[ Basch isn't far behind, not with how insistently Sylvain has clenched against him this entire time, and certainly not with how beautifully he takes him. Basch's cry intermingles with the soul-piercing sound of Sylvain's pleasure, his grip tightening on the other as his back arches and he fills him, coming nearly in unison.
And then he slumps over the other, not quite letting his body go boneless, draping him with his weight and pressing kisses to any skin he can reach, fingers trailing on his sides as he chases the sensitivity still there. ]
You are magnificent, pet. And you relaxed so beautifully for me. It feels good, doesn't it, to give in?
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Date: 2024-08-05 04:40 am (UTC)And then he slumps over the other, not quite letting his body go boneless, draping him with his weight and pressing kisses to any skin he can reach, fingers trailing on his sides as he chases the sensitivity still there. ]
You are magnificent, pet. And you relaxed so beautifully for me. It feels good, doesn't it, to give in?