[ The control is so beautiful. If pressed, Basch would suspect this had not been random pairing. How could they be so compatible otherwise? It took a rare soul to relax Basch, even when they knew something of one another. Never in his life has a new situation gone this smoothly.
And it's clear much of that is Sylvain's experience, which is all the more attractive -- both that he knows how to care for Basch, and that whatever his tastes are, Basch finds himself squarely in him. Perhaps that is why he forgets himself enough to take some initiative. He barely notices in the heat of things.
What he does notice is how husky Sylvain's voice is, how controlled the balance of want and restraint are. He hums again that question, purred as an order he's allowed to refuse. He doesn't want to, though. Especially not with the information that Sylvain wishes to see him do so, and -- shameful as it is -- there's likely to be praise behind pleasing them both.
Basch is just starting to think his endurance may dip as something changes in Sylvain, and a moment later the man is rigid, hot liquid pulsing into Basch's mouth. He chokes a little, struggling to swallow with his mouth still full, but he moans at the way Sylvain trembles. Again, that knowing hand guides him back, and he gasps deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and swallowing a few times. He tips back a little too far, the collar pulling on him, and has no objections to his face coming back near Sylvain's spent but still-hard cock. He leans his face lightly against it, squeezing the other's ass again as he takes a moment to catch his breath. ]
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Date: 2023-12-28 06:22 pm (UTC)And it's clear much of that is Sylvain's experience, which is all the more attractive -- both that he knows how to care for Basch, and that whatever his tastes are, Basch finds himself squarely in him. Perhaps that is why he forgets himself enough to take some initiative. He barely notices in the heat of things.
What he does notice is how husky Sylvain's voice is, how controlled the balance of want and restraint are. He hums again that question, purred as an order he's allowed to refuse. He doesn't want to, though. Especially not with the information that Sylvain wishes to see him do so, and -- shameful as it is -- there's likely to be praise behind pleasing them both.
Basch is just starting to think his endurance may dip as something changes in Sylvain, and a moment later the man is rigid, hot liquid pulsing into Basch's mouth. He chokes a little, struggling to swallow with his mouth still full, but he moans at the way Sylvain trembles. Again, that knowing hand guides him back, and he gasps deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and swallowing a few times. He tips back a little too far, the collar pulling on him, and has no objections to his face coming back near Sylvain's spent but still-hard cock. He leans his face lightly against it, squeezing the other's ass again as he takes a moment to catch his breath. ]