[It occurs to him that it's—a fairly stark difference to see. Not Sylvain; the redhead is just as teasing with him as with Basch, but there's such an easiness to Basch's replies to him that he can't help but be envious of even as he's glad to see it.
Those thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Sylvain's hands, drifting up to tease his nipples and pulling another sharp groan from him in turn. It's in time with the sharper buck of those hips too, seeing him jolting in turn, hips slapping against Basch's.
Thinking too much, he says, and the priest has to take a moment to try and wrack his brain for a nonverbal answer. What would he want if he was going to stop thinking...? The shift of hips is clear enough, but—his fingers shift, trembling in his sensitivity as his whole body wants to squirm at the teasing.
And, quite abruptly, he lets them dig into the blond's hips, gripping firmly to pull them into his thrusts, shifting to try and find just the right spot.
... it really is much harder when he's not using his fingers.]
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Date: 2024-06-25 03:21 am (UTC)Those thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Sylvain's hands, drifting up to tease his nipples and pulling another sharp groan from him in turn. It's in time with the sharper buck of those hips too, seeing him jolting in turn, hips slapping against Basch's.
Thinking too much, he says, and the priest has to take a moment to try and wrack his brain for a nonverbal answer. What would he want if he was going to stop thinking...? The shift of hips is clear enough, but—his fingers shift, trembling in his sensitivity as his whole body wants to squirm at the teasing.
And, quite abruptly, he lets them dig into the blond's hips, gripping firmly to pull them into his thrusts, shifting to try and find just the right spot.
... it really is much harder when he's not using his fingers.]