[ Sylvain lets people get away with a lot - perhaps too much, at times - but other than a scant few very hard limits, he's typically up for experimenting with just about anything that sounds like a fun time. Which this definitely qualifies.
At the words of praise, his grin grows a little wider, even if there might be a tell-tale flush creeping up the back of his neck at the praise. Pressing in flush against Rufus' front - as close as he can get with how he's perched on the edge of the desk - he playfully rocks his hips in, grinding against him. If only to enjoy the delicious friction of it, teasing them both in the process.
The assumption gets a chuckle from him as he pulls back from the kiss to give him a playful smirk. ]
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At the words of praise, his grin grows a little wider, even if there might be a tell-tale flush creeping up the back of his neck at the praise. Pressing in flush against Rufus' front - as close as he can get with how he's perched on the edge of the desk - he playfully rocks his hips in, grinding against him. If only to enjoy the delicious friction of it, teasing them both in the process.
The assumption gets a chuckle from him as he pulls back from the kiss to give him a playful smirk. ]
Please. I'm always pretty.