[ Ah, that's a good look. Trahearne would smile, but his mouth is busy.
His head bobs quicker, letting his tongue drag and roll haphazardly around Syrlya's stem. Saliva drips, but he doesn't care. He takes him in as far as he can, hums, pleased, before pulling back again.
Syrlya's need ignites Trahearne's own, and every shift and gasp he can hear from him makes it very difficult to ignore the arousal that spreads through him. When he feels syrup beginning to leak from himself, he lathers what he can over his fingers. He lets himself go, and without much warning or any other sort of sign, he gently presses two fingers into Syrlya. ]
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His head bobs quicker, letting his tongue drag and roll haphazardly around Syrlya's stem. Saliva drips, but he doesn't care. He takes him in as far as he can, hums, pleased, before pulling back again.
Syrlya's need ignites Trahearne's own, and every shift and gasp he can hear from him makes it very difficult to ignore the arousal that spreads through him. When he feels syrup beginning to leak from himself, he lathers what he can over his fingers. He lets himself go, and without much warning or any other sort of sign, he gently presses two fingers into Syrlya. ]