[ there's a jackrabbit kick of his heart when his hands are taken away, and he whines softly, the desire to just rut himself shamelessly on sylvain is extremely high with the hindbrain whining of wanting nothing more than to be bred full and proper. it's less-than-ideal for a reunion, and maybe a little bit of him, the lucid part of him, wants to have something a little more lowkey than straight up jumping him.
as his wrists are brought upwards, his knees come to bracket his sides, ankles hooking around each other as he meets his eyes. ]
Feels like I'm on fire... [ he breathes out the last word, despreate. it's almost painful, like the want has set a blaze low in his belly, his body leaking traitorously especially thanks to sylvain's man-handling. it's absolutely not fair. ] You were the one feeling me up on the way here... [ not protest, just pointing it out. you worked him up more! ]
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as his wrists are brought upwards, his knees come to bracket his sides, ankles hooking around each other as he meets his eyes. ]
Feels like I'm on fire... [ he breathes out the last word, despreate. it's almost painful, like the want has set a blaze low in his belly, his body leaking traitorously especially thanks to sylvain's man-handling. it's absolutely not fair. ] You were the one feeling me up on the way here... [ not protest, just pointing it out. you worked him up more! ]