[ Sylvain means the words genuinely, realizing only after he said it - and feeling that stutter of movement - that it might have crossed a line in a different way. His fingers tighten slightly, gaze sharpening to make sure Basch was still okay. He holds his gaze for a moment before moving again, maintaining that same speed as before, returning right to the edge of that limit again.
That moan is delicious around his length and his breath hisses out again before he gives his own strained moan, body shuddering with a wave of pleasure.
He tips Basch’s head slightly back, eyes dark as he holds his gaze again. ]
I’m getting close. Do you want me to pull you off?
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That moan is delicious around his length and his breath hisses out again before he gives his own strained moan, body shuddering with a wave of pleasure.
He tips Basch’s head slightly back, eyes dark as he holds his gaze again. ]
I’m getting close. Do you want me to pull you off?