[ This should hurt, some part of his brain acknowledges, but it’s distant and hazy as his head falls back, eyes closed, body wracked with the sensations. The feel of Reign’s hand around his cock, the burn of the potion in his veins, and the feeling of Reign’s fangs in his flesh. Each lap of his tongue or deep draw on his blood feels like his mouth is sucking on far more sensitive places, as if that pain/pleasure intermingled is sliding along every one of Sylvain’s nerves until he’s dizzy with it. His skin on fire as he struggles to hold still.
And then Reign sucks harder, leaving his mark in the redhead’s flesh, and Sylvain’s lost, body overloaded with sensations and pure need. His cock pulses in Reign’s grip as he comes with a breathless cry, fingers tightening their grip in the man’s hair as he shudders his way through an intense orgasm. ]
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And then Reign sucks harder, leaving his mark in the redhead’s flesh, and Sylvain’s lost, body overloaded with sensations and pure need. His cock pulses in Reign’s grip as he comes with a breathless cry, fingers tightening their grip in the man’s hair as he shudders his way through an intense orgasm. ]