[there's no rush, a warm comfort shared between them as Sylvain releases his arm, pulls him back gently into his chest. his own breath is still catching back up to normal, hitching slightly when the redhead's face presses into his neck, a delighted little laugh on his lips.]
Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
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Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]