[part of the game, but it also makes his heart flutter wonderfully. every time Basch steps out of that discomfort and leans into this, it's been all the more comfortable for them both. a funny thing, if he stops to think about it.

which, of course, he's currently not thinking about at all.]

Then I'll keep it in mind in the future, too.

[that soft breathiness creeps into his tone again, quiet shuffling the only indication that anything is happening on the other side of the partition. after all, it's a little hard to choose... teasing himself, there are so many options. in the end he decides on shuffling his pants down around his knees, breath catching as he slides into place.]

It's a little cold... the tip almost slid in on its own when I put it between my legs, so I had to push it downward a little and hold it in place to move. Mmnh... rubbing against it so it presses through my thighs, those little bumps feel like they're massaging me, both my hole and—nngh—and my sack. My legs are a little wobbly, so I have a hand braced on the arm of the seat behind me.

[it's almost torturous, and he already wants to rub himself harder over it, and more desperately still wants to let it slide between his cheeks and bury deep.]