[ sylvain's slick fingers slide along the seam of his ass, and tighnari tenses with excitement, with anticipation, and when he feels his finger slip inside he hums, closing his eyes and giving his hips a slow rock downward. it isn't enough, but it's good, and more is coming. tighnari's tail flicks back and forth, contented, and his hands drop to touch sylvain, palms sliding along his forearms. ]
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[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]
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[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]