[ pulling him close, once again leaning against a wall, he guides sylvain's hand downwards, over his own hip, and around further until he can show him the thin trail of slick dampness against the curve of his ass. he shivers a bit even just thinking about it, the taste of him still there on his own tongue, the size of him pressed perfectly down his throat. ]
It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.
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It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.