[ Basch is nearly paralyzed with the attention, his ragged breathing punctuated by an occasional whimper of both pleasure and the very real impulse to bolt. He appreciates Sylvain cornering him, physically and emotionally, because he wants to be here, he just doesn't know how.
The kisses against his jaw are good. So his the hand on his pants. And he finally moans, shoulders relaxing as Sylvain spins how the evening can go. A plan is safe, is something he can attach to, and glory this one sounds beautiful. ]
You take good care of me. Thank you. [ He lets his hands stray to Sylvain's chest, wanting something to grip as his hips struggle with touch. He can't think too hard about the fact that they're on the floor of a stall in a shop or he'll lose his nerve. Pleasuring someone else is always so much easier than being treated gently. But -- gods help him, he wants both. ]
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Date: 2023-12-29 02:54 am (UTC)The kisses against his jaw are good. So his the hand on his pants. And he finally moans, shoulders relaxing as Sylvain spins how the evening can go. A plan is safe, is something he can attach to, and glory this one sounds beautiful. ]
You take good care of me. Thank you. [ He lets his hands stray to Sylvain's chest, wanting something to grip as his hips struggle with touch. He can't think too hard about the fact that they're on the floor of a stall in a shop or he'll lose his nerve. Pleasuring someone else is always so much easier than being treated gently. But -- gods help him, he wants both. ]