[ He cries out as those teeth sink into the flesh at the curve of his throat, the man behind him leaving visible proof of his ownership on his skin. He almost topples forward, were it not for the man's roving hands on his body, keeping him upright, even as he crouches down behind him. Presses a knee between his spread legs in a way that makes him ache - to be filled, he knows, even though that awareness feels distant, as if he shouldn't know that in the moment.
Basch isn't wrong - it doesn't even occur to him to flinch away right now. Not when his body is yearning, craving, so strongly that he can think of nothing else. If anything, he leans into those touches with a strained whimper, body chasing the slide of those hands as they move lower, cock fully hard now as his body strains for more of that touch. ]
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Date: 2024-08-02 12:59 am (UTC)Basch isn't wrong - it doesn't even occur to him to flinch away right now. Not when his body is yearning, craving, so strongly that he can think of nothing else. If anything, he leans into those touches with a strained whimper, body chasing the slide of those hands as they move lower, cock fully hard now as his body strains for more of that touch. ]