[Sylvain groans as he's tugged into the kiss, surprised by the hint of raw desire that edges into the way Seteth's fingers curly just a little too tightly into his hair, tug a little too adamantly. It makes his heart skip and then race excitedly to catch up. The kiss slips into something hungry as well, reservations far since forgotten when it came to crashing their lips together it seems. It's almost messy and definitely bruising, teeth hitting lips, his tongue slipping into Seteth's mouth.
His own hand finds its way into Seteth's hair and, the second his fingertips start to card through it, he knows he wants to see Seteth undone, hair messy, lips swollen, panting, breathless. He wants to see him slip and let go and he has no idea how close he actually is to that.
He rolls his hips forward at, unfortunately, the wrong time, bumping into Seteth's hand. Half breaking the kiss to glance down, a flush colors his cheeks as he sees Seteth hard. For him. There's something surreal but incredibly hot about that and the doesn't hesitate to reach down between them as well. He pants softly against Seteth's skin as his fingers trace up along his length before wrapping his hand around him, stroking with slow, deliberate movements as he rocks his hips to grind into Seteth's hand, breaths turning sharper and shorter. The praise, Seteth's voice rough and breathless himself, elicits another low groan despite trying and failing to muffle it by biting his lip.]
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His own hand finds its way into Seteth's hair and, the second his fingertips start to card through it, he knows he wants to see Seteth undone, hair messy, lips swollen, panting, breathless. He wants to see him slip and let go and he has no idea how close he actually is to that.
He rolls his hips forward at, unfortunately, the wrong time, bumping into Seteth's hand. Half breaking the kiss to glance down, a flush colors his cheeks as he sees Seteth hard. For him. There's something surreal but incredibly hot about that and the doesn't hesitate to reach down between them as well. He pants softly against Seteth's skin as his fingers trace up along his length before wrapping his hand around him, stroking with slow, deliberate movements as he rocks his hips to grind into Seteth's hand, breaths turning sharper and shorter. The praise, Seteth's voice rough and breathless himself, elicits another low groan despite trying and failing to muffle it by biting his lip.]