[ The more crowded he becomes, the easier it is to focus on just enjoying this. His back presses against the stall wall, and Sylvain's head obscures his vision. His stomach flips at the hands knowingly parting his pants, but its the touch to his cock that finally has him moaning and shuddering.
Slow. Knowing. Playing with him. It's excruciating to have to sit in so much pleasure, his breath ragged. His hands cling to whatever they can find, like a life raft. ]
I am...helpless not to... [ he admits, groaning again. Sylvain knows exactly what he is doing, playing Basch like an instrument. The shame bubbles again. Was he so easy, so transparent? But he cannot be angry. It is a strange thing, to be so seen and -- if he dare admit -- savored, even as it makes him so powerless. Some part of him is afraid, sure there is something cruel coming after this. It turns him on as much as it makes him weak, but he cannot stop. He's too far in, and his release has begun to build. ]
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Date: 2023-12-29 03:52 pm (UTC)Slow. Knowing. Playing with him. It's excruciating to have to sit in so much pleasure, his breath ragged. His hands cling to whatever they can find, like a life raft. ]
I am...helpless not to... [ he admits, groaning again. Sylvain knows exactly what he is doing, playing Basch like an instrument. The shame bubbles again. Was he so easy, so transparent? But he cannot be angry. It is a strange thing, to be so seen and -- if he dare admit -- savored, even as it makes him so powerless. Some part of him is afraid, sure there is something cruel coming after this. It turns him on as much as it makes him weak, but he cannot stop. He's too far in, and his release has begun to build. ]