[ Basch wouldn’t want this if Sylvain was passive. That was so much of the attraction, that Sylvain wanted this, that he played Basch like a violin to get the notes he wanted. That somehow whatever he was, it made Sylvain as crazy as it made Basch.
It becomes a dance between them now. Basch may be leading but it takes them both. He moans as he gets lost in that wet heat, that clever mouth, giving in to look at that debauched look of need. ]
You weren’t supposed to be this beautiful [ he breathes. ] And sharp and clever.
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It becomes a dance between them now. Basch may be leading but it takes them both. He moans as he gets lost in that wet heat, that clever mouth, giving in to look at that debauched look of need. ]
You weren’t supposed to be this beautiful [ he breathes. ] And sharp and clever.