[ How does this man seem to anticipate his every move, even when he does not? That roaring chasm of danger opens again, threatening to swallow him, but so does that other, wilder feeling. Basch doesn't feel scared, not below the anxiety. Not with the way Sylvain catches him, holds him firm even, giving him time to recover, pressing his limits but not his boundaries.
There's something softer in the way Sylvain kisses him this time. Or maybe it's wishful thinking. But it unnerves him as much as the bite had.
His gaze, too, drifts to that shifting third vision. It's harder now to ignore it. They're both marked and flushed, utterly lost in each other, and he's seeking his own pleasure. It's enough to make his chest seize, his lips parting as his eyes dilating, like this place has dredged up a hidden thought even he dared not acknowledge.
And Sylvain wants all of it.
He doesn't even have time to roll around how that makes him feel. The next thing he knows, he's being forced against the wall, choking out a moan as Sylvain kicks his legs apart and pins his arm. It doesn't escape him this was the wall they watched together, or that the reality of feeling it is a thousand times more intense than whatever had crossed his mind.
Like we both want.
He moans again, breath jagged, but nods, fighting against himself to give Sylvain the affirmation he can. ]
I want you to. Here. Now.
[ It isn't the first time he's wished he had more skill with words, but it's something. So is the way he rocks himself against Sylvain's hand, whimpering as he does. He doesn't expect to be allowed to come for a good long while, and that makes teasing himself all the more enticing. ]
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Date: 2024-01-07 07:47 pm (UTC)There's something softer in the way Sylvain kisses him this time. Or maybe it's wishful thinking. But it unnerves him as much as the bite had.
His gaze, too, drifts to that shifting third vision. It's harder now to ignore it. They're both marked and flushed, utterly lost in each other, and he's seeking his own pleasure. It's enough to make his chest seize, his lips parting as his eyes dilating, like this place has dredged up a hidden thought even he dared not acknowledge.
And Sylvain wants all of it.
He doesn't even have time to roll around how that makes him feel. The next thing he knows, he's being forced against the wall, choking out a moan as Sylvain kicks his legs apart and pins his arm. It doesn't escape him this was the wall they watched together, or that the reality of feeling it is a thousand times more intense than whatever had crossed his mind.
Like we both want.
He moans again, breath jagged, but nods, fighting against himself to give Sylvain the affirmation he can. ]
I want you to. Here. Now.
[ It isn't the first time he's wished he had more skill with words, but it's something. So is the way he rocks himself against Sylvain's hand, whimpering as he does. He doesn't expect to be allowed to come for a good long while, and that makes teasing himself all the more enticing. ]