( they had an hour between classes, when sylvain had first interrupted emmet trying to work on his next class. his mouth moves south, over his navel, and sylvain's--giving a soft laugh when lips trail over a ticklish area, switching his watch screen over to the timer to set it for thirty minutes. it's cutting it close, but sylvain doesn't really give a shit, especially when em's dragging his tongue over the length of his cock and it's twitching in response, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
because finding emmet is one of the few things he looks forward to in life. the routine of growing up with a family, moving out, finding new employment, finding ways to get across the country, it's all so repetitive. but nothing about emmet feels like he's having to repeat useless nonsense again ang again. even the first time they have contact like this: it always feels like magic. his eyes narrow, but stay focused on emmet's own while he takes his cock into his mouth. gives a soft, pleased moan before he's raising a leg up to try and hook it around emmet's shoulder. press his heel into his shoulder blade to give him a little more leverage. )
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because finding emmet is one of the few things he looks forward to in life. the routine of growing up with a family, moving out, finding new employment, finding ways to get across the country, it's all so repetitive. but nothing about emmet feels like he's having to repeat useless nonsense again ang again. even the first time they have contact like this: it always feels like magic. his eyes narrow, but stay focused on emmet's own while he takes his cock into his mouth. gives a soft, pleased moan before he's raising a leg up to try and hook it around emmet's shoulder. press his heel into his shoulder blade to give him a little more leverage. )
I'll never tire of that mouth of yours.