[ Dark amber eyes, hazy with hunger, flick up to meet and hold Basch’s for the briefest of moments before Sylvain is pressing closer, trying to take him deeper. His jaw stays relaxed, intent on taking as much of Basch’s length as he can manage. Urging him on, to take what he wants, to sink as deep as he’s craving. To use the eager mouth wrapped around him, hungry for more. ]
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