I don't think this counts as maddening or patient.
[ His voice is low, breathy, but that he's talking this much at all is a testament to that constant something that has him off kilter with Sylvain.
It's true as ever; he's poor enough at lying when he can focus, and gods help him if he needed to now. His whimpering groan is languid, relaxed even. It's been a long time since he's done this, but there's an undeniable trust here that makes it easy just listen to his body and bask in the intensity of sensation. Fortunate, because he remembers quite well that Sylvain was damn near too much for his throat. Not that that's going to stop him.
Some of those sounds become sharper, muscles clenching and releasing as Sylvain finds more sensitive purchase. He gasps out the other's name, pinned hand reaching for the other as his other fist clenches. It feels oddly intimate to call for him, no title and no plea. ]
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[ His voice is low, breathy, but that he's talking this much at all is a testament to that constant something that has him off kilter with Sylvain.
It's true as ever; he's poor enough at lying when he can focus, and gods help him if he needed to now. His whimpering groan is languid, relaxed even. It's been a long time since he's done this, but there's an undeniable trust here that makes it easy just listen to his body and bask in the intensity of sensation. Fortunate, because he remembers quite well that Sylvain was damn near too much for his throat. Not that that's going to stop him.
Some of those sounds become sharper, muscles clenching and releasing as Sylvain finds more sensitive purchase. He gasps out the other's name, pinned hand reaching for the other as his other fist clenches. It feels oddly intimate to call for him, no title and no plea. ]
No. I -- hngh -- certainly have not.