[He very decisively does not. Sylvain's lips pull into a little smile in response to Caspar's whine. Even cuter than expected!
Sylvain had some small worries that he might go too fast, but Caspar seems to be as doggedly enthusiastic about this as with anything else, if the hands groping Sylvain's butt are any indication. He laughs more, kissing away from Caspar's mouth across his jaw and down his neck.
He removes himself from Caspar with some regret, but only long enough to peel his own undershirt off, and the tug at the hem of the other's.]
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Sylvain had some small worries that he might go too fast, but Caspar seems to be as doggedly enthusiastic about this as with anything else, if the hands groping Sylvain's butt are any indication. He laughs more, kissing away from Caspar's mouth across his jaw and down his neck.
He removes himself from Caspar with some regret, but only long enough to peel his own undershirt off, and the tug at the hem of the other's.]
May I?