[ It's a tight enough squeeze that the pull of Sylvain's body punches a muffled gasp from him, then another as his bit loosens, then slips from his teeth, replaced with soft lips, a warm tongue. Midnight's eyes close and he whines, meeting Sylvain's hungry with a starvation of his own. He kisses Sylvain like he's tasting liquor, like ambrosia, like heaven, shuddering from how sweet and pliant Sylvain is against his lips. He catches Sylvain's lip as they part, unwilling to let their faces part, then dives up for his face, tossing his arms around Sylvain's neck, turning his head into the kiss and deepening it in earnest, licking into his mouth, sucking at the tip of his tongue.
If anything, the thrusting becomes even more ravenous: it's perhaps uncoordinated and a bit clumsy in Midnight's need to keep moving, to keep pushing deeper and deeper inside, but he pauses to grab Sylvain by the waist, repositioning him and steadying him, putting him exactly where he can snap up inside Sylvain, cock throbbing and mind swimming as he feels himself come to a peak. He makes a hurt sound, shudders, continues sinking deeper and deeper into Sylvain until he's fully seated, skin slapping sharply against skin. He's almost there... ]
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If anything, the thrusting becomes even more ravenous: it's perhaps uncoordinated and a bit clumsy in Midnight's need to keep moving, to keep pushing deeper and deeper inside, but he pauses to grab Sylvain by the waist, repositioning him and steadying him, putting him exactly where he can snap up inside Sylvain, cock throbbing and mind swimming as he feels himself come to a peak. He makes a hurt sound, shudders, continues sinking deeper and deeper into Sylvain until he's fully seated, skin slapping sharply against skin. He's almost there... ]