[ Sylvain spills inside him finally with a breathless cry, cock aching and pulsing deep within the other man. He can feel Olivine slump back to the bed beneath him and Sylvain goes with him, releasing his hold on his legs as he half collapses, half braces over him and buries his face against Olivine’s throat.
Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
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Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, Oli.