[ Basch shudders as that thigh presses up between his legs, his moan hardly tempered, even as he knows others will hear. Maybe because of it. There's some level of guilt still gripping him, until the undeniable press of an equally eager arousal digs into his hip.
Ah, well, that changes things. He sighs out relief and deep, longing want, even as Sylvain's breath reaches his ear. It's -- so much to try to hold at once, too many feelings, too much that he wants and should not want so openly.
It's so much easier, though, to be presented clearly with options that the other likes. He licks his lip, swallowing as he nods. ]
Ask me again after.
[ Easier, than being too eager. And should whatever this is subside with the leash, it is an out for him. But -- much as he wants to deny it, he knows the leash has not brought this on. Greased the wheels, loosed his tongue, given him a push of boldness, but this is rooted in him, and now that someone clearly wants him, that shame turns to pure desirous heat. Especially because Sylvain has done this before and wants him for it now.
Still pinned, he bites the inside of his cheek -- gods forgive him -- and lets himself grind back against Sylvain's leg, hip catching that rigid heat. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
for Sylvain
Date: 2023-12-23 04:23 am (UTC)[ Basch shudders as that thigh presses up between his legs, his moan hardly tempered, even as he knows others will hear. Maybe because of it. There's some level of guilt still gripping him, until the undeniable press of an equally eager arousal digs into his hip.
Ah, well, that changes things. He sighs out relief and deep, longing want, even as Sylvain's breath reaches his ear. It's -- so much to try to hold at once, too many feelings, too much that he wants and should not want so openly.
It's so much easier, though, to be presented clearly with options that the other likes. He licks his lip, swallowing as he nods. ]
Ask me again after.
[ Easier, than being too eager. And should whatever this is subside with the leash, it is an out for him. But -- much as he wants to deny it, he knows the leash has not brought this on. Greased the wheels, loosed his tongue, given him a push of boldness, but this is rooted in him, and now that someone clearly wants him, that shame turns to pure desirous heat. Especially because Sylvain has done this before and wants him for it now.
Still pinned, he bites the inside of his cheek -- gods forgive him -- and lets himself grind back against Sylvain's leg, hip catching that rigid heat. ]