[ His dark eyes are intent and watchful as he feels those nails dig into his thighs, watches what plays out across Wriothesley's face, in the lines of his body as Sylvain pushes them both closer. Knowing that if there's a line to cross, he's likely to stumble over it here, but he's both careful and persistent. And Wriothesley is so consumed by pleasure and want that he gives him exactly what he begs for.
His rhythm stutters, slows and picks up again as he draws close to his own peak. And then he feels that tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, feels that moan vibrate around his length, and he tightens his grip a moment before he presses deep. Not enough to choke him or cut off his airway, but close enough to be a concern.
He feels his cock twitch against the man's tongue, that rush of heat that signals how quickly his control is unraveling, and he gazes hungrily down at the needy man before him. Drinking in the sight of him as he presses a hint deeper. ]
Swallow for me, Wriothesley. Every drop. Be a good boy for me.
[ And then he spills with a low, strained groan. ]
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His rhythm stutters, slows and picks up again as he draws close to his own peak. And then he feels that tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, feels that moan vibrate around his length, and he tightens his grip a moment before he presses deep. Not enough to choke him or cut off his airway, but close enough to be a concern.
He feels his cock twitch against the man's tongue, that rush of heat that signals how quickly his control is unraveling, and he gazes hungrily down at the needy man before him. Drinking in the sight of him as he presses a hint deeper. ]
Swallow for me, Wriothesley. Every drop. Be a good boy for me.
[ And then he spills with a low, strained groan. ]