[That makes him laugh. Of course he wasn't going to stop, but the warning is funny nonetheless. How could he stop anyways? The firm weight in his hand as he strokes the other, the sweet sounds Sylvain was making, the butterfly kisses against his skin, and the pleasure as he shamelessly humps Sylvain's leg. Pleasure rides up his spine everytime he presses his clothed cock against a muscled thigh, a soft moan escaping his lips as he ruts against the other.]
Mm, I won't. Don't worry. [He squeezes gently.] I'm rather fond of hearing you like this.
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Date: 2024-06-15 03:23 pm (UTC)Mm, I won't. Don't worry. [He squeezes gently.] I'm rather fond of hearing you like this.