[ Sylvain hisses out another soft curse when that grip on him tightens - not in displeasure. Quite the opposite, in fact, because the sight of Basch losing himself in the pleasure of this is a beautiful thing in itself. And he enjoys the touch of roughness in return as he rocks into that sinful wet heat.
Careful, always, not to push too far. But he might push just shy of it. He never crosses over that limit that Basch had set, but he takes him to the very edge of it, again and again. Fingers still gripping his hair, eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure as his own breath comes in more ragged pants for air now. ]
Goddess, you're a beautiful sight like this.
[ There's a strain in his own voice, because he doesn't even bother attempting to hide how deeply he's affected by this. His rhythm occasionally stutters, but he's holding himself back as well. Dragging this out. Because no matter how they'd ended up in this scenario, he wants the other man to feel savored. ]
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Careful, always, not to push too far. But he might push just shy of it. He never crosses over that limit that Basch had set, but he takes him to the very edge of it, again and again. Fingers still gripping his hair, eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure as his own breath comes in more ragged pants for air now. ]
Goddess, you're a beautiful sight like this.
[ There's a strain in his own voice, because he doesn't even bother attempting to hide how deeply he's affected by this. His rhythm occasionally stutters, but he's holding himself back as well. Dragging this out. Because no matter how they'd ended up in this scenario, he wants the other man to feel savored. ]