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[ Basch's eyes widen slightly, raking in the reflected golden image of Sylvain pulling him close and kissing him. It is one thing to experience this possessive warmth, and another entirely to see it.

That, and to see the nonsense he's still dressed in, the collar still snug on his neck. He's surprised yet again at the hunger in the way he returns that kiss. ]

More than I expected. [ Heat to his cheeks, though not quite flushed. An honest answer. Some part of him had expected Sylvain to play with him, or go back on his word, or wind him up only to chastise him. No, instead it had been a series of well-timed affirmations, each one stoking a growing desire to be reclaimed. ]