Oh, I intend to make you much more than just satisfied. [ A cheeky grin accompanies the words as he chuckles, lingering in that kiss. He can feel the stir of arousal against his hip - with neither of them wearing clothes still, there’s little enough to disguise it.
Which is yet another reminder that they’ve yet to find a place that’s private enough for them to spent the next few hours. Or the night, at this rate.
So it’s reluctance in his movements as he draws back again, but only to lead the way across the swaying rope bridge they’d been headed towards. The gardens on the other side are more wild jungle than garden, in his mind, with massive trees with what looks like treehouses and rope netting strung up between many of them. There are soft lanterns lighting their path and moss that grows on the trees with a strange glow to it, giving their surroundings an otherworldly glow. A quiet river runs beside the path, winding away into the underbrush and then back again, the current slow and lazy.
It’s not until they come to a small side path that splits off that Sylvain pauses, taking a few steps down it until he sees where it leads. And then he just laughs, glancing back over his shoulder at Basch with an impish grin. ]
Now I see why the trail split so many ways, if something like this was down them.
[ Because the path has led to a small, cozy clearing, surrounded by vibrant plants and trees. There’s a massive nest of cushions set among soft moss, waiting invitingly to be lounged on. Something that looks like a wide hammock - or a swing, maybe? - is suspended from a nearby tree. The netting drapes overhead with the occasional ladder, or the occasional lose strands of rope dangling conveniently downwards, in case someone below had need of it. And the river had carved out a small shallow pool here before meandering on, making the private little glade the perfect place to stop and relax and enjoy… well, what most people probably came to these gardens for in the first place. ]
It seems we have it to ourselves tonight. What do you think? Comfortable enough?
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:48 am (UTC)Which is yet another reminder that they’ve yet to find a place that’s private enough for them to spent the next few hours. Or the night, at this rate.
So it’s reluctance in his movements as he draws back again, but only to lead the way across the swaying rope bridge they’d been headed towards. The gardens on the other side are more wild jungle than garden, in his mind, with massive trees with what looks like treehouses and rope netting strung up between many of them. There are soft lanterns lighting their path and moss that grows on the trees with a strange glow to it, giving their surroundings an otherworldly glow. A quiet river runs beside the path, winding away into the underbrush and then back again, the current slow and lazy.
It’s not until they come to a small side path that splits off that Sylvain pauses, taking a few steps down it until he sees where it leads. And then he just laughs, glancing back over his shoulder at Basch with an impish grin. ]
Now I see why the trail split so many ways, if something like this was down them.
[ Because the path has led to a small, cozy clearing, surrounded by vibrant plants and trees. There’s a massive nest of cushions set among soft moss, waiting invitingly to be lounged on. Something that looks like a wide hammock - or a swing, maybe? - is suspended from a nearby tree. The netting drapes overhead with the occasional ladder, or the occasional lose strands of rope dangling conveniently downwards, in case someone below had need of it. And the river had carved out a small shallow pool here before meandering on, making the private little glade the perfect place to stop and relax and enjoy… well, what most people probably came to these gardens for in the first place. ]
It seems we have it to ourselves tonight. What do you think? Comfortable enough?