[The hand in his hair earns Sylvain a pleased sigh into their kiss. It doesn't hurt, but the firmness in that grip is certainly pleasant. His tongue finds Sylvain's in a little fight for dominance. Despite being pressed between a wall and the other, he is far from taking things lying down, and there's a bit of fire in him that feels like he needs to challenge the other back. Wriothesley smells and tastes like the lollipop Sylvain had given him.
His hand continues to explore, an appreciative hum as he feels toned muscles and scars. Plenty of stories on this man.
His hand slips away only for him to grind his palm against Sylvain's clothed length.] So you can put out, monsieur. The lollipop was good, but a little disappointing in comparison.
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His hand continues to explore, an appreciative hum as he feels toned muscles and scars. Plenty of stories on this man.
His hand slips away only for him to grind his palm against Sylvain's clothed length.] So you can put out, monsieur. The lollipop was good, but a little disappointing in comparison.