[ He doesn't have to wait long, although even he's a little surprised at the force of it. Hands come up to catch the man against him as Basch's teeth click against his own but he doesn't mind. A hand lifts, fisting in the man's hair as he holds him there, devours is mouth in a hungry kiss that holds very little restraint now. Basch's body is a hot line pressed against his own and he works a thigh between his legs again as he feels those hands roam over his skin.
He hears that hitched breath, the shudder of things the man's not voicing, but he understands that, too. Holds him there against him as he kisses him, lets him touch, lets him vent whatever's risen up in him so violently. Or maybe it's more he seeks to channel it into something they can both use, as his other hand slides over skin that's not hot to the touch. Open and exposed for him to explore, to touch, to taste, at will. And he wants to.
But he has a fantasy to fulfill first. ]
I've got you. [ He murmurs the words into the kiss as he tugs Basch's head back finally - reluctant, even, on his own part. A promise, not a threat. His lips move down to kiss and nip their way along the line of the man's throat as his grip remains tight in his hair, tipping his head back for him. Exposing his throat. ] And I very much still want you. All of you. Will you bend for me, Basch?
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He hears that hitched breath, the shudder of things the man's not voicing, but he understands that, too. Holds him there against him as he kisses him, lets him touch, lets him vent whatever's risen up in him so violently. Or maybe it's more he seeks to channel it into something they can both use, as his other hand slides over skin that's not hot to the touch. Open and exposed for him to explore, to touch, to taste, at will. And he wants to.
But he has a fantasy to fulfill first. ]
I've got you. [ He murmurs the words into the kiss as he tugs Basch's head back finally - reluctant, even, on his own part. A promise, not a threat. His lips move down to kiss and nip their way along the line of the man's throat as his grip remains tight in his hair, tipping his head back for him. Exposing his throat. ] And I very much still want you. All of you. Will you bend for me, Basch?