[ The muffled giggling eventually shifts to muffled grunts as Midnight's attention flips between how fun it is to make Sylvain squirm and keen like that and how lovely his bare skin feels against his cock. The friction and heat eventually drops Midnight's timbre into full growls. He takes one hand, holds their lengths together, and begins to thrust properly, precome, dampening his palm a little, at a pace that makes Sylvain bounce gently, dislodging himself partially from the redhead's pin. (Midnight does not bother to free himself entirely. He's exactly where he wants to be.)
The other hand begins to pump the plug gently, slowly tugging it out, but giving Sylvain a taste of what Midnight would like once it's his turn. The look he sends up to Sylvain is direct, dark, and ravenous. As friendly as Midnight is, he does enjoy getting what he wants... ]
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The other hand begins to pump the plug gently, slowly tugging it out, but giving Sylvain a taste of what Midnight would like once it's his turn. The look he sends up to Sylvain is direct, dark, and ravenous. As friendly as Midnight is, he does enjoy getting what he wants... ]