[there's a brief touch of something like terror as Basch guides the ropes to his ankles, pushing him down onto his chest while holding him open. it's embarrassing, something he shouldn't want, shouldn't like, shouldn't—
claws rake down his back and drag away all of that uncertainty, the learned shame. God, it feels so good... pale skin reddens easily and the sting has him squirming impatiently, alongside the thrust of the blond's hips against his hole.]
Nnghaaugh— [his toes curl as he pulls against those ropes, creaking roughly against delicate skin while the bite otherwise keeps him in place, shuddering.] God, I missed you... hurry...
[never mind that they were separated for like, maybe three hours. there's also truth in that he'd missed this roughness, the kind that has only shown itself when Basch is transformed or transforming.]
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Date: 2024-11-25 09:23 am (UTC)claws rake down his back and drag away all of that uncertainty, the learned shame. God, it feels so good... pale skin reddens easily and the sting has him squirming impatiently, alongside the thrust of the blond's hips against his hole.]
Nnghaaugh— [his toes curl as he pulls against those ropes, creaking roughly against delicate skin while the bite otherwise keeps him in place, shuddering.] God, I missed you... hurry...
[never mind that they were separated for like, maybe three hours. there's also truth in that he'd missed this roughness, the kind that has only shown itself when Basch is transformed or transforming.]