[ Another soft curse when Basch leans forward to take him deep once more, his own hold not restricting the movement in the least. Enjoying Basch taking what he wants and showing that initiative despite being the one on his knees, mouth around Sylvain’s cock.
He takes the words as the permission they are and increases his own speed now. Fucking into that wet heat as he chases his pleasure. Using him, as Basch had requested. He doesn’t push hard enough to unsettle Basch’s position because he doesn’t need to, bringing the other man to him instead, guiding with the firm grip in his hair. Absolute control, without ever leaking over into pain, or pushing those limits too far. It speaks to a well-honed control that Sylvain has spent a long time perfecting. ]
Just like that. And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?
[ His voice is low and husky, the strain showing more now as his hips stutter, pick up again, pleasure building from the constant friction, the delicious slide of lips and tongue, and the feeling of those moans vibrating around his cock.
He won’t mind if Basch can’t but having it to focus on, and then to be praised or rewarded for after is something he can offer even while he’s about to tip over into his own pleasure.
The orgasm hits him a few thrusts after, sharp and swift. He spills across the man’s tongue, although he manages to push deep just before, just shy of that limit once more. The breathy groan that accompanies it is genuine and husky, choked out as his eyes clench shut and his legs tremble for a moment. He manages to hold, however, long enough that his knees won’t buckle, and then gives a gentle tug to pull the man back to breathe again. ]
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Date: 2023-12-28 05:13 pm (UTC)He takes the words as the permission they are and increases his own speed now. Fucking into that wet heat as he chases his pleasure. Using him, as Basch had requested. He doesn’t push hard enough to unsettle Basch’s position because he doesn’t need to, bringing the other man to him instead, guiding with the firm grip in his hair. Absolute control, without ever leaking over into pain, or pushing those limits too far. It speaks to a well-honed control that Sylvain has spent a long time perfecting. ]
Just like that. And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?
[ His voice is low and husky, the strain showing more now as his hips stutter, pick up again, pleasure building from the constant friction, the delicious slide of lips and tongue, and the feeling of those moans vibrating around his cock.
He won’t mind if Basch can’t but having it to focus on, and then to be praised or rewarded for after is something he can offer even while he’s about to tip over into his own pleasure.
The orgasm hits him a few thrusts after, sharp and swift. He spills across the man’s tongue, although he manages to push deep just before, just shy of that limit once more. The breathy groan that accompanies it is genuine and husky, choked out as his eyes clench shut and his legs tremble for a moment. He manages to hold, however, long enough that his knees won’t buckle, and then gives a gentle tug to pull the man back to breathe again. ]