[ Basch chuckles lowly, stroking his fingers through the stubborn red head's hair, murmuring quiet affirmations, as pleasant thoughts of all the ways he's going to spoil and break and pamper his pet fill his sated mind.
The system, it seems, is satisfied with that. It's a little clearer than coming out of the fantasies on the beach, and soon enough he's blinking in one of the hotel's private VR rooms, pulling off a headset and instinctively search for Sylvain.
Even though they're close enough to touch. Basch's hand immediately goes to his thigh, his healing tattoo peaking up from the curve of his forearm, reminding him yet again they both agreed to this. Today, exploring, the future here. ]
How are you feeling, love?
[ It's soft, but there's a twinge of anxiety to it. ]
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The system, it seems, is satisfied with that. It's a little clearer than coming out of the fantasies on the beach, and soon enough he's blinking in one of the hotel's private VR rooms, pulling off a headset and instinctively search for Sylvain.
Even though they're close enough to touch. Basch's hand immediately goes to his thigh, his healing tattoo peaking up from the curve of his forearm, reminding him yet again they both agreed to this. Today, exploring, the future here. ]
How are you feeling, love?
[ It's soft, but there's a twinge of anxiety to it. ]