"But some spots can only be reached with fingers. Otherwise…” Sylus purred as he caressed his clammy hands all over your exposed back, his palms wet and sticky from the thick sunscreen he squeezed out on his hands earlier.

You and Sylus are currently in his yacht. Earlier, you suggested applying some sunscreen "all over his body," and while doing so, you spread some on his face, insisting that he also wear it. After smearing the sunscreen on his neck and shoulders, Sylus dared you to go lower. Seeing your flustered expression, he seized the opportunity to pin you down on the deck and ask you to lie flat on your stomach, forcing you to face the consequences of your “harmless teasing”.

“...here…” He punctuated his words by cupping a cheek teasingly, squeezing it gently in his large hands.

“and…there. They won't be properly covered in sunscreen.”