[ Basch’s knees threaten to buckle and he finds himself having to focus on bracing to keep them both upright. He whimpers in needy pleasure as he gives in to the onslaught of sensation, not the least of which is the hitch in Sylvain’s breathing or the way the man steers them both to a beneficial angle.
His words, though, send an odd pricking through him. He almost throws them off, the automatic whisper that this is just what people say, that circumstances will change so at the ready. But…
But he doesn’t want that to be the case. He wants Sylvain to keep him a good long while, and to feel confident in the arrangement, and he moans at the thought and moans at the fresh mark on his skin because it certainly seems like that’s an option in a way it never was at home. He doesn’t know why it’s so much easier to admit here. Was it the time in prison? The fact that he could not cause harm to Sylvain’s status? This place’s tricks? He didn’t know, but in that moment, he felt incredibly grateful that this could even be happening. He doesn’t understand what Sylvain is drawn to, but he understands that he is, and that’s more than enough. ]
I want…you. I don’t want to — ngh — stop wanting you. Fuck. [ His voice cracks, entire body shuddering and tryin to slump forward as Sylvain hits his prostate. The precum on his head smears the spotless cold wall, and already the early shudder of imminent release pulses through him, making him dizzy. ]
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His words, though, send an odd pricking through him. He almost throws them off, the automatic whisper that this is just what people say, that circumstances will change so at the ready. But…
But he doesn’t want that to be the case. He wants Sylvain to keep him a good long while, and to feel confident in the arrangement, and he moans at the thought and moans at the fresh mark on his skin because it certainly seems like that’s an option in a way it never was at home. He doesn’t know why it’s so much easier to admit here. Was it the time in prison? The fact that he could not cause harm to Sylvain’s status? This place’s tricks? He didn’t know, but in that moment, he felt incredibly grateful that this could even be happening. He doesn’t understand what Sylvain is drawn to, but he understands that he is, and that’s more than enough. ]
I want…you. I don’t want to — ngh — stop wanting you. Fuck. [ His voice cracks, entire body shuddering and tryin to slump forward as Sylvain hits his prostate. The precum on his head smears the spotless cold wall, and already the early shudder of imminent release pulses through him, making him dizzy. ]