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[ A shiver slips down his spine at that vibration - one the other man can likely feel where he's got his mouth wrapped around him. Another low moan as fingers tighten for a moment in the man's hair and then he starts rocking again, finding a rhythm now when Wriothesley seems okay with it. Watching for hints otherwise but until then he starts fucking the other man's mouth with slow deliberation, holding him at just the right angle to press as deep as he can go without it being too far. Although each rock of his hips takes him deep enough that it teeters on that edge, just shy of it. ]

[His shoulders tense for a moment when Sylvain’s grip tightens. It isn’t out of discomfort and more out of anticipation. As though waiting for more.

He happily keeps the rhythm, enjoying the slide of the hard length in his mouth, rubbing his tongue on the underside and wherever it could reach. He shudders everytime the tip of Sylvain’s cock hits the back of his throat, and he can’t ignore his own throbbing erection as he starts to stroke himself in rhythm.]

[ He feels those shudders, lets his lips curve as he presses deep and lets himself linger there a moment before drawing back enough to allow him breath. ]

Like that, do you?

[ His voice is a low murmur, husky with his own want, because his cock is aching against the teasing slide of the man's tongue on sensitive skin. He's still holding back a little from chasing it too far, too fast, wanting to enjoy the sensations. The sight of Wriothesley on his knees before him with those lips wrapped around his cock. The feel of all those little sounds and reactions he gets to feel.

He's greedy, always wanting more. ]

[He gazes up at the other with an unfocused gaze. Wriothesley looked like he was in bliss.

The picture he must be painting with a flush that travels down his neck and a lusty gaze, hand wrapped around his own cock as he got off to sucking Sylvain’s cock.

He merely replies with a pleased moan, bobbing his head as though to indicate the other not to stop.]

Good boy.

[ He murmurs the words low and throaty, almost around a chuckle. He suspects the other man might actually be older than he is, but that doesn't change the fact that the words come more with the roles they're currently playing with rather than age.

He doesn't stop, either, rocking his hips once more, picking up his pace now as he takes in that expression on Wriothesley's face, the look in his eyes. Knowing what that means for the other man. Not wanting to bring him out of the state he's slipping into, he focuses on chasing his own pleasure along with him. Using his mouth as he holds him positioned right where he wants him. ]

Look at you. [ His voice has that same low, throaty croon, just slightly strained with breathlessness as he fucks the man's mouth. ] Taking all of me, every last inch. And you're loving it, aren't you? How hard are you right now? Could you come from just this, I wonder? The feeling of being used, taking what I give you, and still begging me for more with that clever tongue of yours. When I spill myself down your throat, you're going to swallow every drop for me, aren't you?

[The way that Wriothesley’s pupils are blown wide open at Sylvain’s words are obvious.

Good boy.

It makes a full body shudder go through him as he hears those words. It’s the way the man says it that has him so easily seduced. His face if so red now. His ears are burning. His cock was leaking an embarrassing amount of precome.

And the way he’s being degraded right now? Holy shit. What comes out of the boxer is an embarrassing whine, eyes watering as he can only accept what Sylvain was giving him. He wants to nod and agree. Wants to please the other. Sylvain has a firm grip on his head though and his mouth was stuffed full. So he responds by trying to pleasure the other, rubbing his tongue over whatever his tongue could reach and moaning around the hardened length shamelessly.]

[ Oh, that was a very good reaction, and Sylvian makes note of the cause, his lips curving into a deeper smirk at the knowledge. That whine is muffled around his cock and he presses deeper again, choking off the man's airway against for the span of several heartbeats before pulling back slightly again, only to repeat the motion. Feeling the man's throat work around his tip as he struggled to breath. or take more, it was hard to tell. Either way, it felt exquisite. ]

Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I bet you could come from that alone, even without all the rest. Moan for me, Wriothesley, let me feel you around my cock. Let me hear how much you want me to give you that. I'm close now. [ Just in case the strained breathlessness in his voice hadn't given that away.

His eyes had darkened at the man's reaction to his words and he chases that as much as the delicious friction itself. Craved the way he could see Wriothesley coming apart from just this. ]

Use that pretty mouth of yours, that clever tongue. I can see your hand on your cock. Desperate for it, aren't you? Are you going to come when you swallow me down, hmm?

[He can’t help but breathe out a sob. His head feels so lightheaded as the other chokes him of air and his hands abandon what they were doing to dig nails into Sylvain’s thighs. It’s hard to tell if he’s trying to ask for air or if he’s begging more.

All he knows is that his entire body is wracked with pleasure. That he only feels good as the other forces their cock down his throat and uses him as nothing more than something to pleasure his cock.

Wriothesley doesn’t know why he wants this so bad, but he desperately wants to please the other. To get more of those praises. He moans shamelessly as soon as the other demands it. The moans are loud and needy. Shameless.

He lets his tongue rub the underside of Sylvain’s cock. Swirls it around the head whenever he pulls out enough for him to do so. He can feel the other is close and he wants it so bad.]

[ 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. ]

[His mind is so wonderfully blank. All it can focus is on all the sensations going through his body. How he can barely get air in his lungs to the ache of his jaw and throat to how keyed up his body was.

It felt heavenly.

His eyes roll back as his eyelids flutter closed. Of course he'll be good. No. Has to be good. The other climaxes into his mouth and down his throat and he swallows every bit of it. Makes sure that he doesn't spill even a drop.

Wriothesley shudders too as he whines. The way his body tenses up before seemingly relaxing after a moment. And Sylvain will get to see why once they've rode through their orgasm. The way that the floor between his legs is stained with Wriothesley's own seed, having came from being face fucked and giving the other pleasure.]

[ He could tell what had happened before he ever looked down. And if he’s surprised by it, he doesn’t show it. But after his cock has stopped pulsing against the man’s tongue, he pulls out slowly before dropping to his own knees in front of Wriothesley - half to bring him to eye level and half because he doesn’t trust his own legs to hold him right now.

He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]

Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.

[Wriothesley looks thoroughly debauched. Dried spit was at the corner of his mouth and down his chin and when he opens his eyes to look at the other, they're completely unfocused. Still riding that high and slowly piecing his mind back together after his orgasm.

His body moves instinctively, kissing the other back when he feels lips on his own and easily entiwning his tongue with Sylvain's.

He really was in such a blissful state at the moment. A low whine as the other tells him he's a very good boy. That's right...he was wasn't he? He had been so good to the other. He blinks as his eyes refocus a little and-] Shit. [His mind was taking a good moment to finally catch up.]

Easy.

[ His voice is low and soothing as he brings Wriothesley‘s forehead to his shoulder, gripping him by the back of the neck and giving him a moment to come back to himself.

He didn’t know if that was meant to happen, or if it was some weird magic trick this place had played on them, but either way, he didn’t want the high to turn to a crash and he soothed a hand against Wriothesley‘s spine as he just held him against him. ]

Take a breath, Wriothesley. You’re okay.

[The other's warmth was nice and he rests his forehead against the other's shadow as his breathing evens out. The firm hand on the back of his neck is a nice weight to help ground him, he thinks.

Eventually he can't help but chuckle. When he speaks, his voice is totally shot. He sounds like someone who definitely just got thoroughly throatfucked.] Wow. That was...

[Mind blowing? It was better than good.]

[ He just holds him there, giving the other man as much time as he needs to recover. Hearing that strained voice start to talk and then trail off before finishing… he can’t help but chuckle a little, too. ]

Hopefully not terrible enough that you’re about to punch me in my… lollipop.

[ He drawls the words out with wry humor as he lets his other hand stroke down the man’s spine again.

He’s not going to lie and deny the man both looks and sounds ridiculously sexy after having just been wrecked as badly as he had. Sylvain only hoped that he hadn’t actually pushed too far in the heat of the moment. ]

[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.

Not at all.

[ Sylvain’s voice takes on a note of fondness as the hand at the nape of the man’s neck slides up to tangle in dark hair. He turns his head, pressing a light kiss to the man’s temple before tugging him back, letting him straighten up. ]

You were perfect. And I very much hope we can do that again. Or anything else we can come up with for that matter.

[ Offering him a wink, he carefully pushes himself back to his feet, tucking his cock away once more before holding out a hand to him. ]

Come on. Let’s go find you a drink for that throat, yeah?

[A pleased shudder as he enjoys the fingers tangled in his hair for a moment. He isn't the kind of person to feel embarrassed for getting off as he did nor over what seems to be a complete turn on for him. He is a bit sheepish about it though. He hadn't expected to fall into such a state.

He wipes at dried spit from his face before he takes out the offered hand to him. He smiles.] If it was anything like this, I would hope it isn't a one and done.

[Call him shameless, but finding damn good compatibility with someone and incredible sex? It would be a damn shame not to enjoy each other again.] I'd be disappointed even.

[He feels the ache in his knees as he is pulled to his feet amongst other parts of him, but it's a satisfying ache that'll stay with him for the rest of the day.] A cup of tea sounds great right now.

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