[ Jesper, if you keep praising him like this, he's going to get a big head. Bigger head? But he finds Jesper's continued use of pet names as he does adorably endearing at the same time.
Reacting to the mood he's picking up off Jesper, Sylvain's more than happy to meet him in the middle, adapting to offering the same. If Jesper needs to vent whatever he's feeling or struggling with, Sylvain's more than willing to let him use him for this. He's not even going to try to deny that he finds the whole thing ridiculously hot, but that seems to be anything involving Jesper, he's found. So he capitulates, gives himself over and lets Jesper take the control as much as he likes.
He bends for him, held taut by the grip in his hair, and he can only imagine what that looks like for the man behind him. It must be good, considering the way Jesper curses and then pushes into him without warning.
He can't help but arch with a strained cry at that - it's sudden and deep and his body shudders around the abrupt intrusion. Muscles burn in the attempt to accommodate Jesper's length as the man sinks deep and then hesitates there to adjust and enjoy. Sylvain can't help the instinctive clench around him, relishing the burning stretch and craving more of the same.
It's what has him rocking back against each of Jesper's thrusts when he starts to move, eager for more, encouraging him on. The hard pace has his breath coming in ragged gasps for air, moans slipping free when Jesper's hips snap in to bury himself completely, over and over again. It's relentless and dizzying and perfect. ]
Jesper, fuck, I think you're the perfect one here.
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Reacting to the mood he's picking up off Jesper, Sylvain's more than happy to meet him in the middle, adapting to offering the same. If Jesper needs to vent whatever he's feeling or struggling with, Sylvain's more than willing to let him use him for this. He's not even going to try to deny that he finds the whole thing ridiculously hot, but that seems to be anything involving Jesper, he's found. So he capitulates, gives himself over and lets Jesper take the control as much as he likes.
He bends for him, held taut by the grip in his hair, and he can only imagine what that looks like for the man behind him. It must be good, considering the way Jesper curses and then pushes into him without warning.
He can't help but arch with a strained cry at that - it's sudden and deep and his body shudders around the abrupt intrusion. Muscles burn in the attempt to accommodate Jesper's length as the man sinks deep and then hesitates there to adjust and enjoy. Sylvain can't help the instinctive clench around him, relishing the burning stretch and craving more of the same.
It's what has him rocking back against each of Jesper's thrusts when he starts to move, eager for more, encouraging him on. The hard pace has his breath coming in ragged gasps for air, moans slipping free when Jesper's hips snap in to bury himself completely, over and over again. It's relentless and dizzying and perfect. ]
Jesper, fuck, I think you're the perfect one here.