[ That look on Basch's face makes all of this worth it in itself, and he wishes Olivine could see this. Although that would alter some of the dynamics here, because he knows part of what's thrilling Basch right now is that he's unaware of who's behind him, who is using him at Sylvain's bidding, but how much he still wants it anyway.

He just hopes Olivine will be able to enjoy himself just as much - the priest looks a little distracted by the sensations, which again strikes Sylvain as strange, considering how their interactions go. He'd missed a step here, he thinks, but he doesn't know what step it was. Something he was going to have to investigate after this.

But right now, he keeps the pace moving, smirking fondly down into Basch's upturned face, dark eyes drinking in the sight of his flushed skin and lust-dazed gaze. The way his parted lips are already ready, greedy for what he knows what Sylvain will gives him. Body reaching, fingers straining to touch, even if the stocks keep him fully pinned in place. It means Sylvain can completely control the amount he gives the blond and he does it in deliberately slow increments. Shifting close enough that Basch can only wrap his lips around the tip of him, and even then, keeping it a pull against his restraints. Knowing it will have him tightening even further around Olivine as his body strains. ]

I intend to, pet. But you're going to be good and tight around our friend, aren't you? You're going to make him come before I give you what you want. I told him he couldn't talk, but I want you to make him moan.

[ There's wicked mischief in his eyes as he holds Olivine's gaze over Basch's back, playful smile curving on his lips. He reaches out with the hand that isn't still wrapped around his cock, playfully tugging on one of those chains dangling from the priest's pierced nipples, knowing how sensitive he always is. ]