[ Oh, he is beautiful. Basch yearns to seem him give into pleasure entirely, open himself to this and beg for what Basch is so ready to give.

But he gave his word, and the game is to not give more until he's asked.

The hand in his prisoner's hair seems the right move though. ]

If you're good, I won't have to keep you bound. You could sit in my lap while I pamper you.

[ It's a teasing murmur, as much to test the other as to give any real offer. But his hands stay steady against Sylvain's scalp, his erection still a solid reminder against the other's shoulder. ]

But if you like this, by all means, you are particularly beautiful immobilized and wanting.