[ Sylvain’s smirk is sharp and satisfied as Olivine comes, his own hips picking up the pace, rocking into him deeply, thrusts picking up a new pace. He might have come just from that, the feel of Olivine clenching so tightly around him, body shuddering as he spilled his own pleasure. The sight of the other man’s reflection in the mirror as he watched him orgasm.
But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]
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But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]