[It's...beautiful. That doesn't begin to describe what he witnesses but it's as close as he'll get. Beautiful. Sylvain is beautiful as everything snaps and he spills all over his hand and the sheets. Something he'll ask about later so he can make sure they're properly laundered.
Sliding his fingers free, he presses another kiss to his temple, helping to ground him. Or trying to at the very least. Does this even work? He can't be sure but what he can do is try.]
Are you alright?
[It's important to him to check on him before they even think of continuing.]
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Sliding his fingers free, he presses another kiss to his temple, helping to ground him. Or trying to at the very least. Does this even work? He can't be sure but what he can do is try.]
Are you alright?
[It's important to him to check on him before they even think of continuing.]