[ Basch sighs, breath ragged and pleased. ] Good boy. I knew what you wanted. [ His pace stays slow but relentless, covering Sylvain in touch, chasing the way the other pleads for more. ]

I'm going to take such good care of you, tonight and every night you can handle me.

[ Still teasing his own length on the underside of Sylvain's squirming heat, he leans languidly to one side to untether a hand, then the other. His ankles are still bound, but there's a little more choice now -- all fours, or to cling behind him to Basch.

And with that done, he adjusts his angle pressing his head to Sylvain's entrance. Not hard -- he hasn't lubricated them. But he thinks he can wring a little more out of the other first. ]