[ Another breathless, strained curse as Sylvain fucks into the grip of those fingers, sliding against the satin heat of Midnight's cock, even as the man drives him mad playing with the toy buried within him. Something that is not nearly enough right now, not when that heat is building, need a throbbing pulse in his veins. He rocks, body torn with pressing back into the tease of the toy, or forward against the friction of Midnight's hand and cock.
Ever since they'd pulled him into these "racehorse stables" of theirs, he's been teased and not allowed to come nearly enough times. They'd been enjoying the shows, the royals and wildcards frequenting this part of the event and being a 7 hadn't been nearly high enough to get him out of the brunt of it.
So it's ridiculously easy for Midnight to work him up to where he's moaning needily for him, what little control he'd started with quickly unravelling. Especially when Midnight so clearly remembers what he likes so well.
He presses his face against the curve of Midnight's throat with a stifled whimper, body shuddering as the toy brushes over his prostate, making his cock jerk in the man's grip. ]
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Ever since they'd pulled him into these "racehorse stables" of theirs, he's been teased and not allowed to come nearly enough times. They'd been enjoying the shows, the royals and wildcards frequenting this part of the event and being a 7 hadn't been nearly high enough to get him out of the brunt of it.
So it's ridiculously easy for Midnight to work him up to where he's moaning needily for him, what little control he'd started with quickly unravelling. Especially when Midnight so clearly remembers what he likes so well.
He presses his face against the curve of Midnight's throat with a stifled whimper, body shuddering as the toy brushes over his prostate, making his cock jerk in the man's grip. ]
Fuck, please...!