[ He can squirm all he wants. Cale is just going to brush a thumb over the same area and apply some slight pressure on that hardening little nub. ]

You mean you like hearing about yourself. How conceited.

[ A peck to the lips is followed by a squeeze of Sylvain's chest. It still has just the right amount of give to it. ]

If I have discovered any, it's because you were the one to introduce me to those preferences.