[ Sylvain's voice has taken on a slightly husky quality as he gives a slow smile and lets his own amber gaze drink in Jesper's face. The expressions that play out so plainly. The sinuous way he moves against him. The knowing way he touches him - the way they touch each other, because his movements and pace are easy to match, reflecting them stroke for stroke.
Jesper will see when his eyes start to darken, when lips part as his breathing roughens, turns a hint more ragged as Jesper's touch sends pleasure curling through him. It's slow and lazy, sensual and languorous, and it's perfect, just what they needed. ]
Actually, I'm pretty sure there's very little I wouldn't let you do, to be honest. Which is probably a very dangerous thing to confess to you, but...
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[ Sylvain's voice has taken on a slightly husky quality as he gives a slow smile and lets his own amber gaze drink in Jesper's face. The expressions that play out so plainly. The sinuous way he moves against him. The knowing way he touches him - the way they touch each other, because his movements and pace are easy to match, reflecting them stroke for stroke.
Jesper will see when his eyes start to darken, when lips part as his breathing roughens, turns a hint more ragged as Jesper's touch sends pleasure curling through him. It's slow and lazy, sensual and languorous, and it's perfect, just what they needed. ]
Actually, I'm pretty sure there's very little I wouldn't let you do, to be honest. Which is probably a very dangerous thing to confess to you, but...