[ Sylvain has always been good at reading his lovers - it was one of the reasons he’d thrived despite his reputation back home. He was an expert in interpreting their needs and wants - even when they might not be aware of it themselves. When to push and when to tease. When someone needed a firm hand, or a brat to give them a nudge. He was excellent at vacillating between them, becoming whatever his partner needed most in the moment, and adapting himself accordingly.
And now was no exception. He can all but feel Rufus’ impatience growing, but at the same time it hadn’t yet hit the point of no return. And since Rufus wasn’t yet making demands, he took it at his own pace. Taking the man’s cock deeper until his throat worked about the tip, swallowing around him - and then relaxing his throat enough to take him deeper still. When he went deep, he kept the pace a little slower, deliberate and drawn out, but when he pulled back to bob his head a few times he let the pace speed - harder and faster and rougher. Alternating , to keep the man guessing. But still keep that pleasure growing.
And his dark eyes remain locked on the man’s face, intent and hungry, watching for every little flicker of reaction that flashed across his expression. Cataloguing what he liked, what made him moan and shudder and curse. And then using that growing list of pleasures against him on repeat. ]
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And now was no exception. He can all but feel Rufus’ impatience growing, but at the same time it hadn’t yet hit the point of no return. And since Rufus wasn’t yet making demands, he took it at his own pace. Taking the man’s cock deeper until his throat worked about the tip, swallowing around him - and then relaxing his throat enough to take him deeper still. When he went deep, he kept the pace a little slower, deliberate and drawn out, but when he pulled back to bob his head a few times he let the pace speed - harder and faster and rougher. Alternating , to keep the man guessing. But still keep that pleasure growing.
And his dark eyes remain locked on the man’s face, intent and hungry, watching for every little flicker of reaction that flashed across his expression. Cataloguing what he liked, what made him moan and shudder and curse. And then using that growing list of pleasures against him on repeat. ]