[ The bite of nails into his flesh earn a soft hiss from his, his eyes darkening, but the way Jesper moans and arches beneath him is beautiful to watch. And with those ‘please’ uttered in a desperate tone, Sylvain doesn’t mind giving him exactly what he wants.
He keeps Jesper’s head tipped back, holding him in this pose as he begins to rock into him, maintaining that angle but making the pace faster, rougher, deeper. His hips snap up into that warm supple body and he hisses out a breathless curse of his own as he bites down on his lip and struggles not to get lost in the chase of his own pleasure. ]
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He keeps Jesper’s head tipped back, holding him in this pose as he begins to rock into him, maintaining that angle but making the pace faster, rougher, deeper. His hips snap up into that warm supple body and he hisses out a breathless curse of his own as he bites down on his lip and struggles not to get lost in the chase of his own pleasure. ]
Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Jesper.