[ something changed in sylvain. He could feel it, the surrender. The peace of it. He sighed, pleased, but frustrated. Little idiot; he could have this anytime he wanted. But it would take time to reach that.

For now, for today, this was good. More than good. He needed it to be. Needed sylvain to yearn for this. He’d just forgotten how much he’d be teaching himself to yearn, too. ]

Oh you are good at this. That’s it. Mmm you’re hungry for more aren’t you? Keep that up, good, yes—

[ he talks them both through it, hand tight and guiding, and he absolutely relishes how little time it takes to coax him to release, choking sylvain with his spend, moaning the others name in approval.

And wanting to kiss and pamper him, wanting to shout to the room how perfect his pet is.

Instead, he holds the other to him until he’s done trembling with aftershock, then tips that face to his. ]

I am going to free your phenomenal mouth, and you are going to tell me how you’d like to be pleased. That performance deserves a reward.