[really, he still feels clumsy. Sylvain says he's doing fine though, and Basch responds encouragingly besides—so he doesn't feel the need to slow down or stop by any means. (even if he's practically squirming with Sylvain still pressed behind him, working up more of his need.)
it's more embarrassing somehow, though. listening to the way the blond moans and feeling how he moves; how he himself would respond, honestly. maybe it's that it feels so... greedy, even though he's giving this for Basch too. for that fact alone he keeps going though, pressing past his instinctive preconceptions.
nails shift and drag, raising soft red welts on tan skin. those he marvels at too, so different from how they look on his own, as his pace picks up—sharper, harder, thighs aching with the unfamiliar movement.]
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Date: 2024-06-25 12:16 pm (UTC)[really, he still feels clumsy. Sylvain says he's doing fine though, and Basch responds encouragingly besides—so he doesn't feel the need to slow down or stop by any means. (even if he's practically squirming with Sylvain still pressed behind him, working up more of his need.)
it's more embarrassing somehow, though. listening to the way the blond moans and feeling how he moves; how he himself would respond, honestly. maybe it's that it feels so... greedy, even though he's giving this for Basch too. for that fact alone he keeps going though, pressing past his instinctive preconceptions.
nails shift and drag, raising soft red welts on tan skin. those he marvels at too, so different from how they look on his own, as his pace picks up—sharper, harder, thighs aching with the unfamiliar movement.]