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[ Somehow that’s comforting. He doesn’t know why. He just…wants to be interesting. Wants to be enough to come back to.

And that’s before Sylvia’s starts listing off what he likes. Basch would protest if there were any way to, but he’s trapped, shuddering under open kisses and the onslaught of praise, speechless with the fingers in his sensitive ass. It’s so much easier to just succumb to the orders, even if they are orders that go against every habit he’s ever had.

The result is a strangled moan, embarrassment at his ever-growing want soothed only by Sylvain’s promise that he enjoys it. His stomach contracts again, knees and wrists fighting against the swing.

He’s…so glad they did this, this way. ]