[ Basch laughs, bright and open. He's not sure he remembers laughing like that. And before he can think better of it, he stills his walk, tugging Sylvain to him so he can catch the other's face and kiss his temple. ]
I did not say too much.
[ He'll make good on shutting him up though, lips moving to lip and kissing deeply, enjoying the soft heat of their skin pressing together under the fresh air of the gardens. He'd like to fuck Sylvain outdoors, he passingly notes. Near a waterfall and go swimming; in the warm sun on a big slab of sandstone; in a soft meadow. And then hear him talk too much as one or both of them dozes.
He doesn't know who this person is, who wants companionship and intimacy, who wants so freely, but in this moment, he's happy to be him, and happy to be here. ]
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I did not say too much.
[ He'll make good on shutting him up though, lips moving to lip and kissing deeply, enjoying the soft heat of their skin pressing together under the fresh air of the gardens. He'd like to fuck Sylvain outdoors, he passingly notes. Near a waterfall and go swimming; in the warm sun on a big slab of sandstone; in a soft meadow. And then hear him talk too much as one or both of them dozes.
He doesn't know who this person is, who wants companionship and intimacy, who wants so freely, but in this moment, he's happy to be him, and happy to be here. ]