[ The kiss muffles the deep moan Sylvain makes when Tighnari grinds down against him, bringing his cock to slide against his own. Hips arch as Sylvain's hands automatically slide up Tighnari's hips to grip - or maybe cling - before sliding further up his back as bidden.
Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]
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Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]