[he's still not used to being called out, not by anyone but Sylvain and Eiden really. that doesn't make it any less pleasant though, and he exhales a little hum at the claim.]
I'm not being—hey—
[excuse you, Sylvain, he was holding onto Basch!! it stretches him nicely over the other though, his head lifting a little as his gaze drifts between them. the pace is better, a little at a time...
his protests are further delayed as the redhead bites down on his neck, pulling a sharp cry out of him instead. this is not actually a fact about himself he knows, as Basch had suspected at another juncture—and now that it's been said he has to take a second to wonder if that actually is why.
he's definitely egged people on, but—]
I want to hold— [his fingers flex beside Basch's head, wrists shifting in Sylvain's grip. it's agony, being held back when he wants to touch—which makes it delicious, of course.] don't.... don't stop... I'll be too empty. I can't help... being greedy...
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I'm not being—hey—
[excuse you, Sylvain, he was holding onto Basch!! it stretches him nicely over the other though, his head lifting a little as his gaze drifts between them. the pace is better, a little at a time...
his protests are further delayed as the redhead bites down on his neck, pulling a sharp cry out of him instead. this is not actually a fact about himself he knows, as Basch had suspected at another juncture—and now that it's been said he has to take a second to wonder if that actually is why.
he's definitely egged people on, but—]
I want to hold— [his fingers flex beside Basch's head, wrists shifting in Sylvain's grip. it's agony, being held back when he wants to touch—which makes it delicious, of course.] don't.... don't stop... I'll be too empty. I can't help... being greedy...