Hah, fuck off. [As if Sylvain hadn't been at the mercy of Wriothesley's insatiable stamina.
He feels that slow build up of heat in the pit of his stomach and the growing tension travel through his body. Feels the growing pleasure mount towards a climax. He moans softly into Sylvain's mouth as he kisses back. It's languid in its movement as he drags his palm up and down Sylvain's length.] I'm getting close...
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He feels that slow build up of heat in the pit of his stomach and the growing tension travel through his body. Feels the growing pleasure mount towards a climax. He moans softly into Sylvain's mouth as he kisses back. It's languid in its movement as he drags his palm up and down Sylvain's length.] I'm getting close...