[The look Emmet shoots up toward Sylvain reeks of a desire to say 'good', lips almost in a smile around his cock as he pulls back just a little and resumes the rhythmic bobbing of his head to better wet the entire length of it with his tongue. Sylvie's leg is welcomed around his shoulder, one hand coming up to brace it by the outer thigh, encouraging a good grip and keeping it there while he settles back down to wet, lewd sucks and swivels of his head as he lavishes Sylvain's cock with his full and undivided attention.
Thirty minutes will be enough but it won't be enough, and come the sounding of that alarm he's not entirely sure he'll be able to pull away. Even just temporarily, the thought of separating from Sylvie for even a day's time feels like an unbearable torture. He has him now, literally in his grasp, and to relent that feels impossible. So he funnels that latent anxiety into what he's doing, hollowing his cheeks and fondling Sylvie's cock by the base whenever he pulls back, fingers toying over his balls and his breath coming in short, quick exhales through flared nostrils as he refuses to pull back any farther than necessary. Not until he feels him writhe under him will he take any pause.]
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Thirty minutes will be enough but it won't be enough, and come the sounding of that alarm he's not entirely sure he'll be able to pull away. Even just temporarily, the thought of separating from Sylvie for even a day's time feels like an unbearable torture. He has him now, literally in his grasp, and to relent that feels impossible. So he funnels that latent anxiety into what he's doing, hollowing his cheeks and fondling Sylvie's cock by the base whenever he pulls back, fingers toying over his balls and his breath coming in short, quick exhales through flared nostrils as he refuses to pull back any farther than necessary. Not until he feels him writhe under him will he take any pause.]