[That earns the other a bark of a laugh that devolves into a slight couch. Oh, his throat is damn sore. When was the last time he got a good face fucking? Honestly? Probably years.]

If I punched you there, I don't think you'd be able to use it anymore. [Sylvain can probably hear the grin in his voice.] If that happen, how could we do this again?

[It was mind-blowing good, he thinks. He definitely had no complaints.] It was really good. I didn't- [He shakes his head a little.]

Wasn't expecting it. [But he liked it. Guess he's learning a bit more about what he's into today.] You? Hope I wasn't just all hot air.