[ He knows what it is to resist what he feels like he shouldn't want, even if it's lost on him at the moment why he knows that.
The bared throat is response enough. He tips his head forward, tongue roving over the hot flesh there before he bites down, running his tongue over the shallow impressions of his teeth.
He lowers to one knee, the other pressing between Sylvain's spread legs, hands roving lower. All of his touch is light though, easy enough to throw off or lean out of.
He doesn't expect the other to, though. He has him, he knows. ]
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The bared throat is response enough. He tips his head forward, tongue roving over the hot flesh there before he bites down, running his tongue over the shallow impressions of his teeth.
He lowers to one knee, the other pressing between Sylvain's spread legs, hands roving lower. All of his touch is light though, easy enough to throw off or lean out of.
He doesn't expect the other to, though. He has him, he knows. ]