[ Whatever fear there was that this was too much, that he'd overstepped the invisible bounds of their arrangement, dies readily when Sylvain grips his hair and holds him there. Yes. You are welcome. All of this is welcome.
He cries out as Sylvain's naked thigh slides between his legs, strong and covered in soft, thick hair, but even that doesn't dislodge him from his hungry kissing, torso working to close any space between them even as he's rocked from between his legs. The heat of want and touch and closeness tangle together, and for a moment, he really does lose himself entirely, safe in this hold, safe in this moment. When Sylvain says I've got you, he whimpers, his grip tightening. He knows. He knows.
He's almost relieved when Sylvain tugs his head back. That touch grounds him, puts him back in his body, and more importantly, stalls the rush. He doesn't want this to be quick. He nods, his breath jagged, his voice a gurgling moan as Sylvain returns to the slow caressing tease of his neck. ]
With pleasure [ he whispers, knowing Sylvain will heed the word choice. ]
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He cries out as Sylvain's naked thigh slides between his legs, strong and covered in soft, thick hair, but even that doesn't dislodge him from his hungry kissing, torso working to close any space between them even as he's rocked from between his legs. The heat of want and touch and closeness tangle together, and for a moment, he really does lose himself entirely, safe in this hold, safe in this moment. When Sylvain says I've got you, he whimpers, his grip tightening. He knows. He knows.
He's almost relieved when Sylvain tugs his head back. That touch grounds him, puts him back in his body, and more importantly, stalls the rush. He doesn't want this to be quick. He nods, his breath jagged, his voice a gurgling moan as Sylvain returns to the slow caressing tease of his neck. ]
With pleasure [ he whispers, knowing Sylvain will heed the word choice. ]