[ He just chuckles and caresses the other back, kissing his hair and cradling his head. He angles him gently, working his thigh between the other’s. Not pumping him, just giving him something to fold into, rock against.
He moves his hand down the base, circling it, letting the warmth envelop while his thumb strokes lightly. The other clasps his neck, and his lips work down toward his forehead. Slow, Sensual touch.
And then he rolls them, so his weight is a blanket on the other, and his lips move to Sylvain’s brow, his cheekbone, just below his earlobe. Mapping him. Paying tribute to him. That no one has worshipped this man is a crime. ]
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He moves his hand down the base, circling it, letting the warmth envelop while his thumb strokes lightly. The other clasps his neck, and his lips work down toward his forehead. Slow,
Sensual touch.
And then he rolls them, so his weight is a blanket on the other, and his lips move to Sylvain’s brow, his cheekbone, just below his earlobe. Mapping him. Paying tribute to him. That no one has worshipped this man is a crime. ]