[There's still the temptation to remind Basch that his tastes are anything that has them together—but the combination of everything stays the words on his tongue. A familiar dizziness finds him, skin hot where his suit mark lays. It's only made worse by the hypothetical, the memory of that night at the Gilded Cage stirring every bit of him.]
There—I think there are. Let me look... [He's rummaging through the box of toys thusly, thighs pressed together like it will help in the slightest as the blond makes his suggestions. A soft noise escapes him as heat claws at his senses, fully aware that he's going to want so much more than a toy can really give. Eventually, he finds something suitable enough for him, textured and thick and accompanied by a small remote. Even more conveniently, there's a little slot he can push the remote through to hand it over.]
We... I can press the button on my side before we start... I already want to touch you. And then... then you can decide when it's been long enough and press yours. I'll accept whatever you decide for the outcome. [It's such a strange flux of desire, even for someone already as insatiable as he can be. Fingers graze that button again, and this time he does depress it, barely paying attention to the way it lights up or makes noise.] mmn. Should I describe it, or what I do with it...? You can give me orders how to use it, too...
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Date: 2025-02-28 09:12 pm (UTC)There—I think there are. Let me look... [He's rummaging through the box of toys thusly, thighs pressed together like it will help in the slightest as the blond makes his suggestions. A soft noise escapes him as heat claws at his senses, fully aware that he's going to want so much more than a toy can really give. Eventually, he finds something suitable enough for him, textured and thick and accompanied by a small remote. Even more conveniently, there's a little slot he can push the remote through to hand it over.]
We... I can press the button on my side before we start... I already want to touch you. And then... then you can decide when it's been long enough and press yours. I'll accept whatever you decide for the outcome. [It's such a strange flux of desire, even for someone already as insatiable as he can be. Fingers graze that button again, and this time he does depress it, barely paying attention to the way it lights up or makes noise.] mmn. Should I describe it, or what I do with it...? You can give me orders how to use it, too...