[Like the Guinness Book of World Records, it only counts if it's observed. Maybe he should do it again. And soon. And with a spectator close at attention.
The most overt mark that Rufus is under the influence of something that's fucking him up to an atypical state of arousal is the fact that he lets Sylvain touch him like it's the most natural thing in the world — no angling, no deflecting, no catching his fingers to stop them in their tracks. Why should he, when what he wants is precisely this: to be coveted and admired and appreciated, and also ideally a handful of orgasms for good measure.]
All right, then. Cost-benefit analysis. Of the options, which one is your favorite?
[It's his turn to reach out, now, but his fingers play a little harder-to-get; he goes for Sylvain's hair, weaving a stray lock of it around and through his fingers like a very subtle makeshift leash.]
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The most overt mark that Rufus is under the influence of something that's fucking him up to an atypical state of arousal is the fact that he lets Sylvain touch him like it's the most natural thing in the world — no angling, no deflecting, no catching his fingers to stop them in their tracks. Why should he, when what he wants is precisely this: to be coveted and admired and appreciated, and also ideally a handful of orgasms for good measure.]
All right, then. Cost-benefit analysis. Of the options, which one is your favorite?
[It's his turn to reach out, now, but his fingers play a little harder-to-get; he goes for Sylvain's hair, weaving a stray lock of it around and through his fingers like a very subtle makeshift leash.]