[ The sound Sylvain makes as Basch clenches tight around him and comes is lost somewhere between a strained moan and a breathless cry. He’s so tight, and then the angle changes, and his own pace speeds as a result.
It only takes a few more sharp thrusts into the man’s trembling body before his own pleasure crests and he tenses and spills inside of him with a low curse hissed out between his teeth, hands clenching at Basch’s hips to hold him right there, because he was perfect.
Gasping for air, he slumps forward against Basch’s back slightly, one hand going to brace his weight against the wall, just to make sure he didn’t put it all on the other man, who seemed just as breathless and unsteady as he felt. ]
Goddess, you’re fucking perfect.
[ He murmurs the words against Basch’s back, even as he wraps his arms around him, keeps him warm against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Slow his racing pulse. Make sure his legs don’t give out beneath him, because that would just be inconvenient. And more than a little embarrassing. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 04:14 am (UTC)It only takes a few more sharp thrusts into the man’s trembling body before his own pleasure crests and he tenses and spills inside of him with a low curse hissed out between his teeth, hands clenching at Basch’s hips to hold him right there, because he was perfect.
Gasping for air, he slumps forward against Basch’s back slightly, one hand going to brace his weight against the wall, just to make sure he didn’t put it all on the other man, who seemed just as breathless and unsteady as he felt. ]
Goddess, you’re fucking perfect.
[ He murmurs the words against Basch’s back, even as he wraps his arms around him, keeps him warm against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Slow his racing pulse. Make sure his legs don’t give out beneath him, because that would just be inconvenient. And more than a little embarrassing. ]