[ sylvain has good hands, warm and broad, callused from his work with the spear, and as they drag over his skin he hums, shivering, his skin jumping beneath the pull of sylvain's hands. the stroke down his tail earns a low, soft purr in his chest that rolls and rumbles, and tighnari takes a moment simply to enjoy it.
but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
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but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
Now, undress me.