Basch fon Ronsenburg

[ Sylvain’s smile is bright and warm as he tugs Basch closer and bends to press a kiss against his lips, pleased with their discovery. ]

I don’t think it would have been hard to outdo the dressing room. The mirrored lift was nice, however. [ He winks, teasing the man still as he steals another kiss.

Then he leans back and gives a thoughtful hum as he surveys the little clearing they’ve found for themselves. ]

So. [ He leans close to murmur in the man’s ear, almost as if confessing a secret. ] What would you like to try first?