[ the door cracking earns a little laugh. victory. ]

Better have... it was good. Let's not stick around to give them the satisfaction of an encore.

[ still, he kisses him back, chases his mouth as he tries to feel himself out. he could probably walk, but it would be embarrassing. he can feel the wetness already threatening to slip out from around the warmth of sylvain's cock. leaving a kiss along the corner of his mouth, he shifts slightly to make it easier. ]

I can walk, but it's not going to be clean. [ maybe he sounds just a little embarrassed. ] No regrets, though.

[ though he's determined to keep contact regardless. ]