'Whrrr!' 'Whrrr!' rang MC's phone as she paced around her living room. She glanced up at the clock overhead; it read '5:03'. It was getting late.

' Come on, pick up. Please pick up. '

'Whrrr!-' was the last ring, followed by a soft grunt coming from the other caller.

' Thank goodness .'

"Hello, sweetheart ," sounded her husband's voice from the speaker.

"Ah- Sylus-! Hello."

"Yes, hello, MC. What's the reason for calling me? Is everything alright? "

MC shook her head and then remembered that she was speaking on the phone, and not in person. cleared her throat. "Oh, I just wanted to call you to see if you're ready for tonight's costume party?"

" Ah, yes. The costume party. "

MC waited for his response again, biting her lip nervously.

She couldn't just not show up. It's not like she really wanted to go in the first place; but, she did promise Tara she'd go. It'd be rude to ditch her after she was nice enough to invite her.

"Yes, I am ready. I have our costumes ready. Luke and Kieran went to retrieve them earlier this week. '

MC smiled. " Can I see them ?"

Sylus chuckled, making MC's knees weak.

" Not yet, sweetheart. You will when I return home ."

(TIME SEPARATION)

Sylus returned at around six thirty pm, which left around an hour for the two of them to get ready for the party.

MC was very impressed with the costumes Sylus brought for them; she could tell that he sent for them to be tailored to fit him and herself perfectly.

"Were these expensive?" MC asked as she turned the long black cape in her hands.

The cape was unrolled, and MC's eyes widened at the underside of it. It was a gorgeous deep red fabric; soft and velvety. The cape had embroidered crow feathers around the hem and upper collar, and the golden clasp weighed a bit in MC's hold.

"This is beautiful," she sighed, running her hand on the inner side of the collar. She noticed the inscription on it; his initials, and hers.

Sylus watched leisurely as MC examined the shirt and vest and then her costume. Her face flushed deeper when she saw the same initial embroidery on the inner collar of her jumpsuit.

"Do you like them?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest. MC nodded enthusiastically, and she left the costumes on the kitchen counter.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at her, and MC came up and pulled him into a hug. Sylus grunted in surprise, but he wrapped his arms around her, and he kissed the top of her head.

"Come along now, MC. It's about time we got ready for the party."

(TIME SEPARATION)

Sylus was dressed and finishing his hair in the bathroom, adjusting it with small bits of mousse so it would stay perfect throughout the night.

He turned his head in different directions to make sure that it was perfectly messy as always, when he heard MC call for him.

"Sylus-!"

"Yes, sweetheart," he called back.

"Can you come help me with the zipper, please?"

Sylus rolled his eyes playfully, and he adjusted his collar one last time before turning off the bathroom lights and heading to his and MC's bedroom.

He stopped in the doorframe to see what the issue was, and he bit back a snort at the sight of his wife.

MC was hunched forward in front of the full-body mirror, craning her neck back to see behind her. Her cat ears were slipping down her face, and the necklace with a little bell was jingling as she struggled.

"Hm. You seem to require some assistance, my dear."

MC huffed in annoyance, and she let go of the zipper on the back of the jumpsuit. Sylus took the hint, and he approached her.

She straightened her back and stood in front of the mirror properly, watching Sylus in the reflection.

Sylus grabbed the zipper and began pulling it, and MC's brow furrowed at him, making him stop halfway.

"Sylus?"

"Hm?"

"When I asked for help with the zipper, I meant for it to go up ."

Sylus frowned at her, and he tugged the zipper down a bit more. It was more of a tease than anything. He was pleasantly surprised to see that she did not attempt to stop him.

"Are you sure about that, MC?"

She blushed and looked away, hiding her face from him.

Oh, Sylus didn't like that.

"MC, do you think your friend will be upset if we arrive a little late to the party?"

MC peeked her face from her hands, and she gasped when Sylus placed a hand on her lower back. She shook her head, and Sylus grinned mischievously.

"Then… should I take this off?" he asked lowly, still holding the zipper.

When MC nodded, Sylus pulled the last bit down and the front of the jumpsuit slipped from her shoulders, exposing her upper body.

Sylus maintained eye contact with MC as he unclasped his cape, leaving it carelessly on a chair. He sat on the edge of their bed, spreading his legs apart and placing his hands on his knees, almost beckoning her.

"Why don't you join me?"

MC came closer to him, and before she could sit with him, Sylus grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, the two landing backward.

Sylus held her face, bringing her into an open-mouthed kiss, and his other hand reached to unclasp her bra.

MC gasped and broke the kiss, looking down at Sylus, who had a familiar glint in his eye.

"Don't worry my dear, we'll be quick."

(TIME SEPARATION)

Sylus lay comfortably on the bed, and he grabbed MC's hips to pull her closer to him. She leaned down, and he frowned for a fleeting moment before he kissed her hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers. He tasted of sharp peppermint, and she of peach tea and sugar.

MC moaned into his mouth, and she broke the kiss for a deep breath of air. She closed her eyes, sighing as her heart calmed down a bit.

Sylus watched her, red eyes brimming with arousal as he trailed down her face, shoulders, and chest until he settled on her thighs.

"MC… why don't we try something new tonight?"

MC opened her eyes, meeting Sylus's gaze.

"Something new?"

He nodded, and he pushed her hips forward, bringing her over his erection until her thighs rested on either side of his chest. He looked up at her expectantly; surely she could understand what he meant.

She quirked a brow at him, and he lowered his, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Her eyes widened and she looked at Sylus, who still had a firm grip on her hips.

"You don't mean?-"

"- Yes, I do mean it."

MC looked down at herself, then at Sylus, then back down at herself.

"But- Wouldn't you be uncomfortable?"

Sylus squeezed her thighs, making her stifle a moan.

"I could never be uncomfortable with my head between your legs, sweetie."

MC blushed deeply, and Sylus waited for her answer. It's not that she didn't want to, she was just worried about crushing her under her legs. But, her desire won over her doubt, and she nodded.

"... Okay, but just- be gentle, please?"

Sylus grinned mischievously and dragged MC's hips forward again, bringing her pussy to hover over his lips.

"Since when am I never gentle?" his lips brushed against her lower labia with every word, and through her arousal, MC cocked an eyebrow at him.

He rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and brought her onto his face.

MC didn't want him to suffocate under her, so she opted to hover over him, keeping herself angled so he could still reach her.

She was so focused on her legs not giving out that she didn't notice Sylus had stopped licking her.

"MC," his voice rumbled against her flesh, making her gasp.

"Yes?"

Sylus frowned at her, staring with hard eyes.

"When I offered this idea, I expected you to go through with it."

"But-"

"I told you that I wanted you to sit ."

"Sylus-"

"You're not heavy. I'm not hurt. And I'll tell you if I truly cannot breathe."

MC shut her eyes, and she sighed shakily. Sylus pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and she nodded.

Sylus groaned deep in his throat when he felt her weight on him properly, and MC tried to raise her hips to check on him. Sylus huffed and wrapped his arms around her thighs, his muscles flexing as he brought her back down properly.

MC couldn't help the moan that left her, and her eyes watered as Sylus dragged his tongue from her slit up to her clit, flicking it.

He groaned again, knowing that MC loved to hear it, and she instinctively ground her hips on his face.

MC thought she saw stars blooming in the back of her mind, she had never felt so good.

Sylus always knew how to please her, and she fucking loved it.

But there was something else that rubbed her; something she didn't know would affect her so much.

How much control she had over him in this moment.

The two always knew they had the right to call off anything if they weren't happy, which was never an exception.

But now?

MC could move her hips as much as she wanted, squeeze her thighs around his head, pull his hair, and Sylus let her.

Sylus reached a hand down to her opening and parted her lips, giving him easier access to shove his tongue inside. He alternated between thrusting his tongue inside and flattening it over her warm lips and clit.

MC cried out, and she looked down at her husband, only to see that his eyes weren't closed. They were half-lidded with arousal, his red eyes staring up at her, watching .

Fuck.

He looked so good under her.

His eyes were intoxicating.

His scent was dizzying.

Everything about him made her feel hot, like she was melting into him.

MC threw her head back, rolling her hips as her orgasm reached her abruptly. Sylus hummed against her, drinking her up until she was sobbing in overstimulation.

After she caught her breath, Sylus helped her up and off his face, and he lay her on her back instead.

She looked at him with a furrowed brow as if to say, "Don't you want to cum too?", and Sylus shook his head.

He saw that the sun was half-setting in the sky, and they'd make it to the party by eight o'clock if they got ready in the next 10 minutes.

Sylus swung a leg over the side of the bed, about to rise and bring their costumes to re-dress, but her felt MC's arms drape around him, followed by her breasts pressed against his back.

"MC? Don't you think we should get ready?-"

Sylus's jaw snapped shut abruptly, and he turned to look at her fully.

There it was.

The little glint in her eye she had before.

The glint she had when he really riled her up.

"I think… we have enough time for you to cum too, Sylus."

The man chuckled, and he flopped back on the bed, spreading his legs for MC to be comfortable as she climbed atop him.

After all, how could he resist such an offer?

(TIME SEPARATION)

A few hours later, MC groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had Sylus' heavy arm across her lap, slightly restricting her movement.

She blinked slowly, scanning the room in the faint glow of moonlight that shone through the curtains covering the large window beside their bed.

She could faintly make out the red velvet fabric of Sylus' cape on the chair, followed by his shoes, dress shirt, and belt strewn across the floor. She also saw her costume lying there, followed by her cat ears and tail.

She was about to lay back down when it hit her: the costume party. What time was it now?

MC carefully pushed Sylus's hand off her lap and scooted to the edge of the bed to stand up. She planted her feet on the floor, pushed up from the bed, and stepped forward.

MC's knees wobbled, and she slipped to the floor, landing with a soft ' thump! ' on the carpet.

Sylus rustled in bed, groaning as he started to wake up. He looked around the bed, not seeing MC there, and he sat up. He saw his wife struggling to stand up, and he couldn't hold back the laugh that traveled up his throat.

"-!"

"MC? What are you doing there?"

MC huffed at him, and Sylus rolled on the bed to get closer to her. He held out his arms to her and pulled her up, still snickering.

"Hey-! Don't laugh at me, I was trying to see what time it was-"

Sylus kissed her cheek and brought her to lay on top of him.

"If this has to do with the party, I think it'll be too late to go, my dear."

MC pouted, and Sylus brushed her hair from her eyes. ' How cute '.

"It wouldn't be if you stayed true to your word and 'was quick'."

Sylus's eyebrows shot up, and he smiled at her.

"Oh? If I remember correctly, you were the one who pushed me back and rode me until you couldn't anymore-"

MC blushed, and she playfully swatted at his chest, resting her head on it.

"Speaking of…" he trailed off, moving his hands towards MC's lower back before changing their positions.

MC gasped in surprise when Sylus slotted himself between her legs, spreading them open and pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

" Why don't we continue? "