[ Sylvain accepts that arrangement without protest, relieved that Basch feels comfortable enough now to voice what he wants. He leans in to reward him, brushing a kiss against his lips as he clips the lead free, leaving the collar still in place for now.
The Masquerade is a whirl of sights and sounds and new experiences to be had at every turn. He's content to let Basch wander - ends up discovering a few familiar faces of his own in the meantime, but each time their paths cross over the span of the evening, he pauses to leave a touch, whether it's a light brush of fingertips, or a possessive hand on his back or shoulder, or the occasional tease of his lips murmuring words against the man's ear. He knows how to build anticipation, knows how to entice with a tease and a promise, even if it's no more than a knowing look. So no matter where the evening takes him, he returns again and again to this.
Until the hour grows late and the party shows no sign of stopping, but Sylvain is growing tired of strangers and socializing and his own impatience gets the better of him. He'd heard rumors and whispers of other places in this resort to be enjoyed - since he had no place of his own yet - and one of these is murmured in Basch's ear on his way past.
The elevators are far different from the arcane teleporters he's used to, but he doesn't mind that much. Takes in the mirrored walls with a faint smirk, already thinking of how best to use that as Basch steps in behind him. As the door slides shut and Basch steps close, he winds an arm around the man's waist, tugging him closer still as he leans in to kiss him in greeting. ]
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Date: 2024-01-02 07:52 pm (UTC)The Masquerade is a whirl of sights and sounds and new experiences to be had at every turn. He's content to let Basch wander - ends up discovering a few familiar faces of his own in the meantime, but each time their paths cross over the span of the evening, he pauses to leave a touch, whether it's a light brush of fingertips, or a possessive hand on his back or shoulder, or the occasional tease of his lips murmuring words against the man's ear. He knows how to build anticipation, knows how to entice with a tease and a promise, even if it's no more than a knowing look. So no matter where the evening takes him, he returns again and again to this.
Until the hour grows late and the party shows no sign of stopping, but Sylvain is growing tired of strangers and socializing and his own impatience gets the better of him. He'd heard rumors and whispers of other places in this resort to be enjoyed - since he had no place of his own yet - and one of these is murmured in Basch's ear on his way past.
The elevators are far different from the arcane teleporters he's used to, but he doesn't mind that much. Takes in the mirrored walls with a faint smirk, already thinking of how best to use that as Basch steps in behind him. As the door slides shut and Basch steps close, he winds an arm around the man's waist, tugging him closer still as he leans in to kiss him in greeting. ]
Have fun tonight?