[ His eyes get even darker, gaze helplessly fixed on Sylvain. It's become a sort of ritual with them, to share what encounters they've revisited when apart. It still gives him a rush to know Sylvain thinks about him when they're apart, let alone performances he's already given. ]
I wasn't sure, before that. I don't think I'd want to try if it wasn't you.
[ There's a thrill, too, to knowing he has two audiences -- whoever happens to stop and watch (which is no small thing today), and the stranger at his back. Does it excite them? repulse them?
But then he's turning red to his navel, embarrassed and proud all at once as Sylvain draws the stranger's attention to Basch's reactions like he's showing off a prize, but also making sure Basch is taken care of. He doesn't have time to dwell on it, because he's moaning again, body shuddering as a second finger joins, actively loosening him. ]
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Date: 2024-06-19 04:03 am (UTC)I wasn't sure, before that. I don't think I'd want to try if it wasn't you.
[ There's a thrill, too, to knowing he has two audiences -- whoever happens to stop and watch (which is no small thing today), and the stranger at his back. Does it excite them? repulse them?
But then he's turning red to his navel, embarrassed and proud all at once as Sylvain draws the stranger's attention to Basch's reactions like he's showing off a prize, but also making sure Basch is taken care of. He doesn't have time to dwell on it, because he's moaning again, body shuddering as a second finger joins, actively loosening him. ]
Fuck.