[ He bites back his next instinctive retort, because the angry words are getting him nowhere here. In fact, they just seem to encourage the other man more. Which is the last thing he needs.
Not that Basch is really waiting for that anyway.
And then those hands move lower down his back, digging into tense muscles and his body jolts at the sensation, a strangled sound that's almost a moan escaping him before he can stifle it. Although he flushes deeply a second later, in mortification and anger (and definitely not in growing arousal) that the man had won even that much from him.
And that's when he feels the press of an erection against the back of his shoulder and he chokes on his next inhale, eyes going wide in alarm because oh fuck, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?
....Besides what his body very much wants to do. Yea, he's getting those images loud and clear. No, that's not at all an acceptable option here. ]
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Not that Basch is really waiting for that anyway.
And then those hands move lower down his back, digging into tense muscles and his body jolts at the sensation, a strangled sound that's almost a moan escaping him before he can stifle it. Although he flushes deeply a second later, in mortification and anger (and definitely not in growing arousal) that the man had won even that much from him.
And that's when he feels the press of an erection against the back of his shoulder and he chokes on his next inhale, eyes going wide in alarm because oh fuck, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?
....Besides what his body very much wants to do. Yea, he's getting those images loud and clear. No, that's not at all an acceptable option here. ]