[ he would have protested that, but he can already feel Wriothesley relaxing against him, so doesn't wish to disturb him. he knows how rare it is for the other man to lower his guard like this, let himself actually rest in someone else's company. he's not going to take it for granted.
And soon, Sylvain is drifting off as well, falling into a deep, contented slumber, even if he ends up wrapped around the other man in his sleep.
When he starts to stir the next morning, its to feeling rested and warm. And then a shapely ass wriggles back more firmly against his very interested cock.
Well. That's one way to say good morning, he supposes.
He gives a quiet, breathless moan, shifting slightly, as if to pull away. But Wroithesley just... seems to push back against him more firmly in response. So. That hadn't worked. At all. ]
Timskipping to the next morning.
And soon, Sylvain is drifting off as well, falling into a deep, contented slumber, even if he ends up wrapped around the other man in his sleep.
When he starts to stir the next morning, its to feeling rested and warm. And then a shapely ass wriggles back more firmly against his very interested cock.
Well. That's one way to say good morning, he supposes.
He gives a quiet, breathless moan, shifting slightly, as if to pull away. But Wroithesley just... seems to push back against him more firmly in response. So. That hadn't worked. At all. ]