[ He murmurs the words against Basch's lips, his grip tightening against the man's arousal for a moment, firm and solid as he feels those hips try to rock into his touch. Those moans and whimpers are like music to his ears and he smiles as he lets his teeth rake against the back of the man's throat as he holds him pinned in place, using his own upper body strength to hold him right where he wants him.
But then fingers are shifting, loosening the fastenings of Basch's pants, dragging the fabric out of the way enough for his fingers to find warm, sensitive flesh. Curling his fingers just under the tip of the man as he strokes him once, twice, just enough to give him a taste of friction...
Before he releases him. Entirely, even. Steps back, so that sudden loss will leave the ache of its absence and lack of heat behind, even as he props his hands on broad hips and lets his lips curve in a knowing smile as he surveys the man before him, already flushed and breathless with want. Beautiful, he thinks again, though he doesn't voice the words. Not wanting to ruin the moment with whatever issues those words had caused Basch before. ]
Strip for me, Basch. All of it, off. I want you naked for me, so I can see every delicious inch of you. Except for the collar. That I expect you to keep on, but only that.
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[ He murmurs the words against Basch's lips, his grip tightening against the man's arousal for a moment, firm and solid as he feels those hips try to rock into his touch. Those moans and whimpers are like music to his ears and he smiles as he lets his teeth rake against the back of the man's throat as he holds him pinned in place, using his own upper body strength to hold him right where he wants him.
But then fingers are shifting, loosening the fastenings of Basch's pants, dragging the fabric out of the way enough for his fingers to find warm, sensitive flesh. Curling his fingers just under the tip of the man as he strokes him once, twice, just enough to give him a taste of friction...
Before he releases him. Entirely, even. Steps back, so that sudden loss will leave the ache of its absence and lack of heat behind, even as he props his hands on broad hips and lets his lips curve in a knowing smile as he surveys the man before him, already flushed and breathless with want. Beautiful, he thinks again, though he doesn't voice the words. Not wanting to ruin the moment with whatever issues those words had caused Basch before. ]
Strip for me, Basch. All of it, off. I want you naked for me, so I can see every delicious inch of you. Except for the collar. That I expect you to keep on, but only that.