[ There's genuine surprise in his face when Sylvain crashes into his back. But the tug against his shirt is clear enough.
He turns back around, dislodging Sylvain's grip only so one hand can catch his waist and the other can cradle under his chin, hunger and softness both blooming on his face. He sees the want there, the fear and the hunger and, dare he say it, the budding of trust. ]
I won't leave if you don't want me to, pet. Not ever. [ His voice is low, soothing even. But he is aroused, and he can't help letting the hand at Sylvain's jaw trace down his neck and chest, tweaking the chain at his nipples. ]
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He turns back around, dislodging Sylvain's grip only so one hand can catch his waist and the other can cradle under his chin, hunger and softness both blooming on his face. He sees the want there, the fear and the hunger and, dare he say it, the budding of trust. ]
I won't leave if you don't want me to, pet. Not ever. [ His voice is low, soothing even. But he is aroused, and he can't help letting the hand at Sylvain's jaw trace down his neck and chest, tweaking the chain at his nipples. ]