[ He sees that discomfort. There’s a wave or protectiveness in him that might be even more inappropriate than having his cock down this man’s throat. There’s no pleasant story for how someone this capable has become so avoidant and so ashamed of his own value. That he’s letting Basch value him at all for the things he doesn’t show the world is something the professor doesn’t take lightly.

Even if he hates himself for how hard it makes him come. He has to steady himself against Sylvain’s shoulders, passing as he waits for the weak knees and dizziness to pass. He strokes Sylvain’s sweet damp hair back from his face while the other is still too full for words of protest. ]

Was that an appropriate reward for upholding your end our wager? I rather feel like I got the longer end of the stick.