[That's it — that's what he wants: the image burned into his memory of this lovely redhead with his pretty mouth full of cock and his pretty eyes fixated on nothing but him. It's almost the sight of it as much as the suction that tips him over the precipice, makes him dig his fingers deep into red strands and pull him firmly down onto his cock as he comes, courteous enough not to choke him but not polite enough to give warning before he spills down Sylvain's throat.]
Ah — !
[His teeth sink into his lip, fighting to stifle the sound that wrenches free of his throat despite his better efforts, and only just barely manages to keep his eyes open as the euphoria washes over him, warmth in his veins and weight in his limbs.]
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Ah — !
[His teeth sink into his lip, fighting to stifle the sound that wrenches free of his throat despite his better efforts, and only just barely manages to keep his eyes open as the euphoria washes over him, warmth in his veins and weight in his limbs.]