[ Oh, he's pleased at that cursing, digging his hand deeper into the other man's ass in response. Bless Sylvain's expressive nature and easy praise; Basch is entirely at ease now, determined, even, to complete his task well.
The hold in his hair is perfect. He is open to being guided more forcibly, but this is his favorite. Wanted, but trusted. It's a position he can accept care in, too, warmed by Sylvain checking his limits, warmed by that praise. With his shame set aside, he basks in it, feeling worthy in a way he so rarely does.
He hums in response, working more of himself around Sylvain, pulling back and going forward again until he reaches discomfort. He bobs a few more times, to make sure, then brings his hand to make a ring around the man's girth. Here, maybe half or two-thirds down. No matter. His hand can cover the rest comfortably. ]
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The hold in his hair is perfect. He is open to being guided more forcibly, but this is his favorite. Wanted, but trusted. It's a position he can accept care in, too, warmed by Sylvain checking his limits, warmed by that praise. With his shame set aside, he basks in it, feeling worthy in a way he so rarely does.
He hums in response, working more of himself around Sylvain, pulling back and going forward again until he reaches discomfort. He bobs a few more times, to make sure, then brings his hand to make a ring around the man's girth. Here, maybe half or two-thirds down. No matter. His hand can cover the rest comfortably. ]