[ Sylvain...isn't the first person here to encourage his possessiveness or want. Not even the first at home. But he may be the first person Basch actually hears it from, at least in years and years, without the bile of shame dampening it, or the dismissal that that desire will be gone with the morning. It is difficult to keep writing off Sylvain's interest when they are about to couple for the third time in one evening, and right now, Basch wants to revel in the warmth of being kept and wanted and touched. ]
I truly cannot fathom what about this should make you feel guilty. [ So hypocritical even he knows it, but maybe that is what is easing his own typical feelings of guilt and selfishness. His breath comes as a sharp hiss as Sylvain continues his threats, a low moan at the promise of not just exhaustion, but being kept even after.
He's so caught up in his senses and that fantasy that he barely notices being maneuvered until it's already happening. He clings to Sylvain for a moment, the change too quick for him, but then he eases. He's starting to become familiar with the bubbling heat Sylvain's tricks provide. Not shame, not guilt; anticipation. Discomfort at the unknown.
His hand trails up to Sylvain's face, cupping it gently as he smiles, dazed and hungry, and repeats his plea from their meeting. ]
Use me. And if you'll allow me, I shall use you in turn, claim and exhaust you, and coax you to sleep heavy against me until you are ready to depart.
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Date: 2024-01-20 07:15 pm (UTC)I truly cannot fathom what about this should make you feel guilty. [ So hypocritical even he knows it, but maybe that is what is easing his own typical feelings of guilt and selfishness. His breath comes as a sharp hiss as Sylvain continues his threats, a low moan at the promise of not just exhaustion, but being kept even after.
He's so caught up in his senses and that fantasy that he barely notices being maneuvered until it's already happening. He clings to Sylvain for a moment, the change too quick for him, but then he eases. He's starting to become familiar with the bubbling heat Sylvain's tricks provide. Not shame, not guilt; anticipation. Discomfort at the unknown.
His hand trails up to Sylvain's face, cupping it gently as he smiles, dazed and hungry, and repeats his plea from their meeting. ]
Use me. And if you'll allow me, I shall use you in turn, claim and exhaust you, and coax you to sleep heavy against me until you are ready to depart.