[ he shudders and moans against the sensations assaulting his sack, pulling harder against the restraints and melting into bliss at getting no farther than a light bob in the swing. It’s like so much he has to keep carefully restrained flows into the tightness at his limbs instead, leaving him helpless and free to just enjoy the sensations.
And Sylvain is just…so good at this. He whimpers against the mix of tongue and finger, hips rocking and thighs clenching, and when those teeth turn to that delicate inner flesh he curses, gasping Sylvain’s name. His muscles are getting sore from contracting, and he can feel the heat threatening to spill, his body tighter and tighter as he pants and moans, wanting more, needing more, and aware he will be useless as soon as he comes. This is dizzying, and he’s already been spent so many times today. ]
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Date: 2024-01-29 03:34 am (UTC)And Sylvain is just…so good at this. He whimpers against the mix of tongue and finger, hips rocking and thighs clenching, and when those teeth turn to that delicate inner flesh he curses, gasping Sylvain’s name. His muscles are getting sore from contracting, and he can feel the heat threatening to spill, his body tighter and tighter as he pants and moans, wanting more, needing more, and aware he will be useless as soon as he comes. This is dizzying, and he’s already been spent so many times today. ]
I’m — close — fuck, Sylvain, fuck.