[ While Basch wouldn't have found that cruel, per say, he did think it would exhaust him entirely from any other activities, and so he does not protest. This one, he thinks, has no shame to it; Sylvain is again careful for his comforts. Soft, even under that teasing and pushing.
He does let out a startled sound of shame, however, at the reminder he is going to come without being touched. Well, he corrects, as his mind struggles to wrap around the sensation at his ass, not his cock anyway. His mind's too full to settle on it though, other than the way is gives his arousal an added bite, and between that and Sylvain finding that sensitive spot so masterfully, that new warm, wet sensation added to the mix, it's hardly a few more moments before his breathing changes, the pitch higher as his body goes taught, desperately fighting against the swing and comforted by the way it holds him, the way Sylvain holds him.
He gasps like a dying man reborn as his orgasm hits, entire body golden and shuddering. His cock waggles oddly, bobbing as he seed pumps out, his stomach ripples, his thighs tense.
And then he collapses entirely, hoarse and unable to find his words, whimpering and moaning against the aftershock and Sylvain still inside him. That, and he finds himself wanting to hold and gently kiss that mischievous face. Worse, lie against him and give in to sleep.
that is a dangerous want, even when it has been offered, but right now he's too pleased and dazed to care, closing his eyes to catch his breath, glad for where Slyvain still holds him. He wants that tether. ]
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He does let out a startled sound of shame, however, at the reminder he is going to come without being touched. Well, he corrects, as his mind struggles to wrap around the sensation at his ass, not his cock anyway. His mind's too full to settle on it though, other than the way is gives his arousal an added bite, and between that and Sylvain finding that sensitive spot so masterfully, that new warm, wet sensation added to the mix, it's hardly a few more moments before his breathing changes, the pitch higher as his body goes taught, desperately fighting against the swing and comforted by the way it holds him, the way Sylvain holds him.
He gasps like a dying man reborn as his orgasm hits, entire body golden and shuddering. His cock waggles oddly, bobbing as he seed pumps out, his stomach ripples, his thighs tense.
And then he collapses entirely, hoarse and unable to find his words, whimpering and moaning against the aftershock and Sylvain still inside him. That, and he finds himself wanting to hold and gently kiss that mischievous face. Worse, lie against him and give in to sleep.
that is a dangerous want, even when it has been offered, but right now he's too pleased and dazed to care, closing his eyes to catch his breath, glad for where Slyvain still holds him. He wants that tether. ]