[ He shudders out a breathy moan as fingers trail down his spine. The gentle touch on a usually private part of his body feels entirely aflame. He could have basked in that a good long while (if he didn't inevitably become uncomfortable with the soft attention), but it's no surprise Sylvain delves lower. The oil is warm and slick on Sylvain's knowing hands, and Basch exhales sharply, ass clenching. Anticipation indeed. He'll be a little sore tomorrow, and he'll treasure the reminder that this happened.
Gods, though. He doesn't know what to do with having his ass teased like he's the night's entertainment while being told he's-- he's--
He can't even get the thought out. He just breaths shallowly, leaning his forehead against the cool wall. He doesn't believe Sylvain, but he doesn't think him a liar either. It's two truths he can't reconcile, and so his mind wants to be somewhere else. All he can conclude is that he's strange, a diversion, already retreating from the very real approval he's seen again and again in Sylvain. But that's alright. He's hungry to be used like this, and Sylvain is pleased by it. That is enough. ]
You were patient, then [ he says. ] Those who decided to partake from me in the past never suffered waiting. [ Or risking sharing. Even as he says it, though, his body shudders again at the slow but constant pace of teasing his backside, and the memory of Sylvain's cock in his mouth is bright in his mind. ]
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Gods, though. He doesn't know what to do with having his ass teased like he's the night's entertainment while being told he's-- he's--
He can't even get the thought out. He just breaths shallowly, leaning his forehead against the cool wall. He doesn't believe Sylvain, but he doesn't think him a liar either. It's two truths he can't reconcile, and so his mind wants to be somewhere else. All he can conclude is that he's strange, a diversion, already retreating from the very real approval he's seen again and again in Sylvain. But that's alright. He's hungry to be used like this, and Sylvain is pleased by it. That is enough. ]
You were patient, then [ he says. ] Those who decided to partake from me in the past never suffered waiting. [ Or risking sharing. Even as he says it, though, his body shudders again at the slow but constant pace of teasing his backside, and the memory of Sylvain's cock in his mouth is bright in his mind. ]