[ Basch isn't as far gone, but he still enjoys the warm haze of aftershocks, lingering for a few minutes before pulling out with a sigh, and leaning down to release Sylvain's bindings. The man is a mess. They both are. He smoothes back the other's sweat-soaked hair. ]
Shall I clean you up, or just put you to bed?
[ He only half expects an answer, weighing his own options. More touch and pampering would be fun, but how much will the other hate him if anyone else sees him like this?
How much does he want anyone else to see him like this? The baths aren't a far walk down the hall, and yet...
He could always get a warm basin of water instead. ]
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Shall I clean you up, or just put you to bed?
[ He only half expects an answer, weighing his own options. More touch and pampering would be fun, but how much will the other hate him if anyone else sees him like this?
How much does he want anyone else to see him like this? The baths aren't a far walk down the hall, and yet...
He could always get a warm basin of water instead. ]