[The feeling of Seteth come slick in his palm would have done him in on its own but that little muffled cry, the way Seteth tries to muffle it against his skin is all way better than it has any right being. He rocks his hips forward against him a few more times, totally unnecessary with Seteth's hand around his cock but instinctively it feels right. Pushing Seteth down against the bed and pinning him there with a firm hand to his shoulder, the muscles in his thighs were just starting to burn when he spills into Seteth's palm with a groan, fingers curling into his shirt as he does.
His rough panting as he tries to catch his breath only seems to bring attention to just how quiet the room is. And he's still for a moment, not quite ready to meet Seteth's gaze or even open his eyes.
As he comes down, it's obvious Sylvain really has no idea what to do or say but he also hasn't moved, still straddling Seteth with his shirt undone and half pushed off save for a button or two, Seteth's hair mussed.
He also feels acutely aware that this is exactly what they'd been expected to do and there's something familiar and upsetting about that. So, of course, he smiles when he finally meets Seteth's eyes.] Guess we should clean ourselves up.
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His rough panting as he tries to catch his breath only seems to bring attention to just how quiet the room is. And he's still for a moment, not quite ready to meet Seteth's gaze or even open his eyes.
As he comes down, it's obvious Sylvain really has no idea what to do or say but he also hasn't moved, still straddling Seteth with his shirt undone and half pushed off save for a button or two, Seteth's hair mussed.
He also feels acutely aware that this is exactly what they'd been expected to do and there's something familiar and upsetting about that. So, of course, he smiles when he finally meets Seteth's eyes.] Guess we should clean ourselves up.