Swift might have laughed at Seel's reactions, the soft and not-so-soft sounds he was making while Swift continued to tease him. He should probably stop that, but he was enjoying it too much, drawing those moans from him with each thrust. He loved that he could play Seel so well, pulling on strings and making him writhe underneath him. Seel was always the best for him. He would always believe that. Maybe hat was part of the problem--or entirely something that Thiede had pulled, but he didn't care. He'd have given anything for another moment like this with the har he loved.

He gave in to Seel's insistence, pushing harder and deeper, matching pace and hopefully giving him some of the relief he was looking for. A little sooner for it, anyway, now that he was done toying with him for now. He had to break away from Seel's lips to try to catch his breath, but when that didn't come either, he let out a soft cry of his own, moaning far more quietly than Seel but still loudly enough to be heard. He couldn't help it, really. Seel had a way of doing that to him.