their joined hands up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss, and another to his knuckles, eyes lidded. she's pretty sure the earrings cost more than her house, if his spending habits and frankly obscene wealth is anything to go by. )
They are beautiful, thank you. I'm going to have to put them in a safe. What if I end up losing them too? I might have to burn the world down.
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[ even if it wasn't meant to be possessive, he'd like to think it is. while her agency and desires were the most important to him, it didn't mean that he'd like to be the one her thoughts stray back to, almost like an addiction, or... a curse. the spark in her eyes, the passion she shows...
he looks over at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly, before they flick back to the road. when he feels her squeeze his hand, her fingers interlaced with his, he seems oddly content. though, when he feels her lips against them, he feels a bit warmer. it's soft and gentle, and reminds him a lot of...
"this is how humans show their love." ]
Do what you want with them. Wear them as much as you want, or don't. [ that's always been her right. ] And if your wish is to burn the world down, you'll need an accomplice. [ he's not serious... unless she is, but there's that small shake of his head, as if he finds the concept alone endearing enough. ]
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( she muses. the garnet of his eyes capture the light so beautifully, and she's distracted for just a moment, catching herself admiring the chiseled profile of his jawline, his nose, the flutter of silver-white hair.
oh, he truly is a beauty.
she squeezes his hand for a moment before she lets go, but not before meaningfully placing it in her lap while she opens the box again, putting on the earrings he'd given her. first the left, then the right.
they gleam, catching the light the way his eyes have, the same shade of vivid red, and she feels marked by him, so much like a curse. )
Thank you.
( she's squirming to kiss his cheek! then she settles back into her seat, her mind turning back to something she'd been meaning to ask him. )
Back when we first met, the things you said and did, it's as if you've known me. I've always wanted to know, is there another me out there?
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ironically, isn't he still steeped in those same very emotions? he feels a prickle of something in his chest, especially as she leans in to plant a kiss on his cheek. ] Do you think the world could handle another you? [ he already has his hands full with one kiyomi, even if there being two would be...
he shakes his head, a small, maybe slightly poignant smile on his lips. clearly desiring to keep it vague. who knew the person who could curse him with such passion could be here, inquiring about their past. ] If that's what you want to think, I won't stop you. [ with her settled back in her seat, he places a careful hand on her ear. his fingers trailing along her ear lobe, before his finger touches the backing of her earrings. ]
It suits you. But, you probably know that.
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she knows the question isn't quite correct, remembers the awfulness of his words before, the heartache of loss. you must press on,, she remembers him saying, but can't quite pinpoint when, and the poignancy of his smile tugs on her heart.
she leans into him with a quiet sigh, her heart skipping a beat under his touch. the car races along, but within its confines is a world all their own. )
Mmm, I might know a little of that. ( she laughs softly, then... )
I remember some pieces of you. ( she finally admits, the dangle of her earrings and the ghost of his touch making her crave more. she reaches for his hand, grasping it so she can rub her cheek against his palm, much like a spoiled cat. ) And how fond you were of flowers... am I wrong?
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her words are just as soft as the skin he touches, and often peppers his kisses on. he fingers curl as they trace over her skin, until she grabs hold of it. as always, there was something incredibly endearing about it, and it's hard to look away. there's something incredibly soft in his expression.
a look on his countenance that was entirely reserved for her and her alone. ] You're wrong. [ he says, but the tone of his voice painfully tender. ] It wasn't the flowers I was fond of. [ he turns to look at her. gradually, the cars lulls into stop at the light; just the quiet sounds of the engine filling the space between them. then he leans in and presses his lips against her forehead. the softest gesture, paired with a small tug of a smile on his lips. ]
I don't have to tell you what that means, right? I've already communicated with my eyes.
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one soul, split into two.
her breath catches, her expression faltering as she remembers his face, right down to the depths of her soul. my dragon, something in her murmurs, but instead of distress and fear, it's... it's wonder, it's heartache, it's loss. it's seeing his heart offered up to her like this, the way it has before.
the way he speaks to her hurts, the kiss a brand on her skin, and before she knows it, it's tears that streak down her cheeks, unto his fingers. )
You don't have to. ( her lips brush across the pads of his fingers. ) I had you before. I remember how happy we were.
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as much as she remembers. he wants her to want him and desire him so wholly.
after all, was she not also the one who lured a dragon into her carefully crafted trap? who made him forget what he essentially was. though, he had lived as a dragon much longer, her existence laid out the biggest impact, and he feels it in the area of his abdomen in which once held her blade.
still, he shakes it off. ] Happy... [ the smile stays on his lips, in spite of them both being aware of how this tale ends. ]
That's not wrong. [ ... ] How about now?
[ he still holds her hand in his, his fingers also moving to squeeze the tips of each of her fingers. as if memorizing the distance and feel of each one; from knuckle to joint to her delicate fingertips. as if to compare memories of the old to this one. ]
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she understands it better now, his impatience and roughness with her in the beginning. theirs had been a meeting full of misunderstandings, mistrust and frustration, and look at them now. happy, he says, but kiyomi knows that's not even remotely the end of it. no, because why then would there be tears, as if the past her is weeping for something long lost.
theirs is a tragedy, she knows, but the truth of that seems so vast, so cavernous that a part of her fears digging further, only to find devastation and heartbreak. she can feel the way he's touching her, squeezing, memorising. )
Now, too. More than before.
( moved, and she cups his face, leaning forward further to kiss him fully, pressing her mouth to his firmly, her hand sliding to cup the back of his head. she pulls away, leaving just the barest space between both their lips. )
And you...?
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seeing her smile bathed in the light of day. yet, opposite to what he thought, she is now sitting here, shedding tears, and he can't help but give a small huff. he brushes his fingers across her eyelashes, as if to catch the tears before they fell, and he brushes his thumbs across the delicate curve of her eyelids and cheek. ]
In the end, dragons inevitably become enslaved by the desires of humans, turning into true monsters. [ but, he was happy. is happy.
having sought her out was worth it. even through the tumultuous path of getting to where they're currently at. of ultimatums, or even of her initial disgust that burned him more than the ire or cheers of the humans who sought to have destroyed him. still, even those sensations seem numbed now with enough time between them, and most importantly, of the sorceress, now hunter who remains within his touch. before he knows it, he feels her lips and he also wraps his arms around her. ]
You're the only one who makes me feel like this.
[ that it was okay to seek out these moments, instead of simply standing out the outside looking in as if he were no more than a bystander. that he wasn't just visiting the stalls every new years in hopes of seeing a glimmer of human desires that weren't encapsulated by just lust and greed— but, something far more hopeful.
they shouldn't be doing this at the light, but he can't stop himself either. one hand comes up to cup the nape of her neck as he kisses her more hungrily this second time around. as if to put in the emotions from the past year into them. ]
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( she asks quietly against his lips, her heart still soaring with love and loss, the soul-echo of her past sorceress self reaching for him, connecting with every kiss. she responds with equal passion, pressing up against him and trying very hard not to bump into the stick shift. absently, she's aware that the light's turned green, and there a chorus of horns are starting up. slow at first, but then more insistent.
kiyomi has a choice to make, to pull away from this kiss, so heated, so passionate that it reaches all the way to her toes, seared into her heart, or she can —
— she clumsily presses the switch for the passenger window, and blindly indicates for them to go around them, goddammit. without missing a beat, she licks into her mouth with a soft, yearning little noise. she doesn't yet understand the very depths of his emotions and thoughts, but she's on the way there. she wants to know more, but at this time, sylus' kiss is incredibly distracting, and only just barely edges out... well, everything else that they can be doing.
she feels silly for shedding tears, but that's swept aside in favour of all the ways she wants to make it up to him, to shred the tragedy of their shared past into pieces and replace it with this life, them, and sylus' chance at happiness. now, the people don't look at him with disgust, they don't celebrate his death — her free hand comes around to smooth over his shoulder, where a part of her is aware a wing was, and she nuzzles into him.
the moment, however, is wrecked by a swearing motorist who's rudely swerving around their vehicle, and with a burst of sharp irritation, kiyomi grunts and slams the hazard light signal before flipping the red-faced man the bird, pursuing sylus for another hungry kiss.
sorry, they have more pressing things to do than to obey traffic laws. )
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[ is enslave the right word, however when he just as much desires to be shackled to her, in the same way she may be to him? in sensing the same amount of want and yearning from her, he seems to regain this sense of confidence in her choice. sylus had always valued her agency when it comes to making these decisions. while she may have cursed him, he would have still wanted for her to choose him of her own volition. wouldn't it have been pointless otherwise?
still, he revels in where their inclinations overlap; the purity in their primal impulses, being lost in the pleasure of desire... these were all things he's always wanted. he can hear them in the soft noises she makes, or even in the way they meet again in a flurry of kisses, saliva on the corner of their lips. as much as the beeping behind them was incessant, so were their tongues. the slick and velvety soft sensation overrules any desire to move the car, or to exact vengeance on those who are clearly attempting to get them hit the accelerator. at least he put the car into park when she hits the hazards.
with her irritation, his fingers touch her brows which seemed to tense up, before he takes her into his arms again. his fingers move from her face to the side of her neck, to her shoulders. they come to briefly touch her chest, before they rest on her hip. he touches her as much as he's able to in this close, but confined space. ]
Such impatience, even though I'm already yours. [ he pulls away, just barely whispering next to her ear. ]
If you keep going, there might not be any turning back. [ not just for their relationship, either. his arousal is clear, even through his pants, and did she really want to risk being caught here in broad daylight with the boss of onychinus? ]
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he is her prize, her beloved, the man that she craves even when his kisses are still warm on her lips, pleasure like warm honey in her veins, settling sweetly in her chest. she's licking her lips when they part, chasing the taste of him. then his fingers gently touch the crease in her brows, and she can't help but relax and melt into him, even if it's uncomfortable when he's just so big and this ridiculously expensive, sexy car is still.
she's making a soft, impatient sound, her cheeks and ears burning up before she pulls back, her gaze going right down to where he's tenting his trousers. that cock clearly demands attention and release, but it's his words that make her shiver with anticipation and yearning. sylus is already hers, but now he is still out of reach.
she makes a choice, settling into her seat, but her hand is resting high on his thigh, fingers barely brushing against the bulge while she gives the boss of onychinus' leg a meaningful squeeze. )
And still I want you more than ever. Drive much faster, or I'm going to test just how good you are at driving with my mouth wrapped tight around you.
( she's not sure if the threat of giving him road head might backfire, but she's eager to find out. )
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from just her suggestion, he feels himself twitch, and he shifts in his seat, as if to re-adjust (no, it is to re-adjust). it's hard not to toy with the idea of taking his chances here, and it likely shows in the slow and methodical gaze that lingers on her body. eyeing her from her head to her thighs, and then back to his own space, in which she squeezes onto his leg. he swallows down a hard breath of air, as if just that movement alone was enough to send a wave of pleasure in him. maybe it's not a stretch. is it the motion that he's sensitive to, or is it the acute way in which he's thinking of what else he wants to do to her.
or in turn, what she plans to do to him. if her words were meant to get him back on track— ] Once we're in the N109 Zone, no one cares about speed limits, or driving in the lines. [ though, do the people of the n109 zone condone people receiving [redacted] while they drive? probably not.
while he does put the car into drive, he places his hand on top of hers. but is it his goal to rile her up, or to stop her? he moves her hands right on top of it. well, he's never been one to play coy when it comes to entertaining his ( sylus voice ) dragon li. ]
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they've jumped off buildings together, right? surely doing something carnal in public wouldn't be a problem... right? but then sylus challenges that notion by looking at her like that, intense crimson eyes just short of undressing her, which makes her catch a breath and subconsciously fiddle with her skirt. )
Eyes on the road, you.
( she tells him nonetheless, mouth dry when she just about understands what he means to do. she presses her thighs together, her mind already working in overdrive, desire roiling under a barely-calm surface. sylus' hand is its own surprise, and she blinks when he guides her right over the bulge of his cock, where she can feel the heat of his arousal. but you see, kiyomi isn't one to back down, and that brazenness makes her laugh a little, eyes bright and affectionate.
she curls her fingers to massage him through his finely-tailored trousers, taking her time to enjoy the shape of him in her hand. this time, however, she ups the ante and unzips him, light fingers creeping inside the zippered opening to gently rub the girth of his shaft over those soft briefs. )
You have to obey them right now. Think you can handle that? Because... maybe I want to play with you now.
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until he jerks the accelerator just a touch when he hears the sound of his zipper. he hasn't even felt her fingers yet, but he can feel himself twitch instinctively as if wholly anticipating for her touch; the same touch he should have gotten so intimately familiar with, and yet it affects him the same way every time. just like when she presses her hand to his chest to feel his heartbeats, he can feel the steady rise of his pulse, and of course he can feel the heat of not only her hands grasping his cock through the material of his briefs, but within his own body. his fingers on her hand loosen, letting her take full rein.
the start of what should have been his words get hitched in the back of this throat momentarily, before he releases the same deep, velvety sort of laugh. something he only seems to share with her. ]
Oh? So am I your toy for today? [ there's no sign of offense in his voice, however. it's clear he's pleased with her words. ] I can handle it, but can you handle what will happen once we get home?
[ wasn't that just how they were. taking and giving from each other when they pleased. using one another. living in their primal urges and everything else in between. he isn't sure if his excitement stems from all that's transpired in the past, or for what's to come, but his heart has never felt lighter. his cock on the other hand... 🤷♂️ ]
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( sylus is, bless him, the kind of sensuous that she enjoys. it's easy, being reeled in by his smooth charm and banter, returning his with her own. it's a smooth give and take with a sizzle of chemistry that makes her want more, makes her desire him; with every taste she aches for another taste, and another.
she can feel the heat of his cock in her hand, and the hitch of his throat. theirs is a special bond, a powerful, resonating one that reminds her of what they are to each other. using, having, being with each other, and suddenly the world shrinks down to just the both of them. she slips her hand past the elastic of his boxers to grasp his cock properly, thumbing along the underside of his cock, tracing along the prominent vein.
she eases him up and out of the confines of his briefs, thrilled by the promise in his words. ) What's going to happen once we're home?
( and no, no, she's not waiting, because she's unbuckling her seatbelt to lean over, adjusting herself to lower her head down, down, pressing a tender kiss to the plump head of his already-hard cock, her soft lips massaging him playfully. )
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so, he doesn't give her anything but a slight tilt of his head. neither confirmation, or otherwise.
there isn't anyone else who shared the bond they had. a bond steeped in every desire imaginable, and yet one certainly stands at the forefront of that at present, and he feels they both hunger for it deeply. he can feel it in the way her fingers trace of his veins, or in the way, she dips her head to settle between his legs.
his hand draws over the back of kiyomi's head. in no way is it pushy as much as he simply.. strokes her hair. lets his fingers linger by her ears, where she now wears her new earrings. he gives it a light squeeze. enough just to distract his mind from her hot breath on his cock. ] Then it's my turn. As much as I like seeing you like this, I could think of other positions you'd look just as good in.
[ ... and for a moment, he isn't sure what turns him on more. how zealous she seems to be about giving him head, or all the activities they have planned in their near future. except, does it constitute as a plan when they're all just in his head? ]
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the gentleness of his touch doesn't go missed — not many men are like him, allowing her to go at her pace, taking cue from her instead of using her mouth like a fucktoy. that touch to her ears makes her wonder; does he take a lot of pleasure in seeing her wear his gifts? what was his, now on her.
she can't help a soft little sound of appreciation, and just for that, she's taking more of him into her mouth, inch by inch until he's almost three quarters of the way in, her tongue laving around the shape of him, the thick barrel of his cock. he's big, pleasantly so, and she pulls up almost fully before taking him again, letting him feel the slick heat and the slippery grip of her lips and tongue.
focus on the road, darling. )
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or so he'd claim, but what could anyone call this but sheer and unadulterated impatience and carnal desire. but, he doesn't dislike it. it's hard not to when his body reacts at every breath against his cock, or the way her tongue slides over than more than just the tip. he can feel her intrinsic want in the way she takes him in and he feels her wetness of her mouth encompass him and without knowing it, he removes his hand from her, clenching them slightly.
he's barely controlling his strength and his chest heaves slightly with each hitch in his breath. is he even driving properly? the thing with older models is that they definitely didn't have cruise control, but it does look like he's managed to keep them on the road and evade any accidents so far. (surprising...)
he can't help but release a small huff of humor. ] Looks like Miss Hunter wants a bit more of an adrenaline rush today. [ easing his breathing as he speaks. gradually his hand come back down to touch the back of her neck, his fingers touching beneath the collar of her shirt. the touch to her bare skin, unsurprisingly, doesn't help. ] Where else should I take her? [ while he intended to take her back to base, hideout #2 is sounding more appealing if just by sheer proximity. ]