[ He lets Sylvain's touch and pleasure soothe him. It isn't hard when his own body is languid with the memory. But -- ]

Does it not cause you any struggle, what you want there, not knowing what we know here?

[ It's timid, earnest. That's the part he's still struggling with. But Sylvain reads hi so well, reassuring him where he needs, and he sighs, holding the other closer. ]

I don't understand what I did to deserve you. It -- was very, very good for me as well. [ oh he's red at that, the waves of shame barreling through him. But, maybe it's good, to talk through that. ] I like being right about what you'd like. I liked you surrendering. Especially because you'd resisted it.

[ That was what scared him. ]