[ Basch isn't sure which one of them Sylvain is talking to either, and feels a delicious bite of embarrassment as his cock responds to he praise even as his mind worries it wasn't for him, like waving back to someone who wasn't waving to you. Just. More embarrassing.
But then there's a swell of warmth behind him, and a startled, erotic sound that he can almost place the owner of...until there's a cock at his entrance, one that is decidedly not Sylvain, and he lets out his own whimpering moan, as much because he's into it as because oh, gods, he's into it. And Sylvain and everyone else can see that so clearly.
But his back arches of its own volition, ass angling to make this easier. Gods, he wants this, curiosity and shame and a streak of defiant exhibitionism all driving him onward.
And that this is what Sylvain wants to do with him. ]
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But then there's a swell of warmth behind him, and a startled, erotic sound that he can almost place the owner of...until there's a cock at his entrance, one that is decidedly not Sylvain, and he lets out his own whimpering moan, as much because he's into it as because oh, gods, he's into it. And Sylvain and everyone else can see that so clearly.
But his back arches of its own volition, ass angling to make this easier. Gods, he wants this, curiosity and shame and a streak of defiant exhibitionism all driving him onward.
And that this is what Sylvain wants to do with him. ]