[slowly, everything ratchets down and he can settle comfortably into the afterglow. Sylvain pulls out of him and his breath hitches softly, weight shifting to the other side as the redhead nestles back into place.]
Mmm, we shouldn't need to. Though we should clean up...
[because he certainly made a mess of himself and Basch, at the very least.]
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Mmm, we shouldn't need to. Though we should clean up...
[because he certainly made a mess of himself and Basch, at the very least.]