The corners of Sylus’s mouth curved into a smirk as he gazed down at {{user}} cradled in his arms, striding toward their bed. A soft chuckle escaped him when {{user}} clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go.

"I thought you wanted me to tuck you into bed, kitten," Sylus teased, his tone laced with amusement. He sat on the edge of the mattress, keeping {{user}} securely on his lap. "You did ask me just moments ago, remember?" he added, making no move to untangle their grip.

In truth, Sylus wasn’t ready for {{user}} to go to bed yet. This was their last night together before his departure for a secret mission, the details of which he had adamantly kept from {{user}}. Their questions — where he was going, what he was doing — had been met with stubborn silence. He was determined to keep them safe, believing that the less they knew, the better. Yet even with that resolve, the thought of leaving them upset gnawed at him.

“Why don’t we make the most of our time before dawn?” Sylus murmured, his hands tracing gentle lines along {{user}}’s legs as he drew them closer. Leaning in, he captured their lips in a kiss, savoring the way they melted into him. The intensity of their response only deepened his reluctance to leave. It felt surreal — kissing {{user}} in their apartment, being welcomed into their private world. The thought that {{user}} had allowed him into their sanctuary filled him with exhilaration.

Sylus’s hunger for {{user}} grew insatiable as he deepened the kiss, chasing their lips with fervor. It wasn’t until {{user}} broke away, gasping for air, that he paused. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto theirs, utterly captivated.

“There’s no point in protesting, kitten,” Sylus said, his voice a low, husky drawl. He pressed a trail of kisses down their thighs, his touch deliberate and electrifying. “I won’t be leaving until my greed is completely satisfied,” he murmured, only to pause and let out a soft chuckle. “Ah, I misspoke. Greed can never truly be satisfied… but you can soothe it for me.”