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[ It had been nowhere on Basch's mind that Sylvain may do this, and he hardly has time to process the cheeky wink before he lets out a cry so loud that the entire shop has likely heard him. He bites his cheek, trying to clamp it down, but he's trembling with the stimulation of Sylvain on his cock.

It shouldn't surprise him that the other is just as skilled at this as everything else, nor how deep Sylvain takes him, but it does. He hardly lasts before he buries his hands in Sylvain's hair, thighs pressing against him. ]

Please [ Basch gasps. Mercy. Don't stop. Then he's whimpering again, eyes closing, and he loses his last bit of restraint, body moving hungrily against Sylvain and his mind blissfully empty. ]