[ Sylvain is sweet, far sweeter than Basch is used to. And more observant; he likely has a better read on Basch than the man himself. Which means Basch often doesn't know what is unwelcome and what is just unfamiliar.

He, for his part, misreads that Sylvain is perhaps irritated at the slip. Basch is; he should not be affected by someone he's only just met. But they find their rhythm again, and the uncomfortable disruption is past. Easy to leave it there with the way Sylvain shudders and moans back for him. Clearly the disruption was not too deep.

And then he's tipping Basch's head again, caring for him. Basch almost wants to push back down, just take Sylvain without saying anything, but that would not show proper respect for this much appreciate communication. He pulls his mouth off, hand still working the other, and meets his gaze steadily. ]

No. I would take all of you, if it pleases.

[ What he wants to say is, please cum against my mouth, but that's beyond his reach. ]

If my posture does not hold, press me back against the wall.

[ He can feel the strain in some of these still-weak muscles, and he'll do his best to endure, but he'd rather not lose their position with Sylvain so close. He dips his head again, taking Sylvain back in his mouth as his heart flutters, tongue seeking out his tip. The briny tang of precum greets him, and he moans again, bobbing his head encouragingly before Sylvain gets rocking again. ]