[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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...
[ 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.
[ 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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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.]
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[ 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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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?
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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.