[ He almost protests. But Sylvain's taking care to keep him safe, like he always does, and anticipating what he might need. It's no different if Basch can't see him. He knows he won't abandon him, and he knows Sylvain will intervene if Basch starts to shut down.
But Sylvain moving out of his view means he's suddenly confronted with just how many folks are openly watching them. Judgement or laughter would be easier, he thinks. The hunger is stranger, heavier somehow.
His ears are straining now, and he catches Sylvain's order, and the muffled sound from the other person. Someone Sylvain knows then? Or was he bold enough to pull a stranger into this?
Basch doesn't have time to think, or to worry, because in another moment, there's a third finger entering. It doesn't matter if its clumsier, because the owner knows where to direct it. Basch's eyes clamp shut, toes curling against the ground and back arching up as he lets out a breathless whine. He clenches around those fingers, hips rocking on their own, even as he forces himself to draw in breath.
It occurs to him in a slight panic that the rules were serving the pleasure of the other. If this person wanted, they could bring him to orgasm again and again until he wept and couldn't stand, and Basch could do nothing about it. He doesn't think Sylvain would let them, not past Basch having fun -- and some part of that scenario is thrilling -- but he can't help the thread of tension that goes through him, a lifetime of real humiliation and a few years of imprisonment deep in his memory.
Even as he moans again, body seeking that pleasure even as it worries. ]
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Date: 2024-06-20 01:37 am (UTC)But Sylvain moving out of his view means he's suddenly confronted with just how many folks are openly watching them. Judgement or laughter would be easier, he thinks. The hunger is stranger, heavier somehow.
His ears are straining now, and he catches Sylvain's order, and the muffled sound from the other person. Someone Sylvain knows then? Or was he bold enough to pull a stranger into this?
Basch doesn't have time to think, or to worry, because in another moment, there's a third finger entering. It doesn't matter if its clumsier, because the owner knows where to direct it. Basch's eyes clamp shut, toes curling against the ground and back arching up as he lets out a breathless whine. He clenches around those fingers, hips rocking on their own, even as he forces himself to draw in breath.
It occurs to him in a slight panic that the rules were serving the pleasure of the other. If this person wanted, they could bring him to orgasm again and again until he wept and couldn't stand, and Basch could do nothing about it. He doesn't think Sylvain would let them, not past Basch having fun -- and some part of that scenario is thrilling -- but he can't help the thread of tension that goes through him, a lifetime of real humiliation and a few years of imprisonment deep in his memory.
Even as he moans again, body seeking that pleasure even as it worries. ]