[ Sylvain works him through it with a satisfied smile, fingers rubbing over that spot within him to keep him awash in pleasure until his body arches with the force of his orgasm. Only then does he ease up, those teasing strokes and the press of his tongue turning instead to soothing touches as he withdraws his fingers. Whisper-light kisses as his lips trail along the inside of the man’s thigh instead. ]

Just like that. So gorgeous in your pleasure, Basch. And knowing that it was my hand and mouth that made you unravel like this.

[ Another kiss, as he moves up on his knees between the man’s spread and still-bound legs, but this one is pressed against the base of the man’s cock. The next, at his tip, as his tongue swirls against heated skin and gathers the last drops of his pleasure lingering there. He grins, slow and sated, his eyes dark, as he takes in Basch’s debauched form. Enjoying the results of his efforts. ]