Sylas made a low noise and slowly sunk to his knees. Something about this, the power, how he smelled, the heat it gave off, all of it made him dizzy. He made a noise and kissed the knot at first, face flushing darker.
Sylas looks up, eyes hazy as he suddenly swallowed from the tip to the knot, stopping and running his tongue over it. His moans were stifled, mouth stuffed with his fat rocket.