Sylvain stood frozen in the kitchen long after the sound of Silas’s footsteps faded down the hallway. The ultimate Silas gave him still echoed in his ears—prepare yourself properly.

His hands trembled as he finished cleaning the last dish, the clink of porcelain sounding too loud in the quiet penthouse. Every nerve in his body was already alight with a sick mix of dread and unwanted anticipation.

He showered quickly in the guest bathroom, the hot water doing nothing to calm the racing of his heart. He dried himself with shaking hands, then hesitated in front of the mirror.

The fresh bite mark on his shoulder from the previous night was still dark and tender. He touched it lightly and shivered. There was no point in delaying.

When he finally stepped into the master bedroom, the lights were dimmed low. Silas was already waiting.

He sat on the edge of the massive bed, in his night robe but with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. His eyes darkened the moment Sylvain entered, raking slowly over his naked body like a predator assessing prey.

"Lock the door," Silas ordered, voice low and rough.

Sylvain did as he was told, the soft click sounding final. He walked forward on unsteady legs until he stood between Silas’s spread thighs. The air between them felt passive, a thick relief of fear and temptation.

Silas reached out and gripped Sylvain’s hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "On your knees."

Sylvain sank without hesitation, the carpet soft under his knees. His face was level with Silas’s crotch. He could already see the thick outline of Silas’s cock straining against the fabric of his silk pajama pants.

"Take it out," Silas murmured.

With trembling fingers, Sylvain loosened Silas’s robe and pants. He freed Silas’s heavy, already-hard cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, the head flushed dark. Sylvain’s mouth went dry at the sight.

Silas threaded his fingers through Sylvain’s hair possessively. "Open."

Sylvain parted his lips. Once Sylvain’s mouth was opened, Silas pushed the thick head past Sylvain’s lips, sliding deep into the wet heat of his mouth in one smooth thrust.

Sylvain gagged softly, eyes watering, but Silas only tightened his grip in his hair and pushed deeper until the head bumped the back of his throat.

"That’s it," Silas groaned, voice rough with pleasure. "Take me deeper. You know how I like it."

Sylvain tried to relax his throat, tears slipping down his cheeks as Silas began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts.

The wet, obscene sounds of sucking and gagging filled the room. Silas’s hips rocked steadily, using Sylvain’s mouth like a toy, the thick length sliding over his tongue again and again.

"Look at me," Silas commanded.

Sylvain lifted his tear-filled eyes. The sight of Silas staring down at him with dark, hungry intensity made his own cock twitch traitorously between his legs.

Silas pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting Sylvain’s swollen lips to the glistening cock. He stood, stripping off his clothes with efficient movements until he was completely naked — all hard muscle and raw power.

"On the bed. On your back."

Sylvain crawled onto the mattress, lying down as ordered. This was going to be the first time Silas would go so far into making love with him. His mind racing about it, he had read of how painful it was.

Silas followed, covering him with his larger body. He pinned Sylvain’s wrists above his head with one hand while the other roamed possessively down his chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make Sylvain gasp.

"You’re already hard for me," Silas murmured, voice dark with satisfaction as he wrapped his fingers around Sylvain’s leaking cock and gave it a slow stroke. "Such a greedy little thing."

He leaned down and bit the fresh mark on Sylvain’s shoulder again, teeth sinking in until Sylvain cried out. The pain mixed with a sharp spike of pleasure that made his hips buck involuntarily.

Silas didn’t give him time to recover. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicked his fingers, and pushed two inside Sylvain without warning. Sylvain arched with a broken moan, the stretch burning in the best and worst way.

"So tight," Silas growled against his neck.

"Even after everything, you still feel like you were made for me."

He scissored his fingers roughly, curling them until he found that spot that made Sylvain see stars. Sylvain’s moans grew louder, desperate, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. Silas added a third finger, stretching him wider, preparing him with merciless efficiency.

When Sylvain was whimpering and pushing back against his hand, Silas finally withdrew his fingers. He slicked his own thick cock and lined up at Sylvain’s entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered again.

Their eyes locked. Silas pushed in with one long, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Sylvain cried out sharply, the burn intense, his body struggling to take the sudden fullness. Silas didn’t pause. He started moving — deep, hard strokes that rocked the bed.

"Fuck... so good," Silas groaned, hips snapping forward. "You feel perfect around me."

He fucked Sylvain with raw intensity, each thrust punching the air from his lungs. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Sylvain’s broken moans and Silas’s low grunts of pleasure.

Silas’s hand wrapped around Sylvain’s cock again, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me," Silas demanded, voice rough. "I want to feel you fall apart while I’m inside you."

Sylvain shattered with a choked cry, his release spilling hot over Silas’s fingers and across his own stomach. His walls clenched tightly around Silas, milking him.

Silas groaned deeply, thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, powerful snap of his hips, he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding Sylvain with thick, hot pulses of cum. He stayed inside, grinding slowly through the aftershocks, savoring the tight heat.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing.

Silas finally pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from Sylvain’s used hole. He leaned down and kissed Sylvain’s swollen lips once more — slow, possessive, and claiming.

"Clean yourself up," he murmured against his mouth. "And be ready for round two later."

Sylvain lay there, trembling. His body aching and marked, as Silas rolled off him and headed toward the shower. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

It was going to be a long night, a very long one at that.