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Anonymous asked: Sylv and August tangled in bed? Maybe,,, post-sex cuddles? Idk that fic had me feeling fluffy things but its sylv’s birthday so,,,,

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This is obviously very late for Sylvian’s birthday, but never mind 😂


Breathless, August rolled onto their side, hands already reaching for him across the damp sheets, trembling fingers brushing over sweat-slicked skin. The need to touch him was constant, an ache that had no relief other than the feeling of his skin under their palm, of his fingers in their hair, his body curled around theirs.

Sylvian smiled as August snuggled into the crook of his neck, his chest rising and falling a little quicker than normal, but bloody Hunter stamina meant he wasn’t as tired as August. It just wasn’t fair. His arm curled around the back of their shoulders, hugging them close, idly caressing their hair.

‘Are you all right?’ He murmured, and August snorted.

‘That is a stupid question.’

His laugh brought a foolish grin to their face, warmth blooming in their cheeks. It was in quiet moments like these that they felt the safest, the most secure. When it was just the two of them, limbs tangled together, each enjoying the feeling of the other in their arms. It had gotten to a point where they could hardly remember a life without this.

August needed him, needed him like they needed air, wanting him to always remain close, to fall into his arms when they were tired, to hear him say “I am yours” and mean it, really mean it. A promise that was true and sincere, because Sylvian didn’t tell lies.

‘What are you thinking about?’ He asked, the tip of his nose running along their jaw, his breath sifting through their hair at their temple, making them shiver.

‘You.’

‘Oh?’ His lips brushed against the pulse dancing in their throat. ‘Good things, I hope.’

‘Hm, maybe.’

He huffed a laugh, a firm hand cupping their face, tilting their chin up, and August sighed contentedly against his mouth. Their lips eagerly parted for him, but he kept the kiss slow, tongue meeting theirs in little touches, his fingers winding up into long, ombre locks, creating ripples in the dark waves.

August’s little noise of protest when he pulled away made him grin, his mouth maddeningly close but not on theirs. There was a steady heat beginning to pool in their abdomen, and they traced the hard muscles of his chest and stomach, trailing lower, lower, brushing over the coarse hair between his legs…

‘I was thinking that it’s still technically your birthday,’ they purred, a hand pandering at the crux of his thighs, enjoying the way his eyes lidded, pleased by the feeling of him growing heavy in their palm. ‘Would you like me to take the boots off now, or keep them on?’

‘That,’ he growled, rolling on top of them, mouth pressing damp kisses to their neck as he reached down to hook their legs over his hips. ‘Is a stupid question.’

  20   Sep 27, 2018
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