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Commission for @onliafaze of their OC Vivien and Sylus' first time

This is my first time doing a written commission and posting my writing publicly so please be nice xD

This was a lot of fun to write!

Tags: P in V sex, missionary, cowgirl, hinted of mating press, couples first time, named non! mc oc

There is an old saying in this universe, a saying that many people go about life using as comfort for when they are presented with the unexplainable. They always say that “when you know, you know.” You’ll know when you’ve fallen in love with the right person, that you’ve decided what to be when you grow up, there’s always that definitive phrase, “you just know.” 

Vivien wasn’t one to believe in waiting long enough to know her true outcome in life. She was a firm believer that for one to live, one must already accept the process of them dying. Perhaps she’d never live the life she was truly destined to live. That she didn’t have the luxury to wait long enough to just know. Everyday that she breathed, she chose. Never to give up, but not enough to hang onto a thread of hope either. For her to “know,” is for her to die in peace, knowing that she lived. Knowing that she survived against all odds that the universe threw at her from the moment she took her first breath in the N109 Zone to this very moment right now. But sometimes, fate had its own way of creeping onto the most unexpected. 

It was like any other night in the N109 Zone. Deals were made, blood was spilled, buildings turned to rubble. Another successful night of intel collection with their enemies taken care of. The auction was generically luxurious as expected, nothing less than anything Sylus would normally attend. Vivien, dressed in fine silks attending with him as usual - his right hand woman. Both of them sat in the back of the car as they were being driven back to his base. Vivien leaned her head against his shoulder, resting her eyes from the mission while Sylus held her hand and gently drew circles on the back of it. No words were said between them, just driving in comfortable silence until they arrived at home. Getting out first, Sylus holds the door open for Vivien and speaks in a hush to the twins. She doesn’t pay much attention, walking to the door and unlocking it, craving a nice hot shower to scrub off cheap cologne and dust. Her dress is slightly tattered, but that was the price she had to pay in her line of work. It’s fine though, she knows Sylus would just buy her ten new ones. She wasn’t one to get sentimental over replaceable items anyways, and happily drops off the ruined material in the trash when making her way into the ensuite for a steamy bath. 

Satisfied and fully clean, she exits the bathroom fully refreshed, adjusting her favorite hourglass clip in her damp hair. However, Vivien notices something off in the air. The base seemed too quiet to her liking. Typically at this hour, she could hear the twins getting up to something somewhere in the penthouse or Sylus tinkering away on Mephisto. Mephisto, however, is perched in the bedroom, snoozing away. Opening the door, she makes her way down the expansive hall, peeking her head in this room and that one, finding them all empty. It was strange to not even find Sylus in his office on a phone call, or entertaining online auctions with bids. Until she finally hears it, the rhythmic thud sounds of something being hit. Immediately, Vivien makes her way to the home gym and there he is. Now out of his expensive suit, Sylus stands in a pair of workout clothes, beating the crap out of a punching bag. She stands in the shadows, taking her time in admiring him. Her eyes slowly followed the bead of sweat that ran down the side of his face and came to a halt on his neck. His arms flexing his muscles with his quick, precise strikes. Delivering blow after blow to his “opponent.” 

“Are you just going to be standing there all night, or are you going to join me?” His voice breaks her out of her daze. Shocked sky blue eyes snap to amused crimson ones as Sylus fully turns to greet her. He flexes his neck from side to side, working out the stiffness before exhaling. 

“Enjoy your bath?” He asks, moving closer to her. One of his hands comes up to tuck a lock of her blonde curls behind her ear. Vivien nods while taking a moment to admire his flushed cheeks. Strands of his own white hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and the way his chest was still slightly heaving from over-exerting himself. 

“We spent practically the entire night in a gunfight, how do you still have enough energy to work out?” Viviens asks, cracking an amused smile. She takes the hand that was fixing her hair and holds it in hers. His palm feels sweaty from the wrap, but she doesn't mind. It’s warm and comforting, everything that screams Sylus. These hands, that have caused the downfall of others, are holding hers with a tender love that makes her heart skip a beat. It’s reserved for her and only her. 

He gives out his typical rich and haughty laugh, chest puffing out and that infuriatingly sexy smirk on his face. Any other day in the past, old Vivien would have loved nothing more than to make him choke on his teeth. But now, she wants nothing more than to have that smile stay reserved just for her. 

“Tonight's festivities weren’t near enough to tire someone like me out, Kitten,” was his confident response. 

“Oh really? An intensive bloodbath with armed guards shooting at you from every direction wasn’t enough to make you at least a tad sleepy? Well then, I must have underestimated you, you’re quite lively then for an old man.” Vivien crosses her arms, her smug smile widening on her face when she sees Sylus give her a playful glare. He comes closer to her and flicks her forehead, as he’s done many times over by now. 

“Careful sweetie, this old man still writes your paychecks,” he reminds her. They both know none of this was out of malice, just playful jest that had become their love language since they’d officially became lovers. “But, since you're so concerned, I’ll leave you to whatever it is you were going to do and go take a nap.” Sylus teases, going over to the bench and grabbing a towel, drying off the sweat still clinging onto him. They both knew it was a lie, if the man had a choice, he’d probably never sleep. 

“Where are the twins by the way?” Vivien asks with a raised brow, making her way over to the ballet barre to do some habitual stretches. She finds her pointe shoes left under there from last time and begins to put them on. First comes the toe guard, and she ties them along her ankle. She gets into first position, feet spreading apart from each other while she gets ready to bend into a Plie, before hopping into a Releve. “Base is too quiet.”

“I sent them out for the night,” came the response. Sylus was now leaning against the wall, a water bottle in his hand as he watched her dance. His eyes followed her every movement, every Arabesque, every Grand Jete. It was always so mesmerizing witnessing her in her natural element. Lost in her own world, in the music and in tune with her body. The way her golden hair would flutter behind her, like a lush waterfall falling into place behind her back and the adorable, concentrated crease in her brow as she focused on her next jump. 

“An intensive bloodbath with armed guards shooting at you from every direction, and you still have enough energy to dance around?” Sylus can’t help but teasingly coo out her own words back at her. Vivien, in the middle of a spin, flashes him an unamused glare and sticks her tongue out at him. 

“It wasn’t near enough to tire someone out like me, Sweetie,” Vivien purposely lowered the pitch in her voice to match something similar to his. A slight mock in throwing his words right back at him as well. Putting her hand on the barre, she stretches out as far as she can, “you’re done working out now, quit standing around and go make something tasty for dinner.” She huffed in a bossy tone. 

Sylus raises a manicured, silver brow at her, his lips twitching up in another smirk. “Oh? Are you bossing me around Kitten?” He laughs while she once more sends another glare his way. “I shouldn’t have to, it’s your turn to make dinner after all.” Vivien now fully faces him with her hands square on her hips. 

Sylus crosses his own arms, his right hand lifting up to tap on his temple. “Are you sure you’re not mixing up the days Sweetie? I could have sworn I was your designated chef not that long ago. Are you positive it’s not your turn?” 

“You must be more tired than you think if you’re assuming it’s my turn to cook. I worked hard tonight getting you that information! I’d say I deserve a reward, sir.” 

Sylus’ breath hitches at the honorific. His eyes widen a fraction in surprise, and a sudden tug in his lower stomach causes him to take a grounding breath before he schools his expression back to a teasing one. He didn’t expect to react so strongly to a simple word from her mouth, and now all he wanted was to keep poking fun at her to see if she’d retaliate more. “Then how about a little…wager then, Kitten?” 

That gets her attention. She makes her way over to him, looking up at him with interest. He simply smiles and once more fixes the stray strands of hair sticking to her forehead. “Let’s have a little sparring match, and whoever wins, has to cook the loser dinner after.” A simple bet, no strings attached. Vivien seemed to like those terms and when she agrees, Sylus swiftly turns to get her own set of gloves. When he returns, he takes her hands in his and ties them up for her. 

Both of them make their way into his personal boxing ring, bumping their fists together and getting into their starting stances. A wave of silence washes over them as neither makes the first move- their eyes staring each other down as if to dare the other to go first. Eventually, it's Vivien who decides to start their session and lunges at him, bringing her leg up in a powerful kick to his side that he dodges with experienced ease. Sylus quickly retaliates with a well executed punch which Vivien leaps away from, gracefully landing at a distance. Her breath hitches from just barely escaping him, briefly glaring at him while shaking the nerves from her hands, getting into position again. 

Thus their fight truly begins- with both toying with each other. Blow after blow, each one easily dodged with not a victor in sight, Vivien grows increasingly impatient at the lack of outcome in their little bet, she WAS getting hungry after all, so she lunges for him once more. Sylus sees her coming, anticipating her move. He always does. He slides a fist through her guard to push her against the rings wall, forcing her back with his height and strength, the ropes trapping her. She scowls, a growl burbling in her throat. He smirks, clearly amused. She reminded him of a honey badger - deceptively cute yet vicious. 

“Easy, Kitten, or I’d almost think you were getting rusty, I hope you didn’t LET me pin you just now.” Sylus chuckles deep in her ear. Vivien scoffs, throwing a swift headbutt back at him, her forehead connecting with his nose and sending him doubling over. She’s quick to swipe her leg under his, causing him to topple over. Her hand grabs his arm, twisting it round his back, pushing him down onto the mat. Her leg digs into his lower back as she bends down, her hot, teasing breath fanned across his ear, making goosebumps litter over his skin. Sylus could practically hear the condescension in her voice as she spoke, “You're one to talk, bold words from someone eating the dust on the floor,” Vivien purred. 

However, her moment of glory was short lived as Sylus flips them over. He pins both her arms above her head with just his one and smirks in her growling, struggling face. Vivien doesn’t dare admit defeat, not yet anyways, so she jerks her knee up, hoping to flip him back over. Of course, Sylus always manages to be one step ahead and pins her legs down with his hips, adjusting himself so that he is now straddling her, keeping her laying flat on the rings floor. He brings up his empty hand, the back of his fingers delicately dancing across the apple of her cheek, his infuriatingly smug smirk shining down at her. 

There was something about their position, the way that Sylus’ hair fell over his eyes, how the light on the ceiling made them glow a rich pool of crimson. Like a burning, warm inferno staring deep into her soul. Even without the use of the Aether Core in his eye, she feels almost naked under that gaze, causing her breath to hitch. Were they always so red? She notices a bead of sweat gathered at the corner of his jaw, she watches it glide down his bronze skin, mesmerized. Achingly slow, it travels down his neck, over his adams apple and disappears somewhere into his work out tank top. Something tight clenches in Vivien's stomach for the first time, a rather familiar feeling. She hasn’t felt this feeling in a long while with a man, not since…It didn’t matter. But this was the very first time Sylus had ignited such feelings inside of her, and it wasn’t really helping that his hips were pinning her down. An inch more down and he’d be right above her- No! Bad Vivien! Focus!

She took a discreet breath in. She tried to center herself, trying not to get lost within the dizzying realization that she was growing aroused with Sylus’ heavy weight pinning her down. Her heart was soaring, beating a mile a minute, a faint flush creeping onto her neck. Vivien wonders if she should twist away, but she knows better- he has too good of a grip on her, in more ways than one. She hopes he won't notice how rosy her cheeks had gotten, maybe she could mask it behind the overexertion from the fight. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, chose not to comment. Still, she did her best to keep her emotions in check, schooling her face in a neutral expression while he continued to caress her cheek. While lost in thought, Vivien only noticed a little too late when Sylus eventually rolls off of her and reaches his hand out. Grasping it, he pulls her up to her feet and still beams with that annoyingly smug smile as he moves to grab a towel. Slinging it over his shoulder, he prances his way to the door, ready to head to the shower. “It seems I’ve won our little wager Kitten, guess it is your turn to cook tonight.” 

And that's how she finds herself now, sitting in the kitchen, journal in hand, tapping her pen against the cover and watching Sylus slave over the stove. Pans sizzling with aromatic scents wafting in the air while he hums a tune. His eyes would occasionally glance her way and send her a soft smile as he worked, but Vivien found herself lost in a trance once more. Her eyes roam over his tanned arms, the tendons in his hands flexing when he chopped up some garlic to add to tonight's sauce. She feels transfixed, as if she was seeing his body for the first time ever. 

Vivien isn’t new to the concept of sex and desire, she’d had a lover before Sylus, but it felt different this time. It feels stronger than with her last partner, more intense- like a calm before the storm. Maybe it's because she and Sylus had a deeper understanding of each other, a love purer than anyone else's, one built on trust and devotion. Yet, there was the elephant in the room when it came to their relationship: they had yet to have sex. They’ve been together six months already, and it wasn’t as if they didn't want to, the need or the desire just never arose. Vivien tried to brush it off at first, maybe it was just a trick of her mind. A result of their intense sparring session, her blood singing from the adrenaline rush of their prior outing, and sure, Sylus was a vision of a man to look at. But she couldn’t find a true reason to deny it, the seed of her attraction was already planted.

“You’ve been spacing out all night Sweetie, anything on your mind? You barely wrote anything in your journal,” Sylus jolts her out of her thoughts by setting her plate down in front of her. Steam coming off her fresh plate of pasta caresses her face gently, a growl emitting from her stomach. She just shakes her head at him, a small smile on her face, telling him it was nothing and not to worry about it. He merely raises his brow at her but decides to trust her and lets it go. 

Vivien sighs and closes the journal she was writing in, completely having lost her muse, instead she continues to observe Sylus as he went to the cupboards, bringing out two wine glasses and a vintage bottle from his expensive rack. Popping open the cork, he meticulously pours the vintage and hands it to her. She takes a much needed sip, letting the bitter notes of grapes and cherries soothe her ruffled nerves. “Are you still up for a show?” She asks him after she takes her first bite of dinner, already grabbing the remote. She doesn’t even wait for him to answer as she's already cruising through the channels until she stops on a favorite of theirs. Earth: Animals was playing at 10 pm on the dot, the familiar intro to the documentary played as they both got comfy for the program. 

“Crows are a species well known for their strong mating bond that can often last for a lifetime. A bonded pair work together to defend their territory and are notorious for showing each other affection all year round, not just during their mating season.”

Vivien blinked, had she heard that correctly? What were the odds that tonight she’d be learning about crow reproduction rituals and their mating habits, right when she was going through her own semi crisis over her mate?

“While mating rituals may not be as elaborate in corvid species, studies show that they still display signs of dancing with their chests puffed out, feathers and even spread their wings and tail.” The voice of the narrator continues to drone. 

The longer she listens, the more Vivien’s mind starts to wander. She can’t help but compare the both of them to the crows on the TV. When she thinks about it, they really aren't that different, are they? 

Sylus and her had been partnered together for a while now, their work relationship strong, even more so now that they were romantically involved with each other. They trusted each other fully, her trusting him to protect her, and him allowing her to help run Onychinus. They worked as a unit, taking down enemies that crossed their paths, together forming a team so unbreakable that it was almost laughable that people still even tried to attack them. And Sylus was definitely affectionate, extremely so. He claimed he was greedy, quite proud of it, and his romantic needs only seemed to increase once they became official. 

Vivien sipped on her wine some more, grinning into the glass as she thought about how Sylus seemed to puff his chest out like a crow whenever he would win her plushies at the arcade or use his card on her. Almost as if he was proud of the fact that he could provide for her. Admittedly, it was very nice to feel spoiled and doted on. While she could take care of herself, having him as her safe zone gave her mind a bit of a break on darker days when her past would catch up to her. 

She was eyeing him on her third cup of wine, feeling the alcohol give her a soft buzz in her body. She wasn’t drunk, but she did feel much looser. Her mind wandered back to earlier at the home gym, how Sylus’ muscles rippled and flexed. How his gaze pierced her soul, how she wanted to kiss that infuriating smirk off his face. Something inside shifted, an almost forgotten feeling stirring within her. It had been a while since she had felt a man arouse her. 

Come to think of it, the two of them had been together for a few months now, but they had never gotten all the way. Sylus, ever the gentleman, never pushed her into taking things farther or doing things she didn't want, indulging in kisses and passionate embraces while she refused to wrap her head around the thought of having sex with someone again. But the thought is now there in full, and it wouldn't go away. The more she thinks about it, the more sure she feels. Vivien trusts Sylus with her life, and knows he’d never do anything to hurt her, so she doesn’t stop to think twice about it when she calls out to him. His gaze meets hers as quickly as always, attention no longer on the documentary. “Can we talk about something really quick?” She starts the conversation, “I’ve been having something on my mind all day.”

Sylus hums and turns the TV down, turning to give her his full attention, “finally going to tell me what’s kept you so distracted all day?” 

He grasps her hand in his and strokes her fingers with his thumb. Vivien bites her lip for a brief moment before continuing, “We’ve been together a while now…” 

“So I’ve noticed,” He grins. 

She rolls her eyes at him before continuing, “I’m just saying…we’ve been together a while now… but we haven’t exactly…done anything…” she trails off. 

Sylus raises a brow, “Done anything?”

“Intimately,” she tries to explain. 

“We kiss and hug all the time, Sweetie,” Sylus points out, “I’d say that’s pretty intimate.”

Vivien shakes her head, “I’m talking about more than that…I’m saying, we haven’t had sex.” 

There it was.

Sylus doesn't show it on his face, but his body stills in disbelief. He clearly didn’t expect that to come out of her, but he couldn’t disagree either. “I’m… aware. But you know I’d never do anything without your consent, Vivien,” he tells her firmly. 

She nods her head, “No, I know! And I really love you for that… but that’s why I’m bringing this up. I’ve thought about it, and…I think I’m ready,” Vivien’s eyes look down, the last part of her sentence a shy whisper. Sylus doesn’t say anything at first, trying to decide if he was understanding her correctly. 

“You…want to have sex with me?” He asks her, lifting her chin up so that he could stare into her eyes.

“Are you sure it’s what you want? Are you really ready for me?” Sylus whispers, gently tucking in a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and she gives a confident nod. 

“I’m positive Sy, I’ve thought it through,” she reassures him, reaching up to caress his cheek. But he still has that uncertainty written in his eyes, his shoulders a little tense and he opens his mouth, ready to ask once more before she grasps his face in both her hands and forces him to look her in the eyes. 

“Sylus,” she states firmly, “I’ve thought this over long and hard, I’m ready, I want you!” And that seemed to be the last resort that Sylus needed before he dipped down and brought her in for a hungry kiss. 

Vivien lets out a tiny squeak before melting into it, eagerly matching his enthusiastic pace. He moves her to sit in his lap, straddling him while they devour each other. Lips smacking as his hands cup her ass and squeeze. She gives a soft moan, her fingers gliding through his hair and giving a gentle tug. His breath hitches and she giggles against his lips, harder when she feels him give her a gentle swat. Tongues dance for what feels like an eternity as fingers tease the other at the waistband of their clothes, promising the other of what's to come. 

Sylus is the one who makes the first move, lifting her up in his arms, their kiss breaking as she gasps at the sudden change. "I think we should take this somewhere else.” Sylus breathes out against her lips and Vivien nods in agreement. “Hold onto me,” he mutters as he maneuvers her so that she's being carried in one of his arms, keeping her upright while he bends down and picks up her slippers in the other. He carries her through the hallway, the dim lights casting a soft glow on his skin as he drops her slippers onto the floor. 

Making his way into their shared bedroom, he delicately sets her onto her feet and dips in to give her another kiss. Vivien wraps her arms around his neck, head tilting as she immediately opens her mouth to welcome in his tongue once more. He groans, his hands gliding down to squeeze her hips, pulling her closer till they meet his. Vivien shivers, feeling his bulge poke at her stomach. She could feel heat pool in her stomach the more intimate they got, hands growing more confident as they grew closer. She glides her hands up along his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft as she gives his pecs a firm squeeze, causing him to groan deep into her mouth. 

“So bold already?” He grins against her, one of his fingers teasingly snapping the waistband of her pants. 

“Can’t help myself,” she bites his lips, squeezing again. Sylus dips down to press kisses along her neck while his fingers brush under her shirt, finger tips teasing along her stomach and stopping right under her bra. She pushes along his hands, but pouts when he doesn't touch her where she wants him to. 

“Arms up,” he mutters and whisks her shirt off and tosses it somewhere for them to find later. He takes a moment to admire her, running the tips of his fingers along her bare arms, causing goosebumps to surface on her skin. He dips his head down to kiss along her shoulders as his hands move to rub up her back before stopping at her bra buckle, “may I?” he whispers, and she nods. He unhooks her bra and helps her out of it, freeing her breasts entirely. 

He curses under his breath at the sight. She’s an absolute vision, breasts plump and spilling from between his fingers as he cups them, giving them an appreciative squeeze. He leans down, giving them an experimental lick and he's delighted to feel her shiver against him. He eyes their bed behind her, slowly walking her back before she hits the edge and falls, landing on the soft mattress. 

Sylus leans over her and busies himself with massaging her breasts, flicking his tongue on her nipples as she hurriedly gets her own pants off, the only thing left on her being her panties. Vivien makes a move to reach down and take her panties off before her hands are encased by his. 

She looks at him questioningly, “Final call, you’re positive you want to go through with this, I want you to know that you can stop at any time,” Sylus reaffirms her once more. 

“I promise, I want to keep going,” she almost whines, desperate for him to keep going. Sylus nods and they both take off her panties together, Sylus letting out a ragged breath. 

“You are a vision,” he mutters as his eyes rake over her entire form. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” He brings one of her hands up to his mouth and plants a firm kiss, trying to control himself. 

“You’re such a sweet talker… but it’s not fair if I’m the only one naked here,” She grins up at him, sitting up. He chuckles against her fingers and watches with an easy smile as she stands up to unbutton his shirt, pressing kisses wherever she sees skin as she pushes the fabric off his shoulders. He brings her closer, enjoying the moment as her fingers unbuckle his belt, letting the material fall to the floor before he forces her back onto the bed, unzipping his own pants and chucking them off. He watches her expression for any signs of discomfort, but all he sees is her sky blue eyes scan his form like a hungry predator. 

“Like what you see?” He chuckles smugly at her. 

“Do I ever,” she purrs right back at him, causing his cock to twitch in his boxers. Vivien bites her lip in anticipation as he gets rid of his final piece of clothing, now both bare for the other to see. Eyes wandering, taking in the other, learning every curve that was once hidden before. 

Sylus leans down to kiss her again, trailing down till he presses a kiss against her mound. She threw her head back, shivering a bit as she felt heat pool inside her in anticipation. She feels his large hands rest on her thighs and she parts them for him, exposing herself entirely. Sylus eyed her pussy hungrily as he nipped at her inner thighs, his Evol opening the bedside drawer and producing a tube of lubricant. He keeps it by him as his hot breath ghosts over her lips and his tongue slips out and gently licks along her slit. 

She gasps, it had been a while since she had someone go down at her, she almost had forgotten what it felt like. Her hands instinctively clasp at his head and his eyes glance up, “Okay?” He asks her and she nods, pushing him gently towards her core, telling him to continue. Sylus wastes no time before diving in, mouth devouring her pussy like a man starved, flicking his tongue along her slit and circling her clit, sucking on it. 

“S-Sylus,” She whines, hands gripping his hair tighter, but he doesn’t let up. His brow furrows in concentration, his nose pressing against her as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can. She tastes remarkable, like anything better than he had drank before. He aimlessly felt around for the bottle of lube before grasping it and pouring some on his fingers. He spent a moment warming it up- not wanting anything to cause her discomfort as he pushed the first finger in slowly. Continuously sucking on her clit, feeling her walls clenched tightly around his finger as he begins gently massaging her walls open. 

He works her open until he feels her loosen, sensing the time to add in a second. Knuckles deep, he scissors her open, continuing to noisily suck at her sensitive nub. Vivien grinds up into his face, riding out her pleasure as she wails into the spacious room. She needed to be ready for his girth, so Sylus continues to painstakingly prepare her until he was satisfied, until she could take him. He takes his time while her thighs shake, leaving his chin shiny and dripping with her slick. After her second orgasm, she pushed against his head to try to detach him, needing a breather. When he surfaces for air, looking at her face to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line, he notices her want, desire in her eyes. She couldn’t wait anymore, she needed him inside her!

He opens his bedside drawer, rummaging through the various contents inside before he finds what he’s looking for. Vivien eyes the little foil pack and grabs his wrist before he can open it. A flash of surprise lights Sylus’ face as he looks at her questioningly. 

Her face heats a soft pink as she fights to keep eye contact with him, “You…don’t need to use that,” She stutters out. 

“Are you sure?” He’s quick to ask, “It’s not for my sake is it? Because I’d rather you be comfortable and safe during all of this, Vivien,” Sylus firmly states. 

Vivien nods assuringly, “I’m on the pill, I’m positive! I want to do it raw with you…feel every inch of you,” she breathes out. 

Sylus fights a groan in his throat, he could have come from that statement alone! He tosses the condom aside and climbs on top of her, settling his hands on each side of her head and kissing her breathless. 

“I’ll get you a Plan B tomorrow, just in case, alright?” He looked her dead in the eye, making sure she knew that it wasn’t negotiable. Vivien nods and brings him back for more kisses, tongues dancing hurriedly as her fingers glide down his back, massaging the muscles. Sylus uses his Evol to bring forth the lube, opening the cap and squirting some onto his cock. 

He spends a few moments getting himself slicked up and ready before taking a hold of his cock, rubbing the tip along her glistening folds and making her shake with anticipation. This was it, they were really going to do this, she was finally going to experience Sylus in his rawest form… Except, he wasn’t putting it in.

Vivien’s brow furrows in confusion; he just continuously rubbed his cockhead through her folds. She tries pushing her hips forward, trying to help slip him in, but he pulls back. She cracks one eye open and sees the conflicted look on her face. For a moment, her heart stops, and stutters back. Does he already regret it? Did he already want to stop? Did he change his mind? So many questions raced in her mind.

“Hey… you’re a little distracted,” Vivien reaches for his face, drawing his attention towards her. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” She asked. 

Sylus sighed, shoulders slumping as his face leaned into her hold. He hesitates for a moment before opening his mouth, “I do want this. I’m just… a bit anxious.” His eyes, that were previously closed, opened to stare deep into hers, a glimpse of his rare moment of vulnerability swimming in them. “Will this be as special as your first-”  

“Sylus…” Vivien was quick to interrupt his thought. So this was why he hesitated! He was worried he wouldn’t live up to her ex lover! “Of course it's special! This is our first time. It’s true you're not the man I loved first, but it’s also true that you’re the man I love now.” She giggled, it was adorable knowing that he cared so much about their first time, to make her happy and satisfied. 

She can feel her heart growing light as she brings him down for a brief kiss. He smiles briefly into it, relaxing fully as his fears melt away. “You’re right… my beloved Vivien,” he whispered against her lips before planting multiple, rapid kisses against her skin, his grin growing wider, “Let’s enjoy this moment together.” 

And he dove in, causing her to squeal in delight. 

He once more aligns himself up with her and slowly pushes in. They both let out a mutual groan as Sylus feels her walls stretch around him, as Vivien feels each vein as he thrusts deep. 

Sylus grabs both her hands in his, lacing their fingers together and squeezing while he buries his face in the crook of her neck, trying to collect himself. She felt amazing around him, everything he could have wished for and more. He pressed open mouthed kisses along her collar bone, down to the slope of her breast as he continued to push inside until he bottoms out. His eyes peek up to study her face, noticing the slight furrow in her brow. He doesn’t dare make a move, letting her take her time to adjust to his size, his mouth busy distracting her from any discomfort she could be feeling. 

Immediately he finds his way back to her nipples, the marks he left there just recently overlapped with his mouth once more as he sucks feverishly. Vivien gasps and arches her back up, causing her to clench around him, making him bite her even more. 

Sylus pants, fighting to control the urge to move without her permission, “Don’t clench around me like that, might lose control… don’t want to hurt you,” He drunkenly mumbles under his breath. He almost looked pathetic, eyes wide and desperate, bottom lip almost pouting in the dim light, he truly was fighting for his life. 

She breathes out a laugh, giving his hands a squeeze, “Then don’t fight it, lose control. I want to feel all of you.” She raises her upper body to catch his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs teasingly, letting his lip go with a pop. Her head hits the pillow again and her eyes scream a challenging, fiery passion, “Give me everything you got, give me all of you Kitten~”

Sylus narrows his eyes at her little smug joke and his chest rumbles with an aroused growl. Bringing one of her hands up to his mouth, Sylus planted a firm kiss to the back of her palm as he glared hungrily down at her. His mouth nips at each finger delicately as he presses his pelvis flush against her and grips her hip, raising hers off the bed. Sylus edges himself out of her before snapping his hips back inside, causing her to yelp in surprise. It quickly melts into a whine as he sets his pace. Any remaining traces of discomfort wash away in the flood of pleasure consuming her down to her very veins. The air was hot, dizzying as both their bodies melded together as they moved as one. 

His bedsprings creak from the pressure of his quickening thrusts, “Fuck, you feel so good,” He groaned into her ear, hissing as she sucks her own mark onto his shoulder. 

Her fingers dig deep into his ass, dragging him deeper inside her, “And you… make me feel safe,” She sighs. She doesn't see, but his face shifts into a shocked expression at her declaration. He’s longed to hear these words from her, and hearing them during something so intimate, with her breathing against his neck, he nearly spills himself inside of her right then and there. He kisses her for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, pouring in every ounce of love he could physically manifest even though it doesn't feel like enough. Suddenly, Vivien’s pushing on his chest and he merely allows her to manhandle him til he’s the one laying against the pillows and she’s the one climbing on his lap. 

“Oh? Wanting to try something new, Sweetie?” He raises a pleased brow, trademark smirk back on his face. Sylus raises his arm up to rest behind his head as he watches, transfixed. She grabs his slick cock, aligning it with her folds before sinking herself down. He hisses in delight, feeling her walls hug him snuggly again and she braces her hands on his chest, giving his pecs another appreciative squeeze before lifting herself up and impaling herself back down. Her eyes rolled back into her head at a deeper angle, feeling the head of his cock hit her sweet spot just right. Sylus hisses when he feels her nails rake down his chest and he wolfishly grins up at her, his hair sticking to his forehead causing him to just look absolutely ravenous, his eyes glazed over with lust making his eyes look like pools of rubies. Meanwhile Vivien was a picture of pure radiance; flushed skin, golden curls bouncing along her back, her blue eyes darkened with passion. His hands find her legs, rubbing along her skin while he uses a bit of his Evol to help bounce her along his shaft. Black and red wisps of power delicately caress her skin, the weightlessness she now felt no longer being in control caused the knot in her stomach to grow tighter. She squeals when Sylus’s thumb moves to tightly circle her clit, mercilessly playing with her sensitive nub. 

“Does it feel good Sweetie?” He whispers up at her, panting as he rubbed faster. “Does it feel good when I touch you this way? I can feel you tighten around me. Tell me, are you close?” 

Vivien only nods dumbly, too lost in pleasure to give him a proper response as she tries to grind down and meet his hips faster, but Sylus still sets the pace with his Evol, making it clear he had yet to be done with her. He raised himself up, wrapping both his arms around her as he buried his face between her breasts and groaned, letting the softness of her flesh encase him. His mouth opens wide and mouths at whatever he could fit inside. Licking, nuzzling, sucking and biting till her chest was covered in love bites, like an artist staking claim on his canvas, but he was getting impatient. He grabbed her by the hips once more and flipped them back into their original position, only this time he raised her legs and perched them on his shoulders. 

“Should I let you cum, Viv?” He teasingly runs a finger along her slit, grinning at the slick that sticks to him easily. 

“Sylusss,” she whines in irritation, clearly not appreciating him leaving her hanging. 

“Ah ah ah, use your words Kitten. Do you want to cum?” He asks, more sternly. He pinches both of her nipples as punishment, causing her to yelp and arch off the bed, glaring at him even as he found it delectable. He could feel his cock twitching, eager to get back inside her. Meanwhile, her eyes were screwed shut, she knows what he’s doing, and she really doesn’t want to lose this battle. But she can feel her hole twitching, needing that knot inside of her released. She could let him have this one victory. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at him pleadingly, reaching up to cup his face in both hands, “Please… let me cum Sy… I wanna feel you inside me when I do it,” And for extra measure, Vivien stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. That seemingly managed to do the trick, she internally praised herself, watching his reaction change from one of controlled arrogance to near feral arousal. She almost hears his resolve snap as he slammed back into her and continued his hurried pace. His mouth collides with hers, mouth already open as they continue to lose themselves into each other. 

Time passed, and neither knew how long they were wrapped in each other's arms, it didn’t matter, the world could wait. The bed lies in a mess as he keeps grinding into her, pillows thrown onto the floor, their voices turning hoarse from their pleasured cries. His back aches from the angry red scratches, while her neck is littered in deep bite marks. Soon, the pressure was getting to be too much for her to handle. Vivien could feel her release ready to explode. “S-Sy?” She stutters up to him, causing him to crack an eye open and look down at her. “Thank you… for this,” She lovingly smiled at him. That was the final straw.

Sylus lets out a guttural growl as he releases inside her. Hot, creamy ribbons of cum squirt deep inside Vivien’s womb, coating her walls. In return, she throws her head back and whines as her own release squirted out of her, along his hips and across her thighs. She feels his lips travel along her neck in a frenzy, kissing his way down to her collar bone as he rides his high with her. He slowly inches his softening cock out of her, his cum already dripping out of her hole and onto the sheets beneath them. 

Falling onto the bed beside her, Sylus pulls Vivien close to him and buries his face in her hair, breathing in her scent and sighing blissfully. “Are you alright?” He mumbles, his only response a tired noise from her throat, causing him to smile. “Did a number on you, didn’t I?” Sylus lets out a rich chuckle when he feels her nimble fingers pinch his hip at his cheeky jest. But then that humorous tone shifts to something more serious, more gentle, “Was it okay?” He brings out the real question he wants to know. 

Was I okay?

Vivien opens her tired eyes and looks up at him, lovingly caressing him with her gaze as she gives him a reassuring smile. 

“You were perfect,” she murmurs, and it was true. “It was… everything I could have hoped for and more with you… thank you,” Vivien leans up to give him a soft peck on his lips. She can feel that exhale of relief on her cheeks, the way his shoulders finally slump in relaxation. 

His arms bring her tighter against him, his lips pressing firmer against hers in return, “Thank you Sweetie… for trusting me. For letting me have you…” He whispers against her mouth. 

They lay there, spending a moment in pure, blissful silence, foreheads pressed together as they merely enjoy each other's presence, as if their souls are resonating and hearts beating as one. Then, Sylus moves out of their embrace and off the bed, padding his way into his ensuite, and returning with a washcloth and some cream. Vivien watches as he meticulously wipes down her body, gently cleaning her sullied folds and rubbing in cream on the bruises and bite marks left behind on her skin. It’s all too sickly sweet, so gentle and loving and Vivien feels herself choking up as all her emotions hit her heart at once. 

This was real, this was her life in the current moment. No sense of panic, no calculated moves to ensure her survival. She was simply here, living, in the purest form with her beloved as they both basked from the purest form of love they could show each other. For the first time in a long while, the dread in Vivien’s mind… was silent. 

“Are you crying? Did I hurt you?” Her thoughts snap out of themselves when she feels Sylus’ calloused thumb delicately rub a tear that had escaped from her eye. She just shakes her head, reaching out to bring him down to her and hugs him close, pressing kisses against his shoulder. 

“I love you,” She whispers into his skin. Her confession is soft, delicate, raw. 

Sylus hums and returns her gesture onto her own shoulder. “I love you too…You know I’d burn the world for you. Always.” He declares with a firm whisper. 

Vivien doesn't know how long they spent together after that, hugging each other tightly and exchanging loving words whispered into the night, gentle kisses engraved into each other's skins before they grew rougher, more hungry. 

The air was beginning to spark with excitement again, “Could I interest you in another round Kitten?” Sylus purrs into her ear, nipping at her earlobe, causing her to shiver, the tension returning to her stomach. 

She smirks, already sitting up, “Only if it’s in the shower,” She tells him, her voice taking on her usual challenging tone. She yelps when Sylus pushes her back down onto the bed, playfully slapping her thigh and laughing at her outraged yelp. 

“I’ll race you there~” 

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