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The only light in Zayne’s large living room comes from the moon shining through the large backdoor window, bathing the space in a soft cool tone, and the bright glow from his phone in his hand, held up by his face as he types away at an email for Akso’s administration board regarding his departments budget for the quarter. But even as he swipes between excel sheets and copies and pastes various numbers, his eyes are drooping a bit, and his fingers move slowly as he struggles to recall the way he wants to word things. It’s not something he intends on sending off tonight, but having a rough draft waiting for him when he returns to work will make things easier on him.
Zayne yawns, and blinks as a text message pops through, distracting him enough to have his eyes opening a bit wider.
It’s from Sylus.
”You awake?”
His answer is quick.
”Somewhat.”
”Home?”
”Yes.”
”Good.”
Zayne already knows what to expect when he feels a surge of energy in the air beside him on the couch, a flash of swirling red light crackling before revealing Sylus’s large frame, clad not in a smart suit as usual, but instead a comfortable gray sweater. He takes a deep breath and looks down at Zayne laying on the couch, his phone still enhancing the dark bags under his eyes at the angle its being held up near his face.
“Almost 1 in the morning and you haven’t even undressed?” Sylus tilts his head, brows furrowing slightly at the sight of the doctor looking to be on the verge of passing out while he’s still wearing a button down and slacks. Zayne sighs, shifting slightly.
“You know, a confirmation that I’m at home doesn’t qualify as an invitation to teleport into my living room.” He says instead, though really… He’s a bit relieved to see Sylus, as difficult as it is to admit. Just his presence has some of the tension in Zayne’s shoulders releasing as he spreads his legs slightly, which actually is an invitation, one that Sylus takes immediately.
The larger man settles himself between Zayne’s legs, wedging an arm underneath his waist, and holding tightly, which is accommodated, and then resting his cheek on the man’s warm stomach. Sylus’s eyes drift closed, and he hums contentedly as they settle together. The way they communicate with one another has always been more through body language than through words, and this isn’t the first time Sylus has wanted to come over in the middle of the night just to hold him, or be held. Once or twice it’s even been Zayne asking him if he was free.
“You could have lied and said you were working.” Sylus’s voice is soft, and he nuzzles his nose into the fabric of Zayne’s shirt for a moment, squeezing him a little tighter. In response, Zayne reaches his free hand into the man’s hair, carding his fingers through it. He can feel Sylus melting, sighing and leaning into the soothing touch, his breaths growing slower with relaxation.
“Why would I do that?” Zayne asks, his phone loosely held in his free hand, now hanging off the edge of the couch as his drafted email is forgotten for the night. It’s alright. He can work on it later, when he’s able to focus better.
Sylus looks a bit like a big cat right now, and if he was one, Zayne is certain he’d be purring as he pets his hair, scratching his nails through the soft locks. The hand that isn’t trapped beneath Zayne’s hips begins to wander, across his thigh, up to his ribs, and then down to where the black button down is still tucked into his pants. His breath is hot against Zayne’s abdomen as he chuckles, the sound rich, and it sends a bit of a shiver down Zayne’s spine.
“It’s alright, you can admit that you wanted to see me.” Sylus says, low and quiet, and starts to extract Zayne’s shirt from his trousers, not bothering with unbuttoning it, just pulling it up enough that he can rest his cheek on the taut, warm skin of his stomach. Almost idly, Sylus’s fingers start to scratch through the smattering of hair leading from his belly button down the space between his legs, almost playing with it, and this time Sylus does feel the quiver that goes through the doctor.
Zayne doesn’t respond, just hums in contentment and tilts his head slightly as his eyes drift closed, enjoying the warmth and weight on Sylus on top of him. This is nice… Maybe he needed it more than he thought he had. For a long moment , neither of them say anything, just basking like a couple of big cats. Zayne shivers once or twice at the feeling of Sylus’ breath ghosting over his bare stomach through his nose, twisting a bit in his arms as his fingers squeeze at his waist. It almost tickles.
Then his eyes crack open when he feels the firm press of lips against his skin, his hand stilling in Sylus’ hair and tightening around the back of his neck when the man just smiles and presses another, firmer kiss against him, letting his tongue loll out as he licks a hot stripe from the bone of his hip nearly to his belly button.
Zayne’s abs flex instinctively at the sensation, and he can feel the lazy smile that stretches across Sylus’ lips as he tilts his head and does it again to the other side, pressing his face into the soft dark hair peeking out of his trousers.
“Ah, I should have known you had ulterior motives for wanting to come over.” Zayne huffs, his voice coming out less steady than he’d like it to. Sylus just hums and starts working on sucking a bruise into the v of his hips, hard enough that Zayne lets out a little grunt before he lets the skin go, admiring the sight for a moment and letting a long finger press on it. Then he scratches his nails through the coarse hair before hooking two of them into Zayne’s trousers. Without a thought, he tilts his hips upwards, as if to allow the man better access to him.
“Is that a complaint I hear?” Sylus raises a brow at him, and Zayne tightens his fingers in his hair, tugging enough to pull his head back a bit more, his eyes darker than they were a few moments ago. Sylus just groans in bliss at the feeling and almost arches for more. His fingers curl tighter into Zayne’s pants, barely underneath the band of his underwear.
“If it is, it’s only because you seem so intent on teasing me.” And Sylus chuckles at the way Zayne sounds almost like he’s pouting. It’s cute on him. He lets his fingers loosen in the white hair, and Sylus leans back down, nuzzling his face back into the coarse hair on his stomach, and sliding his hand to flick open the button of his pants. He can’t seem to help pressing another kiss to his abdomen, just to see the way Zayne sucks his stomach in with a breath.
“I can’t help it… You’re adorable when you’re upset, kitten.”
“Really.” Never in his life has Zayne had anyone say such a thing to him, but of course Sylus is the one person who is entirely unthreatened by his wrath. Or maybe he just likes to see how far he can press his buttons before the man truly fights back.
“Mmhmm…” Sylus sighs, and smiles again as he feels Zayne’s breath hitch when he presses another firm kiss onto his stomach, sucking another mark into the skin just above the first one. By now, he can feel the twitch of his cock starting to grow underneath his arm, maybe about half hard now.
“Sylus…” Now his voice is almost pleading, and Sylus meets the doctor’s eyes to see his brows furrowed, and a subtle blush coloring his ears. Deliberately, Sylus presses the heel of his palm onto Zayne’s cock as he leans up a bit. Zayne breathes harshly out his nose, his frown deepening. By now, he’s caught onto the fact that he’s being teased very much on purpose.
“Yes, gorgeous?”
Now Zayne lets out a frustrated breath. One thing he’s always been terrible at is admitting what it is that he wants, and just once… Sylus really wants to hear him say all of the vulgar things that must be running through his head right now. Just once, he wants to see him lose control and let go of all of that herculean restraint he employs every day.
“Are you going to play with your food all night?” Oh. Now that he hadn’t expected, and Sylus can’t hold back his laughter. He uses the hand around Zayne’s waist to pull him up a little higher, and now his back is almost in a perfect arch. He looks incredible like this, flushed and a little irritated.
“Hmm… Well, you know, it is quite the spread… I’m not sure where to start.” Sylus punctuates his point by letting his eyes rake up and down the man beneath him, lingering on the way his shirt has bunched up almost to his ribcage by now.
“Shall I decide for you, then?” Zayne readjusts his grip in Sylus’ hair, running his fingers through it before guiding him down between his legs, bringing Sylus face to face with the bulge in his dark pants, and as if to prove his point, he even rolls up his hips. Sylus groans, feeling heat start to grow between his own legs at the tingling feeling of his hair being tugged.
There’s the sound of a thud on the rug next to them, and then Sylus realizes that Zayne dropped his phone, freeing his hand to get between them and pull down the zipper. Sylus uses the hand hooked into the waistband to pull them down, just enough to free his cock. It flops out, almost hitting him in the face as it comes to lie heavy and hot between his legs.
“Hm…” Sylus noses into the velvety flesh, inhaling the musky scent of him, a bit stronger than usual, given the fact that Zayne last showered in the morning before work. “Unlike you, I don’t usually start with dessert, doctor.” He licks a long stripe from the tip to the base, feeling Zayne’s cock twitch against his tongue, and the fingers in his hair squeeze again.
“Sylus, please,” He says, his voice tight, and Sylus glances up to see that his eyes are closed now, lips parted slightly.
“Please what?” He gives a soft kiss to the base, rubbing at his waist with a thumb. He wants to hear the doctor say it.
Zayne lets out a little whine and his eyes open enough to look down at the sight of Sylus between his legs, looking so smug as he presses the gentlest little kisses to his aching cock. He knows what the man is asking, but it’s humiliating every time.
“Please,” Zayne tries to push him down onto him again, but Sylus just turns his head to the side, looking at him expectantly. He does, however, grant him the relief of wrapping a large hand around the base of his cock, and Zayne’s jaw clicks shut as a harsh breath forces its way out of his nose. “Please,” he tries again, and his eyes close as he speaks, like he’s unable to look at Sylus, “Your mouth…”
“What about it, kitten?” Sylus wraps his lips around the tip and gives a gentle suck. He intends to let go and continue teasing the man some more, but it seems that Zayne is already at his breaking point, because before he can, the doctor simultaneously rolls his hips up, and pushes Sylus’ head down. Sylus makes a small, muffled sound of surprise as he feels the heavy weight of Zayne’s cock push into his mouth, and very nearly into the back of his throat.
He must have been more strung out tonight than either of them realized. Not that Sylus is complaining. His eyes widen with surprise, and then drift closed as he moans around the heat in his mouth.
Zayne’s head falls back, and he can’t seem to stop the small whimper that escapes him from the pure relief he feels at the pleasure. Sylus can feel himself getting harder, his jeans starting to feel almost uncomfortably tight as Zayne starts to rock into his mouth, and he meets him as he starts to try and fuck up into his mouth, bobbing his head down with every thrust.
It isn’t long before the doctor is panting, opening his eyes, blown out with lust as he watches Sylus take his cock, and the way Sylus squeezes his waist, encouraging him to keep moving. Once or twice the man chokes, little bits of spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes tear up a bit, but Sylus never relents, instead watching Zayne intently as he takes his cock.
“Hah–” Zayne bites his lip and groans deep in his throat, pushing down a bit more on Sylus’ head, starting to guide his head faster on his cock, and Sylus accepts it without complaint. In fact, he moans loud enough that Zayne can feel the vibration, feeling like he might be about to go mad from the sensation joining in with the wet warmth of his tongue against the underside. He’s never considered himself an overly sexual, or vulgar person, but the sight of Sylus’ lips stretched wide around him, shining with spit, has him twitching. The next time he ends up with his own fist wrapped around his cock, he knows that this is going to be the image that comes to his mind.
“S-Sylus– hnnn–” Zayne whines as he feels his orgasm start to approach quicker than he’d expected, the rhythm of his hips starting to falter as his cock twitches hard, and his balls start to draw tight up into his body. Sylus doesn’t need to be told what’s about to happen, he can already taste Zayne’s salty precum on his tongue, the way he’s flexing in his mouth, how the hand in his hair is now holding so tightly it burns. Sylus rolls his hips down against the cushion of the couch, enjoying the delicious heat pulsing between his legs.
As an answer to the question Zayne doesn’t seem to have the presence of mind to ask, Sylus buries his nose all the way down into his pubic hair, taking him down to the base and feeling his throat constrict as he struggles not to gag on his cock, and Zayne cries out.
On top of him the way he is, Sylus can feel how his back arches underneath him, how every beautiful muscle in his body goes taut, the way his abs flex and his stomach sucks in while he struggles to breathe for a moment. Zayne’s head flies back and his eyes squeeze tightly shut while his hips rock in shallow movements, like he’s trying to find a way to grind deeper into his throat.
As deep as he is, Sylus really can barely taste the hot cum that starts to fill his throat, swallowing in instinct as Zayne’s cock pulses in his mouth, his tongue flat against the underside. With each twitch of his cock, Sylus hears the small noises from Zayne, and the way his whole body tenses and relaxes until finally, he starts to come down, growing heavier on top of his arm as he tries to catch his breath.
With a pleased hum, Sylus pulls off, watching the way that his cock starts to flop back down, shining and wet with his own spit, and he has to take a moment to catch his own breath, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his sweater.
Zayne falls almost boneless, his chest heaving, and eyes closed for a few long moments before he looks back down at Sylus, looking incredibly smug, his eyes still dark with lust as he starts to crawl atop the doctor to press a soft kiss onto his lips.
He sighs into it, and then grunts as he feels Sylus’ insistent erection pressing against his softening, sensitive length.
“Hm… Maybe you’re right, doctor. Having dessert first can be… Very enjoyable.”
Zayne hums and wraps a hand around Sylus hip, reaching underneath his shirt and trailing his fingers up his ribs, the touch featherlight. Sylus can’t help but shiver at the touch.
“I’m always right, now I think you owe me my dessert, don’t you?” He raises a brow at Sylus, who can’t help but chuckle, until he feels Zayne’s other hand reach between his legs to start kneading at his cock. The amused sound is cut off by a groan, and Sylus drops his head onto Zayne’s shoulder. Shit, he really did get himself worked up just from having his mouth on Zayne, even just that touch through his jeans has him breathing a little heavier into the doctor’s neck.
“Shit,” He mumbles, holding himself up over the other man as he gets his hand far enough up his sweater to tweak a nipple. The other wastes no time, opening his jeans with the efficiency that he’s known for, and tugging at his underwear to get his cock out. Zayne hisses a bit as he feels it fall free and brush against his own for a moment. He’s still so sensitive.
Sylus’ eyes are closed when he feels Zayne’s fingers against his lips, and he opens them slightly to see the almost arrogant look on his face. He rubs the pad of his thumb against Sylus’ nipple, and the man gasps as he suddenly feels a very distinct chill against it, pebbling it in seconds before dissipating, and then two fingers roll it between them, as if to warm it up.
When Sylus gasps a second time, Zayne presses both of his fingers into Sylus’ mouth, wetting them before moving back down to wrap his hand around his length, the glide made a bit easier with his own spit. Sylus moans, pressing down into the hand playing with his chest, and Zayne hums, watching his through lidded eyes.
“You liked that.” Zayne observes, and Sylus jerks again when he feels the same chill against his other nipple, his breath coming out unsteadily, and Zayne can surely feel the way his cock twitches in his hand as he continues to pump it, twisting his wrist and squeezing down when he gets to the head.
“That’s…” Sylus grunts as he feels the chill from Zayne’s fingers intensify, and then leave entirely, his thumb once again starting to rub soothingly into his nipple, “That’s a nice trick… You’ve, hah, been holding out on me.” It’s a little difficult to get the words out, his hips rolling into Zayne’s hand as he strokes him a little faster.
For his part, Zayne just hums, and starts to squeeze his cock a little harder on the upstroke, feeling how Sylus tenses above him, turning into his shock of white hair and breathing into his ear, “I wonder…” He murmurs, and Sylus chokes on an inhale as Zayne twists his nipple harder this time before moving back to the other one, “Do you think I could make you cum just from this?” He asks it in a soft voice, like he might be asking about the weather almost, and Sylus feels his orgasm hit him very suddenly as Zayne once again chills his fingers with his evol while he continues to twist and pull, his hand moving quicker on his cock.
Sylus moans into his shoulder, the sound almost teetering into a whine as his arms tremble on either side of Zayne, and Zayne makes a small sound himself as Sylus comes all over his own spent cock and bare stomach, warm and sticky, and definitely making a mess he’s not excited to clean up later.
His breath comes out in harsh pants as Zayne works him through it, hips rolling into his hand, the cold from his evol now gone as he strokes his nails up and down Sylus’ side, until his tense muscles start to relax, and now it’s his turn to go boneless for a moment as he sags against Zayne’s shoulder, breathing hard through his nose.
He drops Sylus’ cock and crimson eyes peek open just in time to see Zayne bringing the hand that was wrapped around him up to his lips, tongue darting out to lick at the mess on his fingers. Sylus’ eyes open a bit wider at the sight of it. This man always finds new ways to surprise him, but Zayne just looks at him as he licks the last bits off, seemingly unperturbed.
“I told you I wanted my dessert too.” He says, as if it’s obvious, and Sylus can’t help but laugh tiredly as his body drops on top of him, nuzzling into his neck with a little huff.
Zayne’s arm automatically wraps around his back and scratches up and down for a moment, both of them just enjoying the warmth of each other, the heat of where their bare skin touches.
But the doctor can’t help himself, only allowing the peace of the afterglow to linger for a minute or two before he speaks up again. “We should clean up.” He murmurs, his voice already thick with the desire to sleep.
“The only way you’re leaving right now is if you can toss me onto the floor.” Sylus rumbles, holding him a little tighter, and he can almost hear Zayne’s mind whirring as he considers the pros and cons of doing exactly that.
He’s silent for another moment as he decides how to respond.
“We’d be more comfortable in my bed, you know.”
Sylus groans, and to show his displeasure, nips at Zayne’s throat, pulling a gasp from the doctor before he’s rolling off of him and they both begin to make their way to the bathroom to clean themselves. The second they’re done, Sylus has every intention of wrapping Zayne up in his arms and keeping him there until the man has to claw his way free.