bardische | (Reply)

From:

[ Sylvain can feel the man beneath him occasionally tensing, wavering back and forth between distraction and something else. He can't tell if it's because of his arousal or if there's something else going on behind the lust-dazed eyes.

It has him treading carefully, keeping track of every reaction as fingers deftly flick the fastenings of the man's pants open, sliding the fabric out of the way to free the man's cock. Calloused fingers quickly encircle it, stroking him with deliberate slowness as his lips continue to trail along Basch's jaw and throat. Keeping him breathless, dragging out more of those delicious moans and whimpers. ]

Oh, trust me. It is entirely my pleasure. Especially if you keep making noises like that.