[ Sylvain knows him so well, and he lets his eyes close, taking a moment of comfort in the familiar grip and sense of the world narrowing. So he misses Sylvain's possessive glower, which is maybe for the best given how hard he's already becoming. ]
I...don't feel confident they won't drag me back.
[ Even now, he can't...quite admit that the idea of Sylvain fucking him like this, trapped and on display, makes his knees weak. ]
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I...don't feel confident they won't drag me back.
[ Even now, he can't...quite admit that the idea of Sylvain fucking him like this, trapped and on display, makes his knees weak. ]