[ It's better than he imagined. He has full feeling in the tentacles, and it's maddening feeling so much of Sylvain under his grip.
Even if it tugs at his mind. How had he imagined this? How long? How did they meet? How--?
The sound of protest takes his attention. Some part of him feels like he ought to slow down, to check if this is alright, but some stronger heat flares, and instead he doubles down, other tentacles coming to help remove the fabric, tongue pressing deeper into Sylvain's mouth. That squirming is delicious. He wants more. Wants Sylvain hungry and senseless before he fills him. ]
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Date: 2024-06-20 02:16 am (UTC)Even if it tugs at his mind. How had he imagined this? How long? How did they meet? How--?
The sound of protest takes his attention. Some part of him feels like he ought to slow down, to check if this is alright, but some stronger heat flares, and instead he doubles down, other tentacles coming to help remove the fabric, tongue pressing deeper into Sylvain's mouth. That squirming is delicious. He wants more. Wants Sylvain hungry and senseless before he fills him. ]