[ oh, this is so much better than tighnari had expected. sylvain looks beautiful, sprawled out and panting, flushed and hot and achingly hard for him. tighnari presses a line of hot kisses along sylvain's jaw, before dragging his tongue along the tender space beneath his ear, and his fingers tighten, squeezing his cock, pumping a little harder. ]
Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
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Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
Put your hands on me.