[ Sylvain just gives a quiet chuckle as he alternates carding his fingers through Wriothesley’s damp hair and soothing them along the man’s spine as he sprawls against him. Feeling the way he’s already relaxing in his arm as they stare up at the sky above them. Or the imitation of it, anyway. ]
I have a lot of good reasons, but I can’t guarantee they didn’t all come from my dick.
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I have a lot of good reasons, but I can’t guarantee they didn’t all come from my dick.