[ But the joke strikes Sylvain slightly differently. His fingers falter against Basch's cheek for a moment before he leans in and steals a fierce kiss, fervent and pointed now.
It was something he'd been lectured on far too many times in his life, the carelessness with which he'd treated countless hearts, discarding when they held no real interest for him. His whole reputation had been built around it.
He didn't want Basch to think, not even for a moment, that this was that. ]
No, Basch. There is nothing you could do that would cause that. Not when I'm just as eager for you.
[ A dangerous admission for him. One that skated perilously close to words he'd never uttered in truth. Never meant them. And more, they hinted at the endurance of what he was coming to feel for the other man.
Which, frankly, still scared the shit out of him. Which was why he'd been avoiding looking at it too closely in the first place. ]
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It was something he'd been lectured on far too many times in his life, the carelessness with which he'd treated countless hearts, discarding when they held no real interest for him. His whole reputation had been built around it.
He didn't want Basch to think, not even for a moment, that this was that. ]
No, Basch. There is nothing you could do that would cause that. Not when I'm just as eager for you.
[ A dangerous admission for him. One that skated perilously close to words he'd never uttered in truth. Never meant them. And more, they hinted at the endurance of what he was coming to feel for the other man.
Which, frankly, still scared the shit out of him. Which was why he'd been avoiding looking at it too closely in the first place. ]