[ He’s braced for when the man’s knees buckle, arms steady and secure around him to support him. One still at his throat, the other abandoning his cock for a moment to twine about his waist. He pins him against his own body, holding him there until he finds his feet again, even if that visceral reaction has him smiling against the reddening skin he’d just marked.
The breathless words get another sort of smile from him, something warmer as he presses a kiss to that spot now, still holding Basch against him. His eyes dart over the man’s shoulder to watch how the image changes, and then the third reflection alters too. Matching it, in a way, or perhaps following it.
Sylvain, on his back with his hands braced on Basch’s hips. Both of them naked, bodies on display, littered with lovebites and flushed with arousal. Basch is unbound again, wearing only that collar now, as he rises and falls above Sylvain, riding his cock, taking him deep with each rocking motion of his hips. His head fallen back as he moves, fucking himself on Sylvain’s cock, his expression one of exquisite pleasure and desperate need. He can almost hear the moans as reddened lips part, watches as his hand slides in to stroke Basch’s cock in time to the roll of his hips. How it makes the man’s body arch - so close, but not yet tipping over that edge. As if the reflection itself were aiding with the teasing of what was to come.
He bends forward to murmur in Basch’s ear again, teeth scraping lightly along the curve beneath his lips. ]
I think we can arrange all of that. Shall we start now?
[ Once again, he gives no warning. One moment he holds Basch there against his front, watching the scenes play out in front of both of them. The next he’s moving, pressing Basch roughly against one of the mirrored walls of the elevator, pinning his arm behind his back as he holds him in place. It’s no accident that Basch is now pressed against the very same wall he’d been watching this scene a moment before. His legs are kicked apart as his other hand slides in around Basch’s front once more, finding his cock beneath his clothing. ]
Although we do need to get rid of this, if I am to fuck you like we both want.
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The breathless words get another sort of smile from him, something warmer as he presses a kiss to that spot now, still holding Basch against him. His eyes dart over the man’s shoulder to watch how the image changes, and then the third reflection alters too. Matching it, in a way, or perhaps following it.
Sylvain, on his back with his hands braced on Basch’s hips. Both of them naked, bodies on display, littered with lovebites and flushed with arousal. Basch is unbound again, wearing only that collar now, as he rises and falls above Sylvain, riding his cock, taking him deep with each rocking motion of his hips. His head fallen back as he moves, fucking himself on Sylvain’s cock, his expression one of exquisite pleasure and desperate need. He can almost hear the moans as reddened lips part, watches as his hand slides in to stroke Basch’s cock in time to the roll of his hips. How it makes the man’s body arch - so close, but not yet tipping over that edge. As if the reflection itself were aiding with the teasing of what was to come.
He bends forward to murmur in Basch’s ear again, teeth scraping lightly along the curve beneath his lips. ]
I think we can arrange all of that. Shall we start now?
[ Once again, he gives no warning. One moment he holds Basch there against his front, watching the scenes play out in front of both of them. The next he’s moving, pressing Basch roughly against one of the mirrored walls of the elevator, pinning his arm behind his back as he holds him in place. It’s no accident that Basch is now pressed against the very same wall he’d been watching this scene a moment before. His legs are kicked apart as his other hand slides in around Basch’s front once more, finding his cock beneath his clothing. ]
Although we do need to get rid of this, if I am to fuck you like we both want.