[ Seeing the look Sylvain gives him has Reign's breath catching, touched by his Master's words. At times he wonders if he deserves the redhead, to have a Master like Sylvain caring for his needs, indulge and fulfil his bucket list of desires.
His muscles tense and clench wherever Sylvain's lips touch him, as if leaving a searing mark behind with every kiss on his cool skin. Then he feels the heat of Sylvain tongue on the cockhead, and Reign is certain he nearly see stars. ]
M-Master...! Yes, yes. Please. [ The expression on Reign's face is bare for Sylvain to drink in, lips parting and tongue peeking out, almost mimicking the redhead's movements to lick. His fingers end up in Sylvain's hair, half urging, half pleading, for the man to continue. ]
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His muscles tense and clench wherever Sylvain's lips touch him, as if leaving a searing mark behind with every kiss on his cool skin. Then he feels the heat of Sylvain tongue on the cockhead, and Reign is certain he nearly see stars. ]
M-Master...! Yes, yes. Please. [ The expression on Reign's face is bare for Sylvain to drink in, lips parting and tongue peeking out, almost mimicking the redhead's movements to lick. His fingers end up in Sylvain's hair, half urging, half pleading, for the man to continue. ]