[ Sylvain just groans when Claude pulls that hand away, hips rocking down against that thigh pressed snug against him anyway, chasing the heat and friction as much as he’s able. They’re both flushed and rumpled, lips reddened and kiss-swollen.
But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
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But he flops back on the bed in a dramatic fashion, just because he can, lying there looking half-debauched already. That was probably on purpose. If you’re going to be a tease, he’s going to make you regret it. ]
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? I’m pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me.
[ …Yes, that was definitely a challenge. ]