[ That gets the rumble of a deep, almost involuntary moan, as Sylvain’s eyelids flutter shut for the first time. His hands, on his Professor’s hips, tighten their grip before loosening again.
He pulls off enough to swirl his tongue around the tip once more before smirking up at Basch, a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he stares up to dare the man. ]
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Date: 2025-02-02 08:36 pm (UTC)He pulls off enough to swirl his tongue around the tip once more before smirking up at Basch, a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he stares up to dare the man. ]
No one’s stopping you.