[He laughs into the kiss. It's a little hoarse; sleep still trying to be shaken off as they continue to jerk each other off. Their lazy actions make it obvious that there's no real attempt for more than just that languid pleasure they're feeling.
It takes a few more lazy strokes before Wriothesley reaches his climax. He moans out Sylvain's name breathlessly as he spills his seed over Sylvain's hand.
He stills his hips, but his hand keeps stroking the other with jerky motions as he rides through his climax.]
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It takes a few more lazy strokes before Wriothesley reaches his climax. He moans out Sylvain's name breathlessly as he spills his seed over Sylvain's hand.
He stills his hips, but his hand keeps stroking the other with jerky motions as he rides through his climax.]