[ There is something so satisfying about simply surrendering to sensation and feelings, to focus only on what Sylvain's body is like as it presses into him, filling him with heat and pleasure. Jesper's legs try to lock Sylvain in, heels digging into his thighs, going from encouraging to simply holding on for dear life. All he can do is grip onto Sylvain with his limbs and let him take control of the situation, his cock hitting places that make him see stars. ]
Yes, Saints, Sylvain, fuck me.
[ He is sounding less demanding and needier, breathier, now, everything outside of this room is completely unimportant. No gods even exist in here, only Sylvain's mouth and body and the way they move together. His hand scratches from Sylvain's shoulder down his back and digs in at the center, his other fingers tightly wound in Sylvain's red hair. ]
You said to wait ... until you told me I could ....
[ Jesper groans and tenses up, he is very close to the edge with every time Sylvain drives into him, looking up at Sylvain with desperate eyes. ]
Come in me, I want it, please.
[ He strains up against Sylvain, his cock hard and seeking friction and permission. ]
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Date: 2022-11-09 03:48 am (UTC)Yes, Saints, Sylvain, fuck me.
[ He is sounding less demanding and needier, breathier, now, everything outside of this room is completely unimportant. No gods even exist in here, only Sylvain's mouth and body and the way they move together. His hand scratches from Sylvain's shoulder down his back and digs in at the center, his other fingers tightly wound in Sylvain's red hair. ]
You said to wait ... until you told me I could ....
[ Jesper groans and tenses up, he is very close to the edge with every time Sylvain drives into him, looking up at Sylvain with desperate eyes. ]
Come in me, I want it, please.
[ He strains up against Sylvain, his cock hard and seeking friction and permission. ]