[ Oh, glory, Sylvain knows how to work him right at his edge of discomfort, forcing him to brace with just the tiniest echo of it being too much, but always eases right when it begins to tip. That control is appreciated, and alluring. For both of them, it seems, Basch casting his eyes up as much as he can to dreamily take in how Sylvain basks.
The compliment, though, catches him by surprise, causing him to slip just enough to sputter. He's been told he's a sight, in mocking or in victory, but not in this sweetness, and certainly not giving him a word like beautiful. (Perhaps because those who knew him knew he'd spook, and those who did not were not there to be kind).
He rights himself, though, feeling the way Sylvain is starting to stutter. He digs his grip tighter, working his hand and mouth to give the other more stimulation. He lets his moan drag out, knowing the vibration is all the better, and his own hips rock in want, threatening to topple them both if he loses his grip. He wants to be worthy of the respect he's being given, wants to be a good memory.
And, truth be told, he wants his mouth properly fucked. Sylvain is taking such good care of him. ]
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Date: 2023-12-28 03:50 pm (UTC)The compliment, though, catches him by surprise, causing him to slip just enough to sputter. He's been told he's a sight, in mocking or in victory, but not in this sweetness, and certainly not giving him a word like beautiful. (Perhaps because those who knew him knew he'd spook, and those who did not were not there to be kind).
He rights himself, though, feeling the way Sylvain is starting to stutter. He digs his grip tighter, working his hand and mouth to give the other more stimulation. He lets his moan drag out, knowing the vibration is all the better, and his own hips rock in want, threatening to topple them both if he loses his grip. He wants to be worthy of the respect he's being given, wants to be a good memory.
And, truth be told, he wants his mouth properly fucked. Sylvain is taking such good care of him. ]