[Syrlya likes the way Trahearne's gaze drags over him. It makes him eager, but he manages to control himself and allow Trahearne to manipulate his hips. He can just barely lift his head to watch Trahearne slick himself and just the sight of it causes a tightness in Syrlya's stomach he can't describe.
He sucks in a sharp breath and lets his head fall back as he feels Trahearne's tip press against him. And then it pushes in and Syrlya swells, his gasp rolling into a moan as Trahearne comes in further, and further, and Syrlya caves easily to the desire from him. It turns out, it feels good to be wanted.
And again, he's torn between chasing the high and wanting to draw the moment out. As Trahearne's hips connect with Syrlya's his limbs find strength again. His legs stretch to hook around Trahearne's, and his hands wander up his sides before looping around his back and shoulders. His grip tightens, bit by bit, in an effort to trap Trahearne flush to his body and so deep inside him.]
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He sucks in a sharp breath and lets his head fall back as he feels Trahearne's tip press against him. And then it pushes in and Syrlya swells, his gasp rolling into a moan as Trahearne comes in further, and further, and Syrlya caves easily to the desire from him. It turns out, it feels good to be wanted.
And again, he's torn between chasing the high and wanting to draw the moment out. As Trahearne's hips connect with Syrlya's his limbs find strength again. His legs stretch to hook around Trahearne's, and his hands wander up his sides before looping around his back and shoulders. His grip tightens, bit by bit, in an effort to trap Trahearne flush to his body and so deep inside him.]