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You were going to die. Happily, yes, but you were sure that this was your fate: suffocate under that monument of a man; run out of air between his arms and see it all fade into black while laying inside his embrace.
Sylus was clearly aware of the consequences of his doings, but it also didn't seem like he was planning to move anytime soon. Instead, he hugged you even tighter, to the point you felt like your spine was about to snap. "5 more minutes, kitten," he groaned, sleepy.
His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, forcing you into the role of his pillow while he laid on top of your body — or crushed your body with his, in another way to describe it. Despite your attempts to squirm or thrash out of his hug, he was immobile, like a statue. And probably putting the weight of one on top of your chest.
"S-Sylus, move just— j-just a little," you gasped, awkwardly turning your arm to tap at his bare back. "I can't—"
"No," he purred, nuzzling his face around your collar, like a dragon cherishing its hoarded treasure. "It's too early, I don't want to move."
It was, in fact, not early. It was pretty late already, as a matter of fact, but Sylus had always been a bit of a nocturnal creature and it wasn't like you could care about what the clock had to say right now. You had to find your way out of that deadly hug before your conscience found its way out of your body.
"Syl— Sylus, just a bit..!" You muttered, lowering both your hands and reaching for his stomach. Skipping already to your last resource, you quickly, but gently clawed at Sylus's sides and the abs.
"K-kihitten, stop it…" was his quiet answer, but you could somewhat feel him smiling against your own skin. You promptly ignored his request and wiggled your fingers some more, tickling the curves of his hips and small of his back. You let the tip of your nails glide and graze at his skin, leaving small markings as you traced aimlessly around his body.
That once immobile rock that laid on top of you was now trembling. Sylus was fighting the urge to laugh or to let go of you to grab your hands as hard as you were fighting for you life. He was stubborn, yes, but just as ticklish, thankfully.
Hearing his annoyed chuckles and irritated laughs close to your ear almost made you forget how tightly squeezed you were inside his arms and under his weight. You moved your hands as high as you could from that position, tickling at his ribs while praying it would make him falter — and it did.
"I-I tohohold you to stahahap, kihi— ah!" Sylus gasped, forced to wake from that half-asleep state when you suddenly pushed him away and off your body. "Rude."
"Ahh, ahh… oh my— ugh, I thought I was going to die," you gasped, quickly sitting up and letting that much needed air inside your lungs. Oh, how good it was to be able to breath freely again.
"Don't be so dramatic," Sylus chuckled, snatching your pillow and hugging it instead of you. "If anyone has the right to complain here, that's me," he added, taking a deep breath and feeling the remains of your scent on the sheets. "Besides, aren't you forgetting something?"
"H-huh? What ar— aaAAH, I-I'M GOING BE LATE!" You squealed, shoving the blankets out of your way as you hopped out of the bed.
"Heh," he chuckled, "morning for you too, kitten."