Jesper cracks up at the double entendre, he loves them, although his laughter is mixed in with a moan when Sylvain's tongue touches his nipple. He arches up automatically into the touch and curls his fingers into red hair. His other hand keeps rubbing at him, feeling him harden as he's doing the same.

"And how about your tongue, love? How well honed is that?"

The suggestion is blatant in that suggestion but with Sylvain licking at his skin, of course that's where his mind is going. He bucks his hips up into Sylvain's body where he's still straddling him.