[the combination of them both is so much to bear, and his tongue meets Basch's with urgency and desperation. Sylvain's pace pounds into him and only highlights how close they are as teeth tug at his ear, hands still holding his arms in place.
he feels dizzy and light, breaths too thin for pure comfort. it makes them short and just this side of wheezy as their tongues mingle, brows furrowing with the last dregs of his concentration being fucked out of him.
the sound he makes when Sylvain's pace stutters and slams deep into him, filling him with familiar, addicting heat, is muffled against the blond, his back arching sharply. there's no way to respond under his circumstances, but he can't hold back any longer either. the heat, the weight of them both trapping him in, the sheer greed and want displayed in such an open place... his body squeezes down tight as heat spills over Basch's thigh, muscles rigid and trembling before he collapses between them, tongue and lips slowing, but not quite stopping. ah... that feels so good.]
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Date: 2024-08-03 11:07 am (UTC)he feels dizzy and light, breaths too thin for pure comfort. it makes them short and just this side of wheezy as their tongues mingle, brows furrowing with the last dregs of his concentration being fucked out of him.
the sound he makes when Sylvain's pace stutters and slams deep into him, filling him with familiar, addicting heat, is muffled against the blond, his back arching sharply. there's no way to respond under his circumstances, but he can't hold back any longer either. the heat, the weight of them both trapping him in, the sheer greed and want displayed in such an open place... his body squeezes down tight as heat spills over Basch's thigh, muscles rigid and trembling before he collapses between them, tongue and lips slowing, but not quite stopping. ah... that feels so good.]