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crescentview2023-02-01 03:47 pm
chronosynthesis) wrote in crescentview2023-02-01 03:47 pm
FALL CATCH-ALL
WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below
((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below
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He whimpers, shifting up in an effort to maintain contact. He doesn't respond verbally, but Trahearne will feel a rush of affection in response to his words. He's just twisted up inside from being brought close to the edge and denied, and the impatience stings.]
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His legs shift, and there's a brief pause before he suddenly pulls himself and Syrlya up into a sitting position. He holds the smaller sylvari to him as he turns and adjusts, draping his legs off the side of the bed and planting his feet to the floor.
His hands run up Syrlya's side, pushing his robe up to his waist, gently pulling him up off his lap; one hand lets go so that Trahearne can angle his stamen towards Syrlya's rectum.
His eyes remain fixed on Syrlya's face, though, and there's a soft, hazy smile across his expression. ]
I need you to sit on me.