[ The moment that cock thrusts properly into his mouth, he's one keen after another, struggling against the overwhelming sensation even as he seeks more. He's only vaguely aware of the orders, but honestly, he's not going to have any control at this point. The threat of punishment only makes him shudder harder, as does his inability to respond.
And then he feels them both shift, is aware they're kissing above him, and gods why is that so arousing? Why are the hands at his side oddly familiar? His mind could work it out if it weren't so occupied.
He groans harder as he feels the heat of release filling him, chased by the heat of being so publicly used. It's enough that he's already so close. But he isn't expecting a hand to come curl around him, not still filled at both ends, and his sounds turn to a whimper, hips shifting to thrust against that blessed, teasing stimulation, hands scrabbling to hold onto anything.
It takes so little before he's spilling too, whining around Sylvain's cock, hot tears trailing down his face as he struggles to pull breath through his nose. He can't think, can hardly tell if he's still up right, and gods he doesn't actually want it to end. ]
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And then he feels them both shift, is aware they're kissing above him, and gods why is that so arousing? Why are the hands at his side oddly familiar? His mind could work it out if it weren't so occupied.
He groans harder as he feels the heat of release filling him, chased by the heat of being so publicly used. It's enough that he's already so close. But he isn't expecting a hand to come curl around him, not still filled at both ends, and his sounds turn to a whimper, hips shifting to thrust against that blessed, teasing stimulation, hands scrabbling to hold onto anything.
It takes so little before he's spilling too, whining around Sylvain's cock, hot tears trailing down his face as he struggles to pull breath through his nose. He can't think, can hardly tell if he's still up right, and gods he doesn't actually want it to end. ]