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"I got my drink!" You slip easily into Sylus's lap, his free hand immediately supporting your hip to help you settle in. Both of you hold matching wine glasses. Both of them are filled with a red liquid.
Sylus quirks a brow at yours with an amused smirk. "Oh? What did you get this time, sweetie?"
You beam at him, alight with mischief. You don't drink alcohol. He knows you don't drink alcohol. But to any onlooker, the shades of red are so close, one could mistake them for wine from the same bottle. You hold the glass to his lips for him. "Try it."
He chuckles, but he does just as you ask. His lips part delicately around the rim of the glass. Crimson eyes stare at you, burning into you. You have to keep glancing at his mouth to control yourself, but even that doesn't help when you tilt your glass and you can see the shadow of his Adam's apple bobbing through the liquid.
You bring the glass down and hold it in your lap as you watch his reaction. His tongue, slipping out to lick up lingering droplets of red. The way his lips quirk up with amusement as he deciphers the contents. Red eyes glancing at your lips, like he's imagining what it would taste like on your tongue.
"It's sweet," he says, teasing and fond all in one. "That cran-raspberry juice you're addicted to, right?"
You scoff and roll your eyes. "I'm not addicted, I just think it's the greatest fruit juice that mankind will ever produce."
He chuckles. "I'm not completely sold on it yet," he muses. He sets his glass aside. His long fingers wrap around your wrist instead, curling around your hand and lifting your glass to your lips. His voice dips into something low and rich. "Can I have another taste?"
It's a burst of sweetness on your tongue. The gentle caress of raspberry past your lips. His eyes watch, just as you had moments before. They catch the curve of your mouth against the glass's rim. The lingering dew on your lip, licked away. The tinge of red left in its wake.
He releases your hand to cradle the back of your neck and draw you down to him. His eyes, fixated on your mouth, slipping fully closed the second his lips are on yours. He hums low, appreciative. Sighs as he parts his mouth and you follow, your tongues coming together to lick up the hints of sweetness in your saliva.
You cringe as you pull back, face scrunched up. He frowns up at you, pink tinting his ears. "What is it?"
"Can taste the alcohol," you croak.
He chuckles. They grow into full laughs, as he leans back into the couch and tilts his head to the ceiling. You smack his chest, taking long sips of your drink as you desperately try to wash away the sting of his wine from your tongue.