[It's not hard to tell just what he likes, when Sylvain is so conveniently forthcoming about it; Seteth himself is rather more reserved, sounds strained and subdued when he can't choke them back entirely, shuddering under the touch of fingers far too clever to allow him to stay still. The rest of that restless energy pours straight into obliging Sylvain as he takes note of what works. There's little enough hesitation, once he realizes the trend; soft brushes of lips turn to harsh, sucking kisses and sharp bites soothed by sweeps of his tongue, all meant to leave clearly visible marks. He has enough presence of mind to tug Sylvain's collar down with his free hand, but only barely--most of them, at least, should be able to stay hidden.]
Good. Show me.
[His free hand comes down to curve over Sylvain's ass, helping to pull them flush together. Demanding though he is, he doesn't last much longer himself; Seteth spills hot over both their hands, muffling a cry against a broad shoulder. No need to try and delay it, when they're only doing this to satisfy the doctor's expectations, is there? Once Sylvain is in his right mind again, he can apologize, and they can talk through this as they need to.]
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Good. Show me.
[His free hand comes down to curve over Sylvain's ass, helping to pull them flush together. Demanding though he is, he doesn't last much longer himself; Seteth spills hot over both their hands, muffling a cry against a broad shoulder. No need to try and delay it, when they're only doing this to satisfy the doctor's expectations, is there? Once Sylvain is in his right mind again, he can apologize, and they can talk through this as they need to.]