“Pretty sure that’s meant to be my line, actually.”

Sylvain just shoots him a cheeky grin as he laughs. He shifts off from straddling Jesper just long enough that he can wriggle out of his own pants, dropping them over the side of the bed before shifting up to where the other man had indicated a moment before. Although he playfully trails his fingers up the underside of Jesper’s cock once more before he settles into place, smirking down at him with a dark glint in his gaze.

“I’m the one doing the riding here, after all.”