[Seasons IC Inbox][un: onychinus]

[nightplumes]

This is Sylus. If you have something to say, it had better be worth my time.

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Action: during the party week (NSFW and mistakes were made apparently)

[bigdearsnowman]

[The first thing that registers in his mind before Zayne opens his eyes is that his body feels sore all over. He lets out a slight hiss as his eyes flutter open to take in the scenery before him, expecting to see Jasmine and the fairy bunny looking from off the bed.

Only to realize that not only were they not there but the room he currently is lying in is not his own. He can't help but make a quiet gasp then put his hand to his throat as he notices it feeling sore as well. Just what exactly transpired here and why are there gaps in his memory?

Alright, he needs to take in the situation and see if there is anything that can help him figure this out. The bedroom is definitely not his and it doesn't appear that he's even in the same apartment complex or area that he knows of. There's no sign of his clothes or his glasses anywhere-he blinks for a moment as another realization hits: he cannot feel any clothing on his person.

Looking down and there's quite a few red marks and...are those teeth marks on his abdomen? Now that he thinks on it, Zayne's neck does feel sore like someone bit him there too. His eyes widen because if he checks where he needs to next, he might not be ready for it. Taking a breath, he pulls down the blanket covering his lower half and then he saw them:

Bruises on his hips and thighs. They're small enough that Zayne can reduce they were fingerprints more than likely. Then there's the headache...he recalls something about...alcohol? He must have had some last night which would explain why there are gaps in his memory but who exactly was Zayne with in order to let his guard down to...? Instead, his brain decides to give him the answer in small pieces.

Lips that felt like they were devouring Zayne's own.

Piercing crimson eyes looking at him from above.

And the name Zayne moaned during an intense moment that he couldn't help but say it now:]

Sylus.

[He puts a hand to his mouth because there was no way that he and Sylus actually slept together! But it's all there clear as crystal; he cannot deny it. As much as he wants to sneak away, Zayne knows he has to confront this immediately. Scanning the room, he sees a bathrobe and grabs it, wrapping it around his body. Zayne then slowly stands up and feels yet another round of soreness except this time...

Yeah, if he's right, Sylus has become a pain in Zayne's ass in more than one way. Slowly he walks and out of the bedroom to go find the man in question and get some answers.]

[nightplumes]

[It hadn't been how Sylus had expected the night to go.

Where Zayne had woken up was - as he had rightly figured out - Sylus' main bedroom. His place of residence is in Nightwake proper, close to the Underground Mall and casino, in an area that some would consider somewhat dingy and seedy and yet the streets close to the building Sylus resides in could not be quieter. The room itself is dark, with no lingering warmth in the bed by which to judge how long Sylus himself has been out of it (or if he slept in it at all), and Zayne's clothes are nowhere to be found.

Nor, unfortunately, are his glasses.

Sylus' recollection of the night before is crystal clear. It started with a joke and barely a full shot of liquor slyly tipped into Zayne's drink. A bit of flirting. By the time he had realised that the doctor was truly insensible it had been too late for either of them to consider stopping what they were doing.

The evening had wrapped up with clumsy kissing and an abrupt teleportation across the room before he tipped Zayne onto the bed and ravished him. Every step of it had clearly been something new to the other man and it seemed he wasn't used to being handled roughly, but the way he had moaned Sylus' name out... it hadn't seemed as if he minded.

Sylus himself is aware of Zayne having woken up long before the man emerges. He heard the shifting, the intake of breath, the mutter of his name...

Zayne would find him sitting quite casually in the living area of the apartment, a cup of coffee balanced on the arm of the chair and a half finished book open against his knee. He's dressed casually, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and Mephisto is watching closely from a perch by a slightly open window.]

Ah, there you are, Zayne. [He hums out, tilting his head back to look over at him and immediately pinning the man with those piercing crimson eyes.] I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get up today.

[He sounds... normal. Not gloating, not overly pleased with himself. Just a normal conversation as if they didn't have sex last night.]

There's coffee in the pot and I ordered some pastries for breakfast. They're on the counter. [A small nod in the direction of the kitchen.] Your clothes are with the cleaner, they should be back in an hour or so. The bathroom is down the hall on the left if you want to take a shower.

[bigdearsnowman]

[He really has to take it all in for a moment. The scene before him just appears to be something absolutely...normal. Sylus keeps surprising him at every corner that Zayne cannot tell what exactly to expect next. Honestly it throws him off which that tends to be a theme when it comes to the man and it's taking awhile for the doctor to get used to it and yet that small part of his mind is practically yelling "Stop being surprised already". But he does need to confirm something:]

How long have I been asleep?

[Well, that was not what he wanted to ask first but the comment about sleeping was yet another throw off. And he is feeling hungry and should get something in his stomach--there he goes again. No, just ask him first before anything else just to confirm.]

There's quite a few gaps in my memory from last night but I need to be sure: did we...?

[All the marks on his body say yes but Zayne doesn't trust his shotty short term memory.]

[nightplumes]

Oh... seven or eight hours? You were quite worn out.

[Entirely Sylus' fault and he doesn't doubt Zayne might have slept more were it not for the alcohol. Being drunk rarely makes for a restful night of sleep, after all. The second question, though, makes him pause. He closes his eyes briefly and seems to almost smirk, just a bit, as he sets his book down against his leg and turns his attention more fully to the other man.]

Did we have sex? Come now, you're a doctor, you should be able to say such things without blushing.

[He doesn't think the question really needs to be answered, but clearly Zayne is doubting his own memory at the moment.]

We did. You were very... enthusiastic. I was a little impressed by your performance to tell the truth, I didn't know you had it in you.

[bigdearsnowman]

[When it comes to his patients, he's cool and calm and able to explain the most awkward diagnosis with a clear mind. Too bad when it comes to himself, that gets thrown out the window especially when it comes to intimate matters. It's what happens when someone tries to control themselves too much because one day, it might end up biting them and for Zayne, it came from an attractive crime boss. As these things do.

And yet his cheeks grow redder and warmer at the mention of his own 'performance', instead deciding to get some coffee and drown it in sugar because he needs some kind of liquid down his throat. Zayne should grab water but once again, doctors are horrible at health decisions for themselves.]

Neither did I but I suppose that is something we both learned.

[He reaches to touch his neck, feeling the marks made there as the front of the bathrobe slips only a small amount, enough to expose a bit of his chest. He shouldn't bother asking this because he should just keep quiet, wait for his clothes to get here and leave but his curiosity gets to him.]

You certainly left me with a few reminders but did I leave any on you by chance?

[Despite his drunken state at the time, if Sylus said he was enthusiastic, he must have done something.]

[nightplumes]

[A smooth chuckle.]

Oh, you tried. Unfortunately for you, it takes a little more than that to leave a permanent mark.

[His healing abilities had easily taken care of any of that without so much as a draw on his energy reserves. Nothing against Zayne, or the marks, but he does like having the upper hand.

He's not joking about the enthusiasm, though. His tone stays casual as he continues;]

And there were only a few attempts. Your mouth was busy with other things once I got started.

[Like gasping for breath and moaning his name--]

[bigdearsnowman]

[He did figure out that more than likely he was a little bit vocal because if Zayne did more, his jaw would also be sore. He can certainly figure out what would cause that but not the focus now.]

Yes well, hopefully there were no complaints about the volume. I normally don't raise my voice like that.

[Before he can say anything else, Zayne is shoving that coffee down his throat slowly, looking away while still red in his cheeks. Should he even be talking about this? This is the right time to accept the shower and then leave, possibly to never do this again-

Possibly? Why that instead of never?

His logic dictates that despite the possible fun time last night, Sylus is still the head of Onychinus and he shouldn't try that again due to the danger. However, he can counter that Sylus has not done anything here to cause harm to others and cannot go on that alone. Yes he might tease Zayne quite a bit but it's been friendly and he doesn't get that a lot. And despite the alcohol, it sounded like it was something Zayne wanted as well. He can feel something flash behind his eyes, a drunken kiss...did he move first? He truly wishes that he could remember all of last night but his mind is still trying to catch up, making a 'tch' noise into his mug as he finishes the coffee. However, it seems his filter got turned off because Zayne cannot help but mutter in frustration--]

Maybe next time, I won't be drunk when this happens again.

[...did he just say that? His eyes widen because he in fact say those words out loud somewhat.]

[nightplumes]

[Sylus does expect that Zayne will only hang around for as long as it takes for his clothes to be returned, then he'll bolt out of the door and who knows how long it might be until he sees the good doctor again.

He can tell the other man is thinking something through again and turns his attention back to his book and his coffee, only for Zayne to say something that catches him by surprise.]

Next time?

[A slip of the tongue, surely, but of course Sylus jumps on the statement immediately. A soft, sly chuckle escapes him.]

Is that an offer?

[bigdearsnowman]

[This is the moment. His logic keeps on saying to him that he can leave and forget about this entire experience, never to think about it ever again. Sylus is giving him a means out so Zayne should take it so life can go back to being normal.

He should...leave...

But why does it feel like the wrong answer?

He knows why, no matter what his mind tells him, logic isn't the only thing that fuels him. He just doesn't use that part of himself as much for himself compared to everyone else. He's happy with everything he has, fine with the small tokens and moments and shouldn't ask for more. He shouldn't ask for more than that...and yet.

Not all of the memories have come back but from what Zayne can remember, it felt good. It has been a long time since he could loosen the reigns so to speak, the constant worry and fear that if he doesn't have control that the consequences would be dire. He could and has hurt others before due to his Evol being out of control and that keeps his feelings in check.

But here? Nothing of the sort. It felt good to be touched like that for once, to receive rather than give. Zayne would be fine with just once and never let it be a thing again but this time...he doesn't want it to just be only one. If he doesn't grasp this chance, who knows if it will be offered again. He takes a breath to steady his heart and gives his answer.

He can't go back now.]

Yes.

[nightplumes]

[He remembers it all perfectly. The idle flirtation, the way Zayne had all but thrown himself at him and how quickly they had ended up back here. The breathless enthusiasm and the way the doctor had said his name like a prayer and a plea all at once. How his fingers had twitched as they held on to him, like some part of him was resisting even while he cried out his pleasure.

The way frost had spread in patches over his skin again and again, blooming like fragile ice on winter-chilled glass. Not a concern for Sylus.

He closes his book and stands, moving over to where Zayne is dithering and firmly boxing the man in against the kitchen counter. His smile verges on predatory now, an unnatural light shining behind his eyes as he chases the threads of desire weaving their way through the other man.

Oh, this is very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Who could have known that such a stoic man would have such torrid hidden depths.

Gently, he taps a curled finger beneath Zayne's chin.]

Why wait?

[bigdearsnowman]

[There's nowhere to run or hide now. Practically pinned against the counter as Zayne feels his heart race at the closeness and heat of the other man before him. In this moment, he is the prey who willingly walked into the trap. He looks up at Sylus, gazing into those crimson eyes and knew what he must.

Inhale...exhale...]

Mmm, why wait indeed.

[It's low, quiet but before his courage gets a chance to leave him, Zayne leans forward and closes the gap between them with a desperate kiss, uncertain and yet willing to partake in this desire he's long kept locked within. One hand keeps him steady holding onto Sylus's shoulder while the other snakes upwards to thread his fingers through the man's silver locks.]

[nightplumes]

[Why wait, indeed.

He anticipates the move before the kiss lands and leans into it immediately, pressing Zayne back against the counter and sliding a knee between his thighs. Sylus inhales softly between ravenous presses of lips before pushing deeper, easily re-familiarising himself with the taste of the other man, coaxing him to do the same in turn.

He's domineering and demanding without being overly aggressive. Aims to rob him of breath without choking him. The shift of his thigh and how closely he presses in loosens the belt holding Zayne's robe together and he feels the fabric shift, taking the opportunity to slide one warm hand inside and trace fingertips against the shallow curve of his hip.

There's a small smirk on his face when he finally pulls back to catch his breath. He's a little flushed with anticipation, and tilts his head across the room to the door that Zayne had only recently walked out of.]

Unless you'd prefer that I fuck you against the counter. I tend to value the additional comfort, myself.

[bigdearsnowman]

[While he may have been the one who initiated, the press back against the counter reminds Zayne that he's not the one in charge of this particular dance. He could feel his breath being stolen from his lungs, familiar touches on his hip as Sylus coaxes his mouth open for him to follow. Oh, he tastes sinful and Zayne craves more of it.

It takes all his will power to not close his thighs, suppressing that instinct. With that pressure, Zayne could feel his arousal grow and the only thing protecting him is the bathrobe and that will only be for a couple minutes. Or so he thought until it shifts and it loosens; now it can possibly be less than thirty seconds. How is it that this man can unravel him so quickly and leave him exposed in more ways than one?]

Tempting as that sounds, I'm inclined to agree with you.

[After all, he's still sore from their activities the night before; he can definitely use the extra comfort.]

[nightplumes]

[He can feel the other man melting against him in curious opposition to the strength behind his words. Sylus tilts his head just so, the light in the back of one of his eyes glinting.]

So self-assured all of a sudden. What happened to the demure doctor asking questions he already knew the answers to?

[Not that he's complaining. It's fun.

He curls one hand into the front of the robe and steps back, once, twice, almost gentle in how he draws Zayne along with him. His direction is purposeful - they both know where they're going - and once there he pushes the door shut... then pushes Zayne up against it.]

I wonder, [The crime lord hums as his lips brush the warm curve of Zayne's throat, as tendrils of mist creep along the dark-haired man's arms and pull them upwards, pinning them over his head...

As the fabric of that robe finally falls open.

(He smirks.)]

If you'll be less vocal when you're sober. I hope not. It would be a pity to miss out on that lovely voice moaning my name.

[bigdearsnowman]

[He's not heard that term when it came to himself, usually stoic or cold but only because that tends to be how he conducts himself while at work. How much he has to hold back that people never really saw the other side of the good doctor, or what he's capable of.

His eyes do look off to the side as he makes some kind of noise of surprise, knowing that Sylus is teasing him yet again. Of course he would and Zayne lets him do so every time. When he moves, he follows as they head back to the bedroom and finds himself against the door. A soft grunt escapes Zayne's throat as he gently bites the inside of his bottom lip, keeping his voice quiet for the moment but only for that until his arms move not of his own volition. He lets out a gasp but wether it's from seeing the evol in action or Sylus's lips on his skin, he doesn't know. Maybe both. And yet his mind wanders, pondering if he had seen it used the night before and if so, what else was it used for?

His thoughts become interrupted when his robe opens and exposes everything, Zayne can't find it in himself to feel shame. His body like a canvas for only one to see, including how incredibly aroused he is. Not wanting to simply react to those touches, Zayne bends a leg to slowly let his foot move up Sylus's pant leg.]

If you're so eager, [A small shudder as his eyes become half lidded, wanting.] then touch me and find out.

[nightplumes]

[Intriguing. Just where did this confidence come from? Not that he didn't seem confident the night before but Sylus had assumed it was a side-effect of the drink.

But no... it seems the doctor has some surprises hidden away after all.]

You make a compelling offer... [He purrs out the words as the coils of his Evol snaked around Zayne's forearms keep him held in place. Sylus openly takes the bait, his hand clasping firmly around Zayne's thigh and hefting it up against his hip as he half lifts the man up against the door.

There's a kiss, then. Another of those heated, devouring kisses that manages to be soft and wanting and demanding all at once. What a temptation Zayne is. One that Sylus has no intentions of resisting.]

Why don't we... get you comfortable.

[The hold he has on the other man loosens enough to let him move. There's only one option for a destination however - the still-ruffled sheets that Zayne had only recently left. He gets tipped back onto it, another kiss to silence any complaints, then one of those wry smirks.]

Do you trust me..?

[He's asked this last night. Zayne had seemed too heated to really process the question before answering in the affirmative (terrible decision, really), and Sylus had proceeded to use his Evol in some... innovative ways.

(The Hunters probably have some regulation against what he did with it, and with Zayne--)

This time, when he asks, he wonders if he'll get the same response.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[Zayne's unable to speak his thoughts due to the kisses stealing his breath away. Yes, let him taste, let him devour...his mouth opens just enough for him to release a low moan to answer instead. He couldn't figure out what exactly that kiss is supposed to show but Zayne could parse out an incredible want coming from Sylus. Temptation going both ways as he feels like he can drown in those eyes of his.

When he can move again, Zayne shrugs off the bathrobe, letting it pool on the floor before finding himself back onto those familiar sheets and silenced with another kiss. He let out a small whine when he didn't get any more but looks when one simple question is asked.

A loaded question but one he does have to think on quickly, none of his usual pondering. His breaths heavy as he should ask what exactly he tends to do but this also feels like something important, to take a chance into the unknown. His logical side would refuse but Zayne overall? A small smile curves as he answers with his own kiss.]

Yes, I trust you.

[nightplumes]

Terrible decision, really.

[Sylus hums the words out but honestly, if he was going to do anything to Zayne to hurt him, he has already had ample opportunity to do so and they both know it. There's no real reason for him to cause the other man harm.

So, he doesn't.

Instead, mist creeps over the bed and subtly, slowly, begins drowning Zayne's mind in pleasure signals. Tingling almost-touches brush against the insides of his thighs, his nipples, every bruise and bite that Sylus left on him the night before. Tendrils creep inside him and assault his senses with a growing awareness of being strangely full... yet Sylus isn't even close to entering him yet.

Sylus is busy while his entirely inappropriate use of his Evol does half the work for him. His mouth trails over familiar paths, his fingertips dig pressure points against Zayne's skin, and he moves down, steady, lower, until he's dragging his lips idly against the line of the doctor's groin.

Maybe it's all too easy now to see how he ended up here.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[Is it really?

Zayne doesn't get a chance to answer when the mist gets a hold of him. He should be scared as they caress his senses, letting him know what he's been missing all this time. There's a difference between imaging what could have happened and actually experiencing it; the latter letting his desires bloom and flourish after being pressed down.

He grips the sheets and throws his head back with a moan escaping his lips and the man's name chanting like a prayer. A certain someone definitely would not like that but shhh.]

Oh Sylus-

[It's hard for Zayne to try and find an anchor to focus on, especially with how Sylus's evol is playing him like a violin. How dangerous of a situation he finds himself in and yet it makes his body sing wanting more. His head tilts down and sees where Sylus is and knows what next.

Give him room.

Slowly he lets his legs open up more, enough that Sylus can move in comfortably. Yes, this feels about right...]

[nightplumes]

[With the curtains still drawn the glow of the aether core embedded in Sylus' eye is entirely obvious as he gently manipulates Zayne with his Evol. He has used his ability to control others and string them along with their own desires for things far more taxing and far less pleasant than this... and the way Zayne moans out his name sends a little shiver up his spine.

He slides one hand up the inside of Zayne's thigh as his legs fall open, studying his face and watching his expression until another throb of pleasure has him rolling his head back again.

What a pretty sight.

Sylus sighs, low and soft, and inhales the subtle musk of Zayne's skin. Who would have thought... that Zayne would be so swiftly swept up by his own desires. Sylus could not have anticipated it would be so easy.

His eyelids dip as he takes the head of Zayne's cock into his mouth. He doesn't plan to let him climax like this... but hasn't he earned a little treat? Besides, it would distract him from what was to come. The faux-fullness created by the Evol wouldn't compare to the very real sensation of slicked fingers pressing into him...]

[bigdearsnowman]

[Throughout the waves of pleasure, he can't help but take notice of Sylus's gaze. The darkness within the room helps with the imagination of a predator preparing to strike at any moment, the other man's gaze staring Zayne down before taking him into his mouth. His mouth falls open as his mind tries to catch up--is one of his eyes glowing or is it a trick of his own mind? This is what he asked for. Zayne willing stepped into the den, knowing what would await him within.

His breath stuttering as one hand reaches for Sylus, running his fingers through his hair and holds on firmly.]

More...please...

[He can't recall the last time he felt this greedy, wanting lips, teeth, touch on him as if he were drowning. Zayne's body telling him that this is a need and how he shouldn't reject such a gift.

And then...he feels it.

Fingers pressing into him and Zayne cries out, arching his back and sensing something familiar slipping out as he can feel a chill creep on his body. Below his pecs and circling his sides forms frost, intricate patterns of snowflakes slowly take shape. So much is happening right now and he's trying to hold on, not completely lose himself...]

[nightplumes]

[From the beginning he hasn't been holding back. He's been planning to drown Zayne in this, to not give him a moment to even consider a second thought.

He tilts his head subtly into the grip on his hair as if in approval of it. The smallest of smiles curves his lips as the other man's cock slides further into his mouth and his fingers press deeper inside, chasing the curve of Zayne's body as he arches against the sensation.

Oh, but he'd still be sore. Sylus is careful because of that. Yet... not so careful that he doesn't prompt a repeat of last night, feeling the faint chill of nearby ice before he lifts his head a little to see it swirling frosted patterns on Zayne's skin.

The fingertips of his free hand drag idly across the frost. There it is again.]

Don't worry about losing control. [He purrs out the words.] Consider it a required part of the experience.

[bigdearsnowman]

["Don't worry" he says.

He'll always worry, even deep down just because of what tends to happen whenever his evol goes out of control. How far will it go before someone gets hurt again?]

But-

[Even in his pleasure addled mind, he can't help but let the thought idle within. The frost then spreads to his hips and then it races. What if it becomes more than just pretty decor on his skin, instead forming sharp spikes? Sylus wouldn't hurt him but what if Zayne accidentally does? It wouldn't be right, there would be so much guilt how would he trust him--

His eyes widen at the immediate thought, remembering Sylus's question before this even started. He asked if he trusted him to do all of this and Zayne accepted. Now he's telling him that he can do this one thing, wouldn't that count as trust on his end? He takes a breath, tries to relax his body (still hard with those fingers filling him up) and nods.]

Alright.

[It does help that he's touching where the frost is gathering, not disturbed by it.]

[nightplumes]

[There's always caution, of course. Zayne's Evol is powerful and in the hands of someone who only controls it by maintaining fierce control over himself... so what happens when that control is tested? Nothing bad happened last night but perhaps the alcohol dulled the problem. Now they would see if something more than a coating of frost would occur.

And it would be fine, if it did. Sylus has taken worse than a shard of ice and lived.]

Good boy.

[Murmured almost like a playful taunt, then his mouth is back on the man again. He takes him in completely this time, his free hand wrapped firm around the doctor's thigh to keep him from bucking as he works him with his tongue and fingers and relishes how he squirms against the attention.

Then he adds a third. Pushes all three in slowly and curls the digits deep into him. He can feel the resistance there and it is... sinful. Almost decadently so.

And to have his cock in the mouth of the leader of the N109 Zone? Does Zayne understand how rare a position he is in? Possibly not.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[If he could go redder in the ears, he would have with that comment. It's mundane to most but in the thrall of intimacy both men are partaking in, it's something different. Or at least, it has made Zayne feel warmer in his core. Something to think about later since his mind is torn between Sylus's mouth warming his cock and his fingers pressing against his walls. The pleasure is great and he can feel it build within, making his toes curl and yet trying his best not to move his hips along with the motions.

He feels the stretch and moans wantonly, clenching around his fingers as Sylus unknowingly hits a spot that causes him to see stars, gasping for air.]

Sylus-!

[His voices raises in volume, unable to keep quiet within the walls of the bedroom. Hopefully these too are sound proof because if not, there might be some neighbors wondering what is going on. He can't help it, give him a taste and he'll be wanting more just like now. If his fingers could do this then what would his...oh, he shudders in anticipation at the thought.]

[nightplumes]

[The walls are not quite sound proof but luckily... Sylus has no neighbours. It was really going to be one or the other with how secretive he can be.

A soft noise hums in Sylus' throat as his name is cried out again. Ah yes. That's more like it. What Zayne assumed to be unknowing, pleasurable chance was entirely deliberate, of course, and perhaps that would become more obvious when it happens a second time.

He lifts his head up for a breath, releasing Zayne's length with an obscene pop of his lips around the head, and he sighs in satisfaction at the mess the other man is already in.]

Do you think you can take it already?

[It's probably going to hurt. He's still sore and sensitive from the first time and unused to this besides, and Sylus can feel the tight clench around his thrusting fingers as Zayne's body reacts to both the intrusion and the jolts of unfamiliar pleasure.]

So academics aren't the only thing your ambition stretches to.

[Speaking of stretching...]

[bigdearsnowman]

[And what a beautiful mess Zayne is thanks to Sylus's hard work: flushed skin along with lace like patterns of frost decorating parts of his body, melting slowly due to the heat both of them have been producing, redden cheeks and half lidded eyes of green and desire looking back at him and a small lopsided smile showing how much he's been enjoying everything.

His blush gets deeper when he hears that pop from Sylus's mouth, not there yet but could feel the precum leak out from himself. Maybe once his mind settles from the pleasure, he'll realize that the most powerful player of the N109 Zone just sucked him off, being in that position alone and what it meant. But that's for later.

It's when that same sweet spot gets struck again that Zayne realizes that he more than likely knew it from last night. Seriously, he's going to either find a way to not get drunk or stay away from alcohol because of this.

Perhaps it's because of the pleasure still within that he doesn't want to wait. Fingers can only do so much and Zayne...he wants all of it.]

I can.

[There's only so much preparation that can be done before enough is enough. Will this be something he regrets? More than likely no but he's not turning back from it.]

Please...

[nightplumes]

[Oh, he is eager. Sylus pauses a moment, as if thinking, then casually shrugs his shoulder.]

All right.

[Don't blame him if it hurts.

Zayne gets a couple of minutes to pull himself together as Sylus shifts away to pull off his shirt. As he drops his sweatpants a moment later it is immediately evident that he was wearing nothing under them.

If that hadn't already been obvious.

He moves up onto the bed again, situating himself between Zayne's thighs and letting his cock slide against the cleft of the other man's ass. He doesn't ask if he's sure - there's been plenty of opportunity for backing out.

No, what he does is take a firm grip on Zayne's hip, guiding himself into place with the other hand. Then... he pushes inside.

His cock is thicker and more unyielding than his fingers were and though the growing pressure is gradual, it is also steady and deliberate as he enters the other man with languid rolls of his hips.

Zayne said he wanted it. Said please. Who is he to turn away that kind of desire.]

Don't forget to breathe...

[bigdearsnowman]

[It's in the moment when his pants go off and Zayne sees Sylus in all of his glory that a couple thoughts go through his mind: one is how he knew that caused him to be sore as he was when he woke up that day and it's very possible that he may be compromised later on. The second is how his eyes widen at the sight of the other man's cock and how he couldn't help but let a tiny gulp escape, almost can feel his mouth water.

Oh this is going to absolutely hurt. Just by feeling his girth slide down, Zayne knew that this is the point of no return. Well, they went passed that long before but he won't say a word except take Sylus's advice to breath...in and out...in and out...and then he feels that pressure bloom once he pushes in.

Zayne cries out and throws his head against the pillows, feeling his eyes roll back from the all the sensations happening at this very moment. The stretch and how if he felt full before now with just the help of an evol, could not compare to the real thing.]

Big...so big...

[He shuts his eyes as he can feel a little bit of tears stinging from the corners but refuses to let that deter him. There is pain without a single doubt but there's also pleasure to be had, especially when he's practically squeezing Sylus from within.]

[nightplumes]

You know what they say about flattery...

[Does he? Does Zayne know what anyone says about anything at this moment in time? The always put together young surgeon is all but gone here, lost to the pleasure-pain jolting through his body.

And Sylus can feel every time the man clenches down around him, though it doesn't stop him at all. Any discomfort on his own part is easily overlooked.

He holds Zayne's hips steady with a firm hand until he bottoms out fully inside him. The way the other man's body instinctively tries to force the intrusion back out rolls in rippling spasms over his cock, drawing out a low groan of appreciation.

But didn't he want it? Didn't he say please? No backing out of it now.

Zayne's wrists are pinned over his head in a curling chain of black-red mist. Sylus braces his hands against the other man's thighs as he starts to move, slow and languid, plunging deeply into him each time his hips push forwards. He kisses him when he moans, taking advantage of parted lips, and makes one thing abundantly clear in his domination of the encounter;

Zayne was never in control here.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[The best time to ask is once they're not in the middle of such intimacy. Which might not be for some time since Zayne is barely hanging on, his desires taking over the rational part of his mind. The pain is still there but the doctor can't help but writhe at how wonderful it feels.

Even as Zayne drowns in his newly awakened feelings, his body simply doesn't want to remain still. When the mist binds his arms again, he can't help but let out a small pitiful whine. When he feels his legs being held up with every thrust from Sylus, he can't help but want to touch. Wants to hook his legs around him and let him keep going while he can scream his name. Want his fingers to feel those arms holding him up...

He can't do that if Sylus keeps kissing him when he speaks, as if he is swallowing his voice. Didn't he want to hear him?

Can't touch, can't speak... it's no wonder that his evol decides to react again. Only this time, it's not just on his skin but the very air around them; snowflakes begin to fall around the bed, most seem to melt when they fall onto flushed and heated skin. It's only a small encounter but hopefully it stays as much.

Someone who is used to staying in control against someone who can assert theirs, even using it against the other. He's outmatched here, there is no other option left except for one:

Let go.

And so, Zayne does. As much as his mind can do at least.]

[nightplumes]

[The sensation of snow falling against his back sends a prickle up his spine, but the feeling isn't an unpleasant one. Not at all.

He slows his relentless driving into the other man's body to let him catch his breath as he feels the resistance against him ease just enough to erase any discomfort on his end. It's a sign to him that Zayne's body is growing used to being fucked, accepting the intrusion even if it still hurts, and of course he'll take the opportunity to make himself known with deeper, slower thrusts that stuff the man full each time.

Sylus still kisses him but lets him moan. Still holds him steady but releases his hands to let him grasp and cling. In the brief moments he's able to catch Zayne's gaze he can see that he's drowning.

The firm and steadying grip Sylus has on him is the only thing keeping him from being shunted up towards the headboard. Soft grunts exhale on each breath as pleasure sinks through his veins.]

That's it... [Sultry words whispered against the curve of his throat as blunt teeth pinch against the skin.] Let it take you.

[bigdearsnowman]

[The message is loud and clear...or at least as much as someone mostly lost to their desires can understand.

His expression can be described only as experiencing such exquisite bliss especially when feeling the pressure of being stuffed to the brim, his mouth parting open even after so many kisses as the moans grow into a crescendo and more frequent. The slap of skin against skin becoming a tempo for him to follow along as he feels his arms become free from the bindings. Yes, let him touch...

Those same steady hands reach out to feel Sylus's upper arms at first before one snakes further up to hold onto his shoulder, letting his body do the talking for once as he runs on emotions than his usual logic. The other one then moves lower, caressing his chest in small circles. No particular reason other than wanting to touch, to know the other man's body like his. Every movement he feels within, he cannot help but babble the words, broken sentences but the point still comes across.]

Feel--divine-! Aah~!

[It's when that one bundle of nerves gets stroked that Zayne cries out Sylus's name again but the heat that has been building within his core begins to make his lower muscles tense. With every move of his hips he can feel it.]

Close...gonna...!

[It won't be much longer and Zayne can feel himself about to explode.]

[nightplumes]

Already..?

[A little surprising given the amount of discomfort he must be in and yet perhaps not so much, with how eagerly he's thrown himself into the entire thing. Sylus doesn't relent even for a moment but as he feels the other man begin to tremble and tense up around him he pushes an arm and a wisp of Evol energy around him and pulls him up.

And if Zayne thought Sylus had bottomed out before, the change in angle as he's seated in the red-eyed man's lap would prove him immediately wrong.

He braces a hand against the base of Zayne's spine and curls the other around the back of his neck, tugging him down to bite against his lower lip. Would he have the strength and presence of mind to move of his own accord... or would the simple act of being so completely filled be enough to tip him over the edge?]

[bigdearsnowman]

[At first, Zayne lets out a little yelp when he feels himself being pulled up because it feels so sudden. It's when he finds himself straddling Sylus's lap and that new angle that he can't help but cry out in surprise. It feels like his body has been set aflame (thankfully not due to his Summer abilities) but what shocks him is that he can still feel that tightness within, like a bowstring ready to snap.

He still feels like he's going to come undone but his body decides to delay that sensation a bit longer. Despite the desire driving him, Zayne's body did not wish to release and there is a reason for it: he wants to be a bit more active in his pleasure. It does not feel right for him to simply let it happen to him, even if he has let go; doesn't mean to simply lie and take it. Besides, it's boring.

That bite to his bottom lip jolts him to hiss in reply, finding himself lifting his hips up and bringing them back down firmly, pressing against that particular spot over and over. If he's going to climax soon, he wants to be part of it, not just feeling the emotions.]

[nightplumes]

[He had a feeling, when the position changed, that it might result in Zayne not being able to hold out any longer. That the opposite turns out to be true is not disappointing. Sylus grips him firmly and guides the grind of his hips, coaxing a change in angle that would have him hitting that spot he's seeking just right each time.

His thighs are burning with a delicious pull of tension across the muscles as he rocks up towards Zayne's movements. Softly panting breaths puff out between hard and insistent kisses. The heat mixed with the little flurries of snowflakes and occasional flashes of ice that creep over Zayne's skin are intoxicating and he thinks, not too surprisingly, that he could certainly stand to do this again...

And again, and again.

When he feels that shivering tension pulsing through Zayne's body again he curls one hand around his cock, stroking him in slow counterpoint to the plunging of his hips. Sylus himself isn't quite done, but... no matter. He can keep using Zayne's over-sensitive body once he's spent.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[He's surprised for a moment when Sylus grips him but when he manages to strike him there, Zayne could feel the wind get knocked out of him. For the time being, it appears that Sylus knows his body better than he does. If he was more lucid, he'd question that but instead, leans into those fierce kisses and firm holds.

He knows the ice is spreading but keeping itself contained, instead complementing the marks and bites from before. For the first time in a long while, the frost and chill doesn't bother him. His focus only being on the man holding him, giving him the pleasures he didn't realize he wanted until now. Well, while sober at least. He can feel the heat spread as he picks up the pace, trying to parse wether Zayne should focus on how great it feels being stroked or stretched enough that words can't really describe his feelings.]

Sylus-!

[His voice has some rasp from the constant moans and cries but still Zayne keeps going, rocking his hips and muscles flexing in preparation. He needs to...needs to...]

Sylus-!

[His body has held on for as long as it could and Zayne can feel the damn beginning to burst. With one last thrust within, he can see the room be consumed with stars as he throws his head back and he lets out-]

Sylus!

[And then it breaks. He can feel his release dribble down his cock, splash some on his abdomen and the pressure in general ease up. He holds onto the other man as he brings his head back to look at him with lust hazed green eyes and kiss swollen lips, slowing his breathing. He doesn't have words to express how good it is but he's not wanting to move from Sylus's lap right now.]

[nightplumes]

[Oh, but those raspy moans of his name are just delicious. Much the same as the previous night yet with an added clarity from sobriety that makes it all the more thrilling.

There's a moment when he knows what's coming. That Zayne can't take it anymore. He strokes the man through his orgasm as he rides it out and grits the back of his jaw with a soft groan as the clenching tightness around him floods him with pleasure...

But Sylus is not quite done. His cock is still hard and hot inside the doctor's body and as Zayne's length softens in his palm and he lets go to firmly grasp his hips again, it's clear the man will not get to rest just yet.

He gets moved with deliberate force as Sylus chases his own orgasm, raking over sensitised nerves and pushing Zayne past the point of exhaustion.]

Hold on.

[His voice is a pleased little purr as he hooks his arms beneath Zayne's thighs and lifts his feet just enough to remove all agency in the decision to move on his own.

Sylus has him now, soft breaths catching moans in the back of his throat as he edges closer to his own climax.]

[bigdearsnowman]

[It would be rude for Zayne to be able to reach his orgasm but for Sylus to not. It's why he doesn't fight against his maneuvers despite his body wanting a moment of respite, joining in the chorus with his own quiet breaths.]

Yes...

[The desire is still within him, burying itself further and refusing to leave...and Zayne doesn't want it to. He's sure that the door has been opened and cannot be locked.]

...fill...in me...

[He's trying his best to coax him further, pressing against the heat within. Practically milking him because he wants to feel him deep. It's just another sign of their intimacy really, he's not so worried about how he is going to feel (or how much is he going to limp) but wanting to be sure that Sylus takes his fill. He can't be sure if it was the same last night but he'll try it now.]

[nightplumes]

[It doesn't take long, with Zayne being such a willing and eager participant to his desires.

Sylus' orgasm is accompanied by a soft snarl muffled into Zayne's shoulder as his teeth bite down against warm skin. Fingernails dig against the other man's thighs, a firm grip of both hands pulling him in and ensuring every drop spills deeply inside. He shudders slightly, breathes in and exhales, and hums his satisfaction against the red marks his teeth just left.

Then he loosens his hold, letting Zayne either fall back or keep himself held up as he likes.]

Well then, Doctor... [His voice is that low purr again.] I hope you had no other plans today.

[bigdearsnowman]

[He did ask for it in a sense, shuddering in ecstasy at both sensations. Oh how both the pleasure of feeling Sylus release within along with the (slight) pain of his bite and nails, silent but holding on even after his grip lessens.

Zayne doesn't fall over, rather stays in position and gives his hips a little roll. He can feel the dripping from his entrance but doesn't bother to lift himself off, rather wanting to be here just a little bit longer. But then that tone slips from the crime boss and Zayne can't help but go red. That little rational voice is for the most part quiet as his mind has to parse everything and how he should answer.

To be fair, his department has told those who were involved in protecting the barrier and helping drive off those darkness creatures to take the next few days off to recoup and relax. Also because the parties were happening and of course work wasn't going to get done while the city celebrates.]

I don't.

[Zayne lazily lets his fingertips graze along the back of Sylus's neck. He doesn't think he has any other plans...he would remember them if they were important. Besides, he doesn't feel completely spent yet.]

If you're implying to more, my stamina is more than adequate in keeping up.

[He honestly would have asked but Sylus beat him to the punch so to speak.]

[nightplumes]

[Sylus slides his hand up Zayne's spine so the man is not so much pushed as taken back against the bed, and he catches the man's mouth again in a lazy, languid kiss.

What a treat this has been.

They're both hot and sweaty and sticky, and the bed is a mess, and his thoughts turn to the adjoining bathroom and the shower that Zayne still has not taken since waking up.]

I could suggest a change of location.

[His fingertips rub idly into the slick mess spattered over Zayne's stomach, smearing it a little before he lifts his hand up and pointedly licks the mildly salty fluid from his fingers.]

Provided you can walk. Unless you'd rather I carry you again.

[bigdearsnowman]

[He hums into the kiss, feeling content as he lets his desire settle. Settle but far from gone, especially how Zayne can't help but react to how Sylus decided to taste what he's left behind. His adam's apple bobs as he shudders, pupils slowly widening in bliss while his lips slightly part, barely seeing the tip of his tongue moisten the inside of his upper lip.

This man is going to ruin him completely by the time this ends and yet it will be done with a smile on his face.]

Oh? Thinking about the counter this time?

[He's joking but Zayne can't help but mention it. But then of course, the mention of being carried makes him blink a couple of times as his mind decides to snap that memory to the surface. Between that and trying to kiss Sylus's neck at the time, Zayne has to wonder how odd he truly is while completely drunk. Just another reason to not touch the stuff again or at least find a means to not get wasted like that.]

The feeling in my legs is still here. I doubt you'll find a reason to do that again.

[Maybe.]

[nightplumes]

I was thinking about the shower.

[Since Zayne is not the only one hot, sweaty, and painted in slowly drying fluids. He idly massages his hand against the other man's thigh.

An unusual (but welcome) way to begin his day... and to continue it.

He's still somehow half-hard, pressed against Zayne's leg as they laze against the bed together, and his recollection of carrying the man across the apartment the night before is still quite clear. It isn't something he would mind repeating.]

The counter can remain an option for later.

[bigdearsnowman]

[That gets a small chuckle out of Zayne because that is a fair point. He should have taken the shower when he first woke up but his mind decided that he wanted answers first and then he could clean up. Clearly that wasn't the path he took but he has no regrets. Not when he could embrace his desires as a result.]

I wouldn't say no to that.

[They really should but it's tempting to just stay in bed for the time being. Especially since he can feel Sylus pressing against him, making his arousal stir just a bit. This man is a menace he swears and he wouldn't want it any other way as he lets his fingers stroke Sylus's chest. Slowly he lets his hand move up as Zayne leans in to give his own relaxed kiss.]

Well then...shall we?

[nightplumes]

[Zayne is unexpectedly affectionate and as it is, Sylus does not mind responding in kind.]

Let's.

[And with just a hint of playfully performative reluctance he pulls himself away from the doctor's grasp and slides off the bed, stretching as he stands up. The muscles of his back and shoulders flex as he moves then he glances back over his shoulder, tilting his head.]

Come on, then.

[Sylus will walk naked to the bathroom without a care. Of course he would, why should he mind if he's naked in his own home? How Zayne decides to follow is up to him but once they are in the bathroom he won't waste much time at all in pressing the other man up against the cool tiles of the shower wall.

His fingertips trip against the back of Zayne's thigh then curl around it, pulling the man's leg up against his.]

I hope you weren't overstating that stamina of yours, doctor. I'd hate to be left unsatisfied.

[bigdearsnowman]

[As Sylus is doing his stretching, Zayne cannot help but watch his back muscles move in awe. The body can do amazing things and he just wants to appreciate all the hard work it does, even if it's just letting his eyes wander. Once he moves and leaves the darkness of the bedroom, Zayne pushes himself up as he can feel the tenseness of his legs spread out as he starts to walk. It's much more casual but he feels like he's being led by a thread of his own making as he reaches his destination.

Only to be up against the wall the moment he steps inside but given the shudder he lets out, it's a reprieve to his heated skin for the time being. Zayne has the feeling that it's going to warm up quickly as he lets Sylus maneuver him.]

Mmm, that would be disappointing.

[He tilts his head to the side as his hand gingerly strokes the hollow of his neck and moves downward, his eyes cast down but a small smirk graces Zayne's lips.]

The best way is to see in action, wouldn't you agree?

[nightplumes]

You're going to be more interesting than I could have anticipated, aren't you.

[So much for thinking he would be up and out of the door the moment he woke up.

The hot water warms their skin quickly, though the tiles and the glass of the shower door stay cool as the steam condenses against them and collects into rolling droplets. Sylus slides his hand over Zayne's damp skin, smoothing his palm against the back of his thigh and wiping away the remains of their previous activities as he does.]

Who would have thought you'd be so adventurous?

[... Certainly not Zayne, he expects.]

[bigdearsnowman]

If given the chance to be.

[It's just above a whisper but it's the truth. Zayne knows he doesn't give off the feelings of being 'adventurous' at first glance; it's when he is able to let himself go even just for a little bit that he doesn't have to worry as much. He can't help but give a cheeky little smirk at the thought.

Zayne knows they *should* focus on cleaning themselves but he can't as much because of the man in front of him. Maybe it's due to the water dripping off of him and the steam just accents every muscle and how they move as Sylus works on him.

Finding the soap, he lathers his hands with enough of it and lets his fingers move to his shoulders. Now he knows using a cloth would work better but Zayne just has a hunch that it might just be in the way. Clearly it's not because he wants to touch Sylus as well. (Yes it is.)]