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harmonyrae · 9 days ago

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Sensational

Synopsis: What do you gift a man who has everything? Well, first you need to engage each of his senses. Then give him a reward, but only if he's a good boy.

Content Warnings: explicit language & sexual content, adorable birthday fluff turns into spicy smut, sensory deprivation, bondage, oral (m&f receiving), slight orgasm denial, Sub!Sylus, Sylus is so desperate it’s so hot help, creampie, PiV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4k

Friday night traffic was no joke, the highway was packed and it was barely 5pm. Sylus decided now, while you were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, is the perfect time to inspect your glovebox. He all but threw your first aid kit out of the window when you told him it came with the car… which you bought… 7 years ago… And you almost put the car in park to tear the paperwork out of his hands when he started commenting on your insurance prices.

“There’s no reason they should charge you this much. Especially since you’ve never been in an accident.”

“Sylus! Put it back! You’re so nosy!”

“Kitten… we’ve been in traffic for almost an hour. You were starting to doze off. Now you’re wide awake.”

You glare at him, hating the fact he was right. You just wanted to get back to Sylus’s house and continue with his birthday plans. This past week of preparations has been exhausting and you can’t help but be a bit anxious. What if he doesn’t like your gifts? Or the cake? Or…

“What are you thinking about?”

You flinch and he chuckles. You look over at him and he points forward. When you look up, the car in front of you has moved. You step on the gas and sigh, relieved that the traffic is breaking up. Sylus extends his hand and you eagerly thread your fingers with his.

“Well?”

You look over at him just in time for his finger to tap your forehead.

“What were you thinking about? Must have been pretty distracting.”

Trying to appear calm, cool and collected, you scoff and refocus on the road before you.

“Just wondering how sore your knees must feel after sitting in a car for so long, old man.”

He laughs and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Good one, sweetie.”

The rest of the drive was relatively quiet, you make it home just as the sun is setting. Sylus looks at you with surprise when you get out of the car with him. You unlock the trunk and retrieve your packed bag. He swiftly takes it from you as you shut the door.

“Your birthday weekend is just beginning! I’m not going anywhere.”

Sylus looks almost shocked, but his smile gives him away. He offers his arm and you loop your hand around his bicep. He leads you into the house and to his room. He changes into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt while you unpack your things. You’re so glad you’re at this point in your relationship. Casual Sylus is your favorite. Sure, he’s wearing Versace sweatpants and a Tom Ford t-shirt, but it’s better than wearing an Armani suit while binge-watching What Not to Wear.

“Time for presents!”

He pokes his head out of the closet, his brows knit together in confusion.

“I told you…”

“I know, I know. I didn’t have to get you anything. I wanted to. Now come here.”

He sits next to you and crosses his arms. You can’t help but smile, he’s so confident and cocky when it comes to spoiling you. But when it comes to receiving the same treatment, he becomes so unsure of himself. It’s adorable. You pull your bag closer and pull out 5 gifts wrapped in matte black paper, a gold ribbon tied around each. After zipping your bag and tucking it behind you, you look at Sylus with a cheeky grin.

“So, I know I told you I didn’t know what to get for you. What do you get for someone who has everything? Or can get anything. I was talking to Tara about it and she told me her strategy for gift giving. So… I thought I’d try it out.”

Arranging the gifts in a line, you point to each.

“One gift for each of your senses. Smell, sound, taste, touch, sight. It’s not… extravagant, but I think… I hope you’ll like them.”

He chuckles and reaches for your hands. His thumbs trace over your knuckles as he looks down at the gifts on the bed.

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

You laugh to stop yourself from crying. He really is at a loss for words, over 5 small gifts. Pulling one of your hands free you pick up one of the boxes and hold it out to him.

“Smell, first.”

He lets go and takes the gift, he passes it between his hands, testing the weight. He holds it up to his nose and takes a deep breath.

“You can’t smell it through the box, silly.”

He sighs dramatically and carefully unties the bow. It’s like he’s a mom trying to save the paper with how slowly he pulls back the tape. You roll your eyes and slap his shoulder. His sinister smirk only grows and he slows down even more. Okay, now he’s lost his privileges. You reach over and tear the paper, Sylus gasps and cradles the gift like you’ve wounded it.

“Claws away kitten, it’s my birthday. I get to open my gifts as slowly as I like.”

You cross your arms and lean back, letting him have his fun. He finally drops the paper to the floor and opens the box revealing a bottle of lotion. He raises a brow and looks at you for an explanation.

“It’s my lotion, the one I use before bed every night.”

He takes the bottle out of the box and lifts the lid, holding it under his nose. His eyes close as he breathes in the gentle notes of cherry blossom and vanilla. You can see his face relax as the scent envelopes him.

“I had really bad separation anxiety when I was a kid. My mom would go on business trips and I… I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I started putting on her lotion before going to bed and it helped. I’d smell her and feel… safe.”

While he tried to cover it up, you noticed how his hands shook as he put the bottle back in the box. He held onto the box and looked at the others, taking a deep breath.

“Sweetie…”

Before he can say another word, you’re handing him the next gift. He looks up at you with misty eyes and you bite your lip, urging him to continue. If he starts crying right now, you will never get him another present ever again because you’ll be dead. He’ll have killed you with his tears. No no no, not today. Not today!

“Fine. What sense is this for?”

“Sound.”

He doesn’t torture you with another tragically slow opening. He tears the paper off and reveals a plain vinyl cover with your signature on it. He slides the vinyl out and examines it. When he sees no markings or labels he looks up at you once more.

“So… okay… I…”

You shift uncomfortably. You still couldn’t believe you went through with this one. And this isn’t even the craziest gift in the bunch.

“I recorded myself singing a few of your favorite songs and had them remastered and pressed into a vinyl so you could play it in your study. But if I find out you played it for anyone I will steal it and you’ll never see it again!”

Your words are rushed, as if that will help ease the embarrassment. When you look up at Sylus, you weren’t looking at a 29 year old, he was smiling like a teenager who just got the best mixtape of his life. He looked at you like you just gave him the moon… and all the stars. He set the vinyl down on the side table next to the lotion and twisted to kneel on the ground in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your neck.

“This is the most impressive assassination attempt I’ve ever seen…”

His muffled words are followed with a soft kiss to your shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair and giggle.

“Death by birthday present? That’s a new one.”

When he places another kiss to your neck and another behind your ear you harness your remaining willpower to push him away. God, if he’s this turned on by the record you’re slightly worried about the last gift.

He withdraws and returns to his seat next to you. He points at the next gift and you nod. The box makes a sloshing sound when he picks it up and he squints at you.

“How bold of you! Buying me wine when you know my tastes are… particular.”

He tears off the paper and opens the lid of the fancy wine box. The bottle inside catches the light and he traces the label with his finger.

“Is this…”

“The wine we drank at the king’s banquet? At the amusement park last fall? Yep.”

He takes the bottle out of the box and holds it up. The sweet red wine had been one of the many things you loved about that night. The view, the food, the company - it was the first time you imagined him on his knee, offering a diamond ring. You knew he wouldn’t, it was so early in your relationship. But you’ve imagined it many times since.

You take the bottle from his hand and set it next to his other gifts. When you turn around he is already pulling the ribbon off the next gift. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, it’s getting more challenging to control your expression. Sylus, of course, notices and keeps his eyes locked on you as he peels the paper away. He pulls out a long velvet tie, or what you’re sure he assumes is a tie. As he examines it, his breath catches and you smile, you caught him off guard.

“Sweetie… is this…?”

“A tie? Yes. But it works better as a blindfold.”

You take it from his hands, fold it and set it beside you on the bed. The energy in the room shifts and when you look to Sylus again he’s damn near panting. His chest rises and falls, the fabric of the t-shirt clings to his body like a second skin revealing every gorgeous muscle tensing as he works to hold himself back.

“For this last gift, I need you to wait until I leave to open it.”

He blinks.

“What?” He breathes.

“You open this after I leave the room. Count to ten and then open. And wait for me to come back. Got it?”

Sylus’s eyes widen as you sharpen your tone, the shift from sweet to commanding ignites something feral inside him. You watch as his jaw flexes and his knuckles turn white against his thighs. He nods. Reaching behind, you grab your bag and stroll out of the room, but as soon as you close the door you’re sprinting down the hall to the guest room.

The final gift, sight, was something you never imagined yourself doing. What you didn’t share with Sylus was the rest of the conversation you had with Tara. She’d given you advice and then asked who you were shopping for. As soon as she found out it was Sylus she was yanking your arm and dragging you into a private office. Her idea seemed crazy at the time, but when you went home and pulled up the website you were more than convinced.

Tara saw a Moments post for a photographer who had sudden cancellation. You were shocked when you realized the appointment was still available when you called that night. You had woken up at an ungodly hour to go into work early so you could take a long lunch for the photoshoot. You had no idea booking a boudoir photoshoot would be a full production, but the experience was… well, you’d find out if it was worth it in the next few minutes.

Maggie, the photographer, was so patient with you, she could tell you were nervous. She helped you pick the theme, demonstrated poses and served as your hype woman all at the same time. Eventually, the flashes became less blinding and finding the right pose came naturally.

“Your boyfriend will love these. I take it he likes red?”

The red lace set you’d chosen had been a gift he’d given you for Christmas. Work picked up afterwards and you’d completely forgotten your promise to wear it for him. You’re pretty sure this will make up for it though.

“Yeah, he does…”

“Well, you look fucking amazing. You’re welcome to do some nude shots too, but only if you’re comfortable. We can use shadows to tease.”

You’re not sure where the confidence came from, maybe from Maggie squealing in excitement after every shot, but you did it. You stripped bare and let a thin veil of shadows cover you. At the end of the session, Maggie sat with you to review the photos and you were stunned. You looked soft and sexy at the same time. And it looked so natural? Maggie has a gift.

You slip into the guest room and pull the same red lace set from the bag. Your hands shake as you strip down and change, is Sylus looking at the photos now? Does he like them? What if he thinks they’re trashy? It was a high-end studio with expensive backdrops, surely he can tell, right? And what about the nudes?

You tie a red ribbon into a bow around your neck and wrap a sheer black robe around your shoulders. As you tiptoe out of the room and quietly make your way back to Sylus’s room you can feel your nerve faltering. The closer you get the more anxious you become. As your hand hovers over the door handle all of your senses come to life. You can smell your perfume, hear your heartbeat, taste the hint of maple syrup, feel the lace rub against your sensitive skin.

“Don’t make me wait forever, kitten…”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. He spoke with a rough edge, like he was in pain or angry. You know that tone and you know he can sense you’re here, outside of the door. You don’t know how, but he always knows exactly where you are. It used to be terrifying, now…

Click

The door creaks as it opens. You push it gently and let it swing open. Sylus is still seated on the bed, surrounded by torn black wrapping paper and golden ribbons. He holds the polaroids in his hands, one is held apart, his eyes locked on that one in particular. As you step into the room, he turns the photo with his fingers towards you. It’s one of the nude photos. You’re favorite one, in fact. Propped up on your ass, legs extended, back arched, hands on the floor behind you. Your hair cascading down your back as you tilt your head back, the smile on your face is peaceful, serene even. A streak of shadow crosses your breasts, hiding your nipples, but the outline of your naked form is unmistakable.

“You… don’t like them…”

He doesn’t speak, his eyes slowly make their way across the floor, to your feet, up your legs, your stomach, your chest, your neck, finally meeting your eyes. You take a tentative step forward, letting the robe slip off your shoulders and pool on the floor next to your feet. Another step, his lips part and his chest shudders.

“Maggie… did a great job. Didn’t she?”

The moment you say “she” his pupils dilate and he drops the photos to barrel towards you. His mouth covers yours as his hands grab onto your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. You throw your arms around his neck and moan, his body shakes violently at the sound. He bends and tucks his arms under your ass, lifting you and spinning towards the bed.

Your back hits the bed and his lips travel down your neck to your chest. He sucks your nipple through the lace and hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties. Taking a fistful of his hair you yank him back and he groans, his eyes wide with surprise and intense desire.

“This gift… is for all your senses. But…”

You look over your shoulder and find the folded blindfold. Holding it up, you watch him slowly realize your intentions. He sits up and you follow.

“I thought you said… this is for all of my senses?”

You motion for him to stand and he obliges. As your fingers toy with the silky fabric, his hands find your hips, keeping you close.

“There’s a reason sight was the last gift. I want your other senses to get some… special attention tonight.”

His grip tightens, but you swiftly step to the side. He follows you like a lost puppy, you giggle.

“Since it’s your birthday, tonight is all about you. So…”

You open the top drawer of his dresser, keeping your eyes fixed on Sylus. He freezes as he realizes what you’re after. You lift the handcuffs with a single finger, letting them swing back and forth teasingly.

“To make sure you behave…”

Sylus bites his lip as he lets out a low growl. It’s a sound so deep, so gritty, your eardrums can barely register it. But there’s something about the way the air thickens, tension coiling so tight it’s bound to snap at any moment. You tilt your head, a silent request for his response.

“Sweetie…”

“Tonight, it’s you. Tomorrow…”

You step closer, tossing the blindfold over your shoulder to reach up and grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down. You kiss his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, not a single inch of his face is left untouched by your delicate lips.

“You can do…” Kiss. “...whatever…” Kiss. “...you want…” Kiss. “...to me…” Kiss.

He takes a deep breath, his hands caught between reaching out for you and maintaining control. Taking a step back, you watch him. He closes his eyes and removes his t-shirt. His sweatpants fall to the floor as he steps back towards the bed. He looks to you for direction and you eye his boxers. He chuckles before pushing them down over his hips, kicking them aside. He’s already hard, his tip flushed and leaking, begging for a single touch.

You step up to the bed and climb up, you hold his shoulders and turn him around. You carefully place the blindfold over his eyes and secure the knot. Before jumping down you place a gentle kiss on his neck and he gasps softly.

“Lay down and put your hands up.”

“Is this an arrest?”

You step off the bed and press a kiss to his nipple before tugging on it with your teeth. He stumbles forward and grunts, reaching out for you only to find you’ve taken two steps back.

“Alright… this is your game, kitten. I’ll behave.”

His breathy voice makes your stomach twist, you aren't going to last long if he is going to submit so easily. Guess you’ll just have to make things more interesting. He lays back on the bed, with his head by the headboard, he lifts his hands and waits for your next command. You climb on the bed and straddle his waist, his stiff erection presses against your ass making him wince. You giggle as you place the cuff around one of his wrists. You lift his arm above his head and loop the other cuff around the headboard. Lifting his other wrist, you secure the other cuff. He tugs lightly and hears the headboard shift. A smile forms and you’re sure if his eyes weren’t covered he’d look absolutely rabid.

“Are you ready, baby?”

He tenses, you know what that pet name does to him and god, you were aching to see the fallout. You stand up and remove your panties, careful not to make too much noise as you crawl back over him. With your back to him, you inch backwards until your ass is hovering over his chest. Leaning forward you spread your fingers along the top of his thighs.

“When I say open, I want you to open your mouth, understand?”

You feel him nod.

“I need words, baby, let me hear you.”

“Yes.”

You shift backwards more and look under you to make sure your pussy is right over his face. His breathing turns ragged as his nostrils flair. He can smell you, fuck that’s hot. You lower your head and blow gently over his flushed tip.

“Ahh... fuck…”

“Open.”

You watch as he opens his mouth and stretches his neck, searching for your pussy. You make him wait another second before lowering your hips. As soon as his tongue flicks over your clit you whimper, even blindfolded, he knows your body too well. You roll your hips, riding his face just enough to spread your arousal across his nose and chin. Then you finally kiss his tip, his hips jerk and he whines.

His tongue never stops, flicking and licking and thrusting. As you take more of him into your mouth he becomes more desperate, the wooden headboard creaks as he strains against the cuffs. His heels dig into the bed, trying to keep his hips as close to your mouth as possible. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag and he nips at your clit. Your hand cups his balls to gently massage them, just holding them was enough for Sylus to pull away from his feast to swear and beg.

“Shit… Angel, please…”

You drag your tongue along his shaft as you pull away. Pre-cum and saliva coats his cock and your chin, you kiss his tip again before rubbing your cheek along the side. Your other hand strokes him, taking extra time to rub each sensitive vein.

“Please what?”

He groans and you lift your hips away, releasing his cock at the same time. His hips buck and the headboard cracks, it won’t hold him back for long. You crawl off of him to turn around, taking a moment to admire the flush of his cheeks, the way his chest heaves and his fists clench.

“Let me see you. I need to see you. Please… please Angel please…”

You unhook your bra and toss it to the floor. As you lean down, you run your fingers along his jaw, down the sides of his neck, across his collarbone, down the center of his chest. Your lips latch onto his, your hands return to his face, sliding upwards until the blindfold slips off. You sit back and watch his eyes flutter open, his pupils blown wide shrink as the dim lighting filters through. He looks down at your body bare pressed against his.

“So… you like when I handle you like this, hmm?”

As your hand begins to stroke his throbbing length once more, your lips travel across his chest. Every shudder and groan is matched with a squeeze or nip, making it impossible for him to have even a moment of peace.

“You’re being so good for me. I know you could break out of those cuffs. Break the headboard in half. But you’re such a good boy…”

His body shakes as he gasps for air, just one touch would be all it takes.

“And since you’ve been so good for me… you deserve a reward, yea?”

He nods frantically, but you don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth twists into a smile. You’re sure he’s already planning what he’ll do to you tomorrow. He’ll enjoy tormenting you just as much. You rest your forehead against his and watch his eyes roll back as you take him. He comes as soon as your hips meet and your pussy spasms around him. You roll your hips, working him through his climax, his gasps and sighs sparking your own.

“Happy birthday, my love.” 🎉🥂🎁🧁𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓊𝓈🎈🎂💐✨

AN: I would give anything to watch What Not to Wear with Sylus. Who remembers Dress to Impress btw…? Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYLUS BABY

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