[ No more prompting is needed; even if Midnight felt like teasing Sylvain any longer, his own body is straining for him, his still muffled moans growing sharper and more desperate even through the leather bit between his teeth. He finally draws the plug out, throws the tail smoothly to the side, and uses his hands to guide Sylvain's hips to his cock, letting him sink smoothly down, loose and easy.
Midnight lets a breath out through his nose, his head tilting back as his eyes squeeze closed. It's so, so good, warm and still tight around him. His hips begin to thrust upward, hands still gripped hard, thumbs digging where Sylvain's thighs meet, at the joint. His nails dig in, eventually, leaving scratches down those fair thighs. He has no mouth to work with, nothing but his hands and his cock, forcing him to redirect all that energy, all that desperate lust, into fucking deep and hard, merciless and hungry, barely noticing the way Sylvain bounces on his lap as Midnight takes his pleasure from him. ]
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Midnight lets a breath out through his nose, his head tilting back as his eyes squeeze closed. It's so, so good, warm and still tight around him. His hips begin to thrust upward, hands still gripped hard, thumbs digging where Sylvain's thighs meet, at the joint. His nails dig in, eventually, leaving scratches down those fair thighs. He has no mouth to work with, nothing but his hands and his cock, forcing him to redirect all that energy, all that desperate lust, into fucking deep and hard, merciless and hungry, barely noticing the way Sylvain bounces on his lap as Midnight takes his pleasure from him. ]