[ Basch's eyes widen at Sylvain's instruction, even as his fans the heat coiling in him. It may not be Sylvain's hand teasing him, but it's still Sylvain, and the anticipation of what the other is cooking in that mind of his is enough to have Basch on the edge of a wanting moan.
And that's before his unknown assailant very deftly begins to massage his opening. The moan caught in his throat turns to a whimper, knees buckling momentarily as his hips briefly jut. The whole motion pulls his head back, only to have Sylvain's grip sting lightly against his scalp. He struggles to adjust himself and try and keep still. ]
Have you been fantasizing about this? [ he rasps, gaze dragging down Sylvain's face. He's not sure if it's hotter -- or more terrifying -- if this was calculated or entirely spontaneous. ]
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And that's before his unknown assailant very deftly begins to massage his opening. The moan caught in his throat turns to a whimper, knees buckling momentarily as his hips briefly jut. The whole motion pulls his head back, only to have Sylvain's grip sting lightly against his scalp. He struggles to adjust himself and try and keep still. ]
Have you been fantasizing about this? [ he rasps, gaze dragging down Sylvain's face. He's not sure if it's hotter -- or more terrifying -- if this was calculated or entirely spontaneous. ]