[ There’s a smile in hive voice, underlying the quiet praise, and that curve of his lips deepens when Basch rocks against his thigh, chasing the friction offered there. The hand not gripping the leash and still holding it taut, lifts so he can tangle fingers in the man’s hair, tipping his head towards him and a moment later, he leans in to capture his lips in a rough, demanding kiss.
He knows what he’s doing, is accustomed to controlling the situation unfolding around him and he hardly minds it. Not when he’d felt the way Basch had relaxed against him when he’d narrowed down those choices. When he’d shown him that he could have what he wanted and Sylvain would happily give it. And he’d have to be blind to not be enjoying this back, watching the flush spread along the man’s skin as he hesitantly starts chasing what he wants. Or asking for it, in some cases.
In Sylvain’s mind, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here in the first place, so there’s no hesitation in him as he plunders Basch’s mouth with a hungry kiss, keeping him pinned in place while his fingers tighten their grip in the man’s hair. Positioning him just how he wanted, so the man would get the most out of the sensations created by it. The demand to surrender, and the freedom that came with such an act. ]
[ O-oh. He had not anticipated how much he wanted to please his keeper. He hardly has time to savor the odd sensation, because there's blissful tension in his hair and that mouth is absolutely plundering his.
He moans deeper, one of his hands splaying across Sylvain's back to encourage the pressure of his arousal to grind against him, Even as his hips shudder. He can hardly move, pinned and overwhelmed like this, and finally, finally it lets his mind short out into blissful surrender.
This isn't the first time he's done this either, but it's always been in secret, with someone he ought not partner with given their duties. It's freeing, too, that this costs them nothing.
The fingers tighten in his hair, sending shivers through him. He lets his want channel into his kiss, far hungrier than he's let his voice betray. The pressure at his neck only makes it richer, a reminder he is both wanted and at his partner's mercy. ]
[ For some, it is far easier to admit what they want without having to say the words, give their hidden desires voice. Maybe it's because it's taboo or maybe it's just something they think they shouldn't want. Either way, Sylvain can read these subtle pleas as clearly as if Basch had begged for them audibly and he gives him exactly what he wants.
From what he'd said earlier, he was okay with Sylvain being rough and with giving him commands, as well as a little humiliation, as long as Sylvain didn't break skin. Which wasn't really his thing anyway, so that wouldn't be an issue. But otherwise that gave him plenty to work with, he just had to figure out where to start.
Hmm. Maybe he should have picked up some of those toys on his way past, just in case. Oh well, he could make do without them.
Still keeping the pressure on Basch's cock as he keeps his thigh pressed firmly against him, he breaks away from the rough kiss to nip his way back the man's stubbled jaw, smiling faintly against his skin as he slides down his throat. His fingers remain clasped in his hair for the moment, tipping his head back to expose more vulnerable skin to him. ]
Tell me, Basch, have you ever sucked a man's cock before?
[ He has no idea how much experience the other man might have had, or what might or might not be acceptable in the world he comes from. Better to ask than accidentally cross a taboo line he didn't realize was there. ]
[ His breathing is already heavy, his body taught as he tries to resist the overwhelming pull of want. Those lips move down his jaw to his neck and turn to teeth, and he clasps against Sylvain's sides, a plea for more already bubbling in his throat. Unvoiced now, but he wants to be coaxed to give it, to slide even farther into release. It's clear Sylvain is the kind of person who can do that, and it's all the encouragement he needs to stay.
The question comes, and he nods once. ]
Yes [ he gasps, some part of him wondering if that is a boon or a disappointment, if this man comes from a place where that is open or private or taboo. Truth be told, he's not entirely sure of his own world's rules, just that of the men and women he came up with, and it was always done behind closed doors, and that the men he liked tended to like to see him on his knees with their cock down his throat.
He liked it too. He knew he wasn't supposed to, especially as he climbed in rank -- another thing he had no interest in. He liked to do his job, follow orders, take care of others. He liked to be of use.
And, traitorously, he liked to be coveted by better men and women. Sylvain's attention has him as hot and helpless as the sensations themselves. ]
[ The quick smile that curves against his skin should tell Basch all he needs to know about how much Sylvain likes that answer, that it's not a disappointment at all.
He pulls back, giving a light tug on the leash he holds, stepping back - if a bit reluctant to relinquish the way he'd had him pinned against the wall, but there was only so much he could do in that position. There were other things he wanted to try. ]
Good. Let me see you on your knees for me, Basch. You already look so good in the leash and collar, I want to enjoy the entire picture of it.
[ he nearly protests the space between them, not that it would have been much more than a muffled sound, but it’s not hard to put together the question, the pleased grin, and the new order.
He’d forgotten, though, how he must look, or that that may be part of the appeal. The embarrassment at this ridiculous outfit and being kept like some pet washes through him again, this time with something more acidic: that he likes it.
It takes no further prodding for him to sink to his knees, head bowed even as his eyes rake in how equally eager Sylvain is and how strong his legs are. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, he spreads his hands around those legs, pressing his forehead to that rigid bulge even as the collar pulls at his neck. His voice comes out low and dazed. ]
[ He makes a low, strained sound when Basch presses his face against his own straining erection, because the way the other man had been grinding against him earlier had ensured that he was fully hard now. Not that that would have been difficult to achieve here promptly anyway. His pants might not be quite as tight as Basch’s, but they still don’t leave much to the imagination in his current state.
And with Basch now on his knees before him, he makes sure the leash has enough slack to not cut off his airway before tangling the fingers of that hand in the man’s hair to take a guiding grip once more. ]
Oh, with pleasure. Is there anything else you’d like to request I do - or don’t do - before we start? And if not, you can start unfastening my trousers. Especially since you’re so eager.
[ It’s said with fond amusement, rather than letting the words become a cutting taunt. Sylvain’s well capable of both, but he much prefers praise to humiliation, if he has a say in it. ]
[ That sound is beautiful, making his chest tighten. It's as good as being praised, and he wants more of it. He doesn't miss, either, the knowing way the other can adjust the pressure at his neck. He's so grateful; it's so easy to trust and sink into this, to feel like his partner has their role adequately covered.
That, and he loves the tight grip in his hair. ]
None that I can think of [ He murmurs after a moment of real thought. The encouraging praise makes his breath catch again. ] I -- like the balance you are striking.
[ It's difficult for him to ask for things, but this much he can muster, especially seeing that Sylvain wants the feedback. That said, it is easier to have a task than to sit in these feelings, and so he straightens, smoothing a hand down Sylvain's front before beginning to work the fastening. His own cock throbs in anticipation, and for a moment, he lets himself enjoy it. ]
Balance usually makes something like this go smoother. Although I usually don’t start something like this without first being aware of what my partner likes and doesn’t, so you’ll have to forgive me if I stop to check now and then.
[ He combs long, agile fingers through Basch’s hair in silent encouragement as he watches him work from beneath thick lashes, his eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure. A smile lingers about the corner of his lips as he lets the man unfasten his pants, making another soft sound of satisfaction when they loosen and he rocks shallowly against Basch’s fingers. ]
No forgiveness necessary. [ His voice his low, a little pained. He respects that immensely. It speaks to a good man, which is hard for him to grapple with, given they both also like this. But he's thankful all the same; they both are aware he'd be unable to speak up on his own.
Then there are fingers in his hair. His eyelids flutter shut, hands tightening on those legs as he leans blissfully against his heat for a moment. This is -- this is almost too decadent to withstand. But it could turn to cruelty, withholding what they're both after. He sits back, continuing his effort, breath shaky as Sylvain begins to rock.
Pants free, he loops his fingers in the waistband of those and the undergarment, working them down until he reaches in to guide Sylvain out. His cock is hard and ready, striving toward Basch's face. He nearly forgets to breathe, adjusting the undergarments so they are at a comfortable height before leaning his face against the hot shaft of skin, one set of fingers tracing lightly against his length a few times. Then the hand slides back, cupping his sack as he turns his lips to kiss slowly, widening his mouth to leave gentle wet circles all around him before he drags his tongue down the entire length to circle the tip.
He's teasing himself too, cock throbbing as he years to take the other in his mouth. He's happy to be fucked like this. ]
[ Sylvain’s voice is low and husky, pleasure purred in his tone as his fingers tighten slightly in Basch’s hair in reaction. He’s long and thick, fortunately proportionate to his broad build, which is part of what made his reputation back home so easy to maintain.
Basch’s fingers and mouth against the sensitive skin of his cock has him twitching slightly, making a soft sound when the man’s tongue traces the length of him. He smiles as he shifts, pressing against the open seam of the man’s lips. ]
[ That praise earns a deep, pleased hum from him, as much from his own enjoyment as his desire to fully stimulate. He may be ashamed of his tastes, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t learned what use to put them to. It’s been awhile, and he’s pleased to still be so effective.
Sylvain doesn’t let him tease long, and the order coupled with the demanding press of his cock sets him moaning again, obediently working his mouth around the admittedly thick cock. This is going to wear him out, and he’s so ready for it. One hand stays to hold him straight, the other sneaking around to firmly grip his ass cheek.
Starting to bob, his tongue keeps working Sylvain’s head, savoring the taste as he takes him deeper into his mouth. Another low groan, knowing it will go straight through his shaft. ]
[ Sylvain gives a low curse when he feels that vibration slide down his length - more than once, because Basch is not only skilled, he’s clearly very into this. The enjoyment is shared, Sylvain’s eyes dark and locked on the movements as he watches Basch take him deeper. He doesn’t move - not yet, wanting to let the man set a pace he’s comfortable with first.
And also give him a chance to see how far Basch can take him. He’s not someone who actually finds choking someone on his cock to be all that sexy. Not unless that was the game, anyway.
So he keeps his fingers tangled in the man’s hair, guiding but not forcing. Enjoying the feel of the hold more than pushing him. ]
Good. Just like that. How much of me can you take?
[ Oh, he's pleased at that cursing, digging his hand deeper into the other man's ass in response. Bless Sylvain's expressive nature and easy praise; Basch is entirely at ease now, determined, even, to complete his task well.
The hold in his hair is perfect. He is open to being guided more forcibly, but this is his favorite. Wanted, but trusted. It's a position he can accept care in, too, warmed by Sylvain checking his limits, warmed by that praise. With his shame set aside, he basks in it, feeling worthy in a way he so rarely does.
He hums in response, working more of himself around Sylvain, pulling back and going forward again until he reaches discomfort. He bobs a few more times, to make sure, then brings his hand to make a ring around the man's girth. Here, maybe half or two-thirds down. No matter. His hand can cover the rest comfortably. ]
[ He watches as the man tests himself. Can feel, almost as soon as Basch does, where his throat starts to close too tightly about the tip of him, and is relieved when the man recognizes his own limits rather than trying to push past them just for the sake of impressing.
It has his gaze warming, pleased smile curling across his lips again as watches him. When Basch curls his fingers around the base of his cock to cover the rest, he nods in appreciation before tugging lightly on his hair again. His praise isn’t verbal this time, but he hopes it’s evident all the same as he rocks his hips forward, pressing in once more - going only so far as Basch had been able to take and no more. But it was plenty in itself, more than enough to chase his own pleasure. And the beautiful man on his knees had asked him to use him. He hardly wanted to disappoint, either. ]
[ It's been a long time since Basch was young and foolish enough to push past his limits to impress, whether a handsome man in a dark closet or a general on the battlefield. It's still a pleasant surprise, however, to have someone else who steps with that realistic limit so smoothly, appreciatively even.
Basch moans at the way that gaze stirs something in him, not shy with his sounds now that they've already committed to this. He'll worry about having been heard later, when he's not so full of Sylvain and his gorgeous cock. The fingers in his hair are wonderful, easier to accept than words, and he moans again as Sylvain begins to rock, switch from giving head to letting himself be fucked.
He slackens his jaw, tongue welcoming the intrusion as he braces against the other man's height and strength, hand not guiding his cock straight reaching to the other asscheek for greater balance. His breathing increases, heavy through his nose, and the need to keep somewhat rigid while Sylvain pleasures himself is enough to make his head spin. He doesn't notice the way his grip gets tighter on ass or cock, but he certainly appreciates the way Sylvain's sack bounces against him, moans increasing as their pace does. ]
[ Sylvain hisses out another soft curse when that grip on him tightens - not in displeasure. Quite the opposite, in fact, because the sight of Basch losing himself in the pleasure of this is a beautiful thing in itself. And he enjoys the touch of roughness in return as he rocks into that sinful wet heat.
Careful, always, not to push too far. But he might push just shy of it. He never crosses over that limit that Basch had set, but he takes him to the very edge of it, again and again. Fingers still gripping his hair, eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure as his own breath comes in more ragged pants for air now. ]
Goddess, you're a beautiful sight like this.
[ There's a strain in his own voice, because he doesn't even bother attempting to hide how deeply he's affected by this. His rhythm occasionally stutters, but he's holding himself back as well. Dragging this out. Because no matter how they'd ended up in this scenario, he wants the other man to feel savored. ]
[ Oh, glory, Sylvain knows how to work him right at his edge of discomfort, forcing him to brace with just the tiniest echo of it being too much, but always eases right when it begins to tip. That control is appreciated, and alluring. For both of them, it seems, Basch casting his eyes up as much as he can to dreamily take in how Sylvain basks.
The compliment, though, catches him by surprise, causing him to slip just enough to sputter. He's been told he's a sight, in mocking or in victory, but not in this sweetness, and certainly not giving him a word like beautiful. (Perhaps because those who knew him knew he'd spook, and those who did not were not there to be kind).
He rights himself, though, feeling the way Sylvain is starting to stutter. He digs his grip tighter, working his hand and mouth to give the other more stimulation. He lets his moan drag out, knowing the vibration is all the better, and his own hips rock in want, threatening to topple them both if he loses his grip. He wants to be worthy of the respect he's being given, wants to be a good memory.
And, truth be told, he wants his mouth properly fucked. Sylvain is taking such good care of him. ]
[ Sylvain means the words genuinely, realizing only after he said it - and feeling that stutter of movement - that it might have crossed a line in a different way. His fingers tighten slightly, gaze sharpening to make sure Basch was still okay. He holds his gaze for a moment before moving again, maintaining that same speed as before, returning right to the edge of that limit again.
That moan is delicious around his length and his breath hisses out again before he gives his own strained moan, body shuddering with a wave of pleasure.
He tips Basch’s head slightly back, eyes dark as he holds his gaze again. ]
I’m getting close. Do you want me to pull you off?
[ Sylvain is sweet, far sweeter than Basch is used to. And more observant; he likely has a better read on Basch than the man himself. Which means Basch often doesn't know what is unwelcome and what is just unfamiliar.
He, for his part, misreads that Sylvain is perhaps irritated at the slip. Basch is; he should not be affected by someone he's only just met. But they find their rhythm again, and the uncomfortable disruption is past. Easy to leave it there with the way Sylvain shudders and moans back for him. Clearly the disruption was not too deep.
And then he's tipping Basch's head again, caring for him. Basch almost wants to push back down, just take Sylvain without saying anything, but that would not show proper respect for this much appreciate communication. He pulls his mouth off, hand still working the other, and meets his gaze steadily. ]
No. I would take all of you, if it pleases.
[ What he wants to say is, please cum against my mouth, but that's beyond his reach. ]
If my posture does not hold, press me back against the wall.
[ He can feel the strain in some of these still-weak muscles, and he'll do his best to endure, but he'd rather not lose their position with Sylvain so close. He dips his head again, taking Sylvain back in his mouth as his heart flutters, tongue seeking out his tip. The briny tang of precum greets him, and he moans again, bobbing his head encouragingly before Sylvain gets rocking again. ]
[ Another soft curse when Basch leans forward to take him deep once more, his own hold not restricting the movement in the least. Enjoying Basch taking what he wants and showing that initiative despite being the one on his knees, mouth around Sylvain’s cock.
He takes the words as the permission they are and increases his own speed now. Fucking into that wet heat as he chases his pleasure. Using him, as Basch had requested. He doesn’t push hard enough to unsettle Basch’s position because he doesn’t need to, bringing the other man to him instead, guiding with the firm grip in his hair. Absolute control, without ever leaking over into pain, or pushing those limits too far. It speaks to a well-honed control that Sylvain has spent a long time perfecting. ]
Just like that. And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?
[ His voice is low and husky, the strain showing more now as his hips stutter, pick up again, pleasure building from the constant friction, the delicious slide of lips and tongue, and the feeling of those moans vibrating around his cock.
He won’t mind if Basch can’t but having it to focus on, and then to be praised or rewarded for after is something he can offer even while he’s about to tip over into his own pleasure.
The orgasm hits him a few thrusts after, sharp and swift. He spills across the man’s tongue, although he manages to push deep just before, just shy of that limit once more. The breathy groan that accompanies it is genuine and husky, choked out as his eyes clench shut and his legs tremble for a moment. He manages to hold, however, long enough that his knees won’t buckle, and then gives a gentle tug to pull the man back to breathe again. ]
[ The control is so beautiful. If pressed, Basch would suspect this had not been random pairing. How could they be so compatible otherwise? It took a rare soul to relax Basch, even when they knew something of one another. Never in his life has a new situation gone this smoothly.
And it's clear much of that is Sylvain's experience, which is all the more attractive -- both that he knows how to care for Basch, and that whatever his tastes are, Basch finds himself squarely in him. Perhaps that is why he forgets himself enough to take some initiative. He barely notices in the heat of things.
What he does notice is how husky Sylvain's voice is, how controlled the balance of want and restraint are. He hums again that question, purred as an order he's allowed to refuse. He doesn't want to, though. Especially not with the information that Sylvain wishes to see him do so, and -- shameful as it is -- there's likely to be praise behind pleasing them both.
Basch is just starting to think his endurance may dip as something changes in Sylvain, and a moment later the man is rigid, hot liquid pulsing into Basch's mouth. He chokes a little, struggling to swallow with his mouth still full, but he moans at the way Sylvain trembles. Again, that knowing hand guides him back, and he gasps deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and swallowing a few times. He tips back a little too far, the collar pulling on him, and has no objections to his face coming back near Sylvain's spent but still-hard cock. He leans his face lightly against it, squeezing the other's ass again as he takes a moment to catch his breath. ]
[ That grip in Basch’s hair turns to gentle strokes instead, long fingers carding through his locks as Sylvain tries to catch his breath. His body shudders a few more times as he gives a husky chuckle, gazing down at the man on his knees before him.
He holds back the automatic compliment he might have given, because Basch on his knees, skin flushed and eyes dark with need, lips swollen - it is a beautiful sight. But recalling the reaction he’d gotten to that in the midst of things, he bites back the words for now. ]
I do believe that that, [ he pants out the words with a fond chuckle, but meaning every one of them. ] made everything else here today entirely worth it. You’ve done wonderfully for me, Basch. And…
[ He interrupts himself to crouch down before the man, bringing him to eye level again. And maybe giving his trembling knees a momentary break. His fingers slide back along the collar, where he’d heard a faint click a moment ago. ]
As I thought. You’re unlocked now. But I don’t have to remove it, if you’re not ready.
It's a lot harder to remain relaxed as Sylvain pets his hair, crouching down glowing with praise and contentment. It's not that he dislikes it, at all, but he has no idea what to do with himself, head dipping and gaze averting.
He draws back momentarily, surprised at the fingers on his neck. Ah, of course. Released. He should be relieved.
He shouldn't be surprised at the choice Sylvain is giving him, the one he asked for.
It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's still clouded with want, because he doesn't have quite enough mental clarity to talk himself out of his feelings. ]
I...quite enjoyed that. I am in no hurry to leave your company.
[ All true. But what did he want? To take this off? To ask Sylvain to keep it taught and relieve him? To ask Sylvain not to relieve him, to leave him wanting and desperate all evening, until he couldn't stand it and was humiliated into asking? Where were all these ideas even coming from?
The confusion is plainer on his face than he realizes, and perhaps so is the way, when he looks up, his gaze falls to Sylvain's lips, the temptation to kiss them again blindsiding him entirely. ]
[ Sylvain's lips quirk as he takes in the man's dazed expression, the way he ducks his head, gaze averted. He also doesn't miss the way the man's gaze drifts to his mouth a moment later. ]
Neither am I. So we'll leave it where it is for now.
[ Tugging on the leash, he draws Basch closer until he can reach him to kiss him, slow and lazy. At the same time, he lets his other hand drop from the man's throat to press against the very obvious erection beneath his clothing. Grinding the heel of his palm against him, he pushes into Basch's personal space, murmuring the words against his lips. ]
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Thanks for the move!
[ There’s a smile in hive voice, underlying the quiet praise, and that curve of his lips deepens when Basch rocks against his thigh, chasing the friction offered there. The hand not gripping the leash and still holding it taut, lifts so he can tangle fingers in the man’s hair, tipping his head towards him and a moment later, he leans in to capture his lips in a rough, demanding kiss.
He knows what he’s doing, is accustomed to controlling the situation unfolding around him and he hardly minds it. Not when he’d felt the way Basch had relaxed against him when he’d narrowed down those choices. When he’d shown him that he could have what he wanted and Sylvain would happily give it. And he’d have to be blind to not be enjoying this back, watching the flush spread along the man’s skin as he hesitantly starts chasing what he wants. Or asking for it, in some cases.
In Sylvain’s mind, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here in the first place, so there’s no hesitation in him as he plunders Basch’s mouth with a hungry kiss, keeping him pinned in place while his fingers tighten their grip in the man’s hair. Positioning him just how he wanted, so the man would get the most out of the sensations created by it. The demand to surrender, and the freedom that came with such an act. ]
Re: Thanks for the move!
He moans deeper, one of his hands splaying across Sylvain's back to encourage the pressure of his arousal to grind against him, Even as his hips shudder. He can hardly move, pinned and overwhelmed like this, and finally, finally it lets his mind short out into blissful surrender.
This isn't the first time he's done this either, but it's always been in secret, with someone he ought not partner with given their duties. It's freeing, too, that this costs them nothing.
The fingers tighten in his hair, sending shivers through him. He lets his want channel into his kiss, far hungrier than he's let his voice betray. The pressure at his neck only makes it richer, a reminder he is both wanted and at his partner's mercy. ]
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From what he'd said earlier, he was okay with Sylvain being rough and with giving him commands, as well as a little humiliation, as long as Sylvain didn't break skin. Which wasn't really his thing anyway, so that wouldn't be an issue. But otherwise that gave him plenty to work with, he just had to figure out where to start.
Hmm. Maybe he should have picked up some of those toys on his way past, just in case. Oh well, he could make do without them.
Still keeping the pressure on Basch's cock as he keeps his thigh pressed firmly against him, he breaks away from the rough kiss to nip his way back the man's stubbled jaw, smiling faintly against his skin as he slides down his throat. His fingers remain clasped in his hair for the moment, tipping his head back to expose more vulnerable skin to him. ]
Tell me, Basch, have you ever sucked a man's cock before?
[ He has no idea how much experience the other man might have had, or what might or might not be acceptable in the world he comes from. Better to ask than accidentally cross a taboo line he didn't realize was there. ]
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The question comes, and he nods once. ]
Yes [ he gasps, some part of him wondering if that is a boon or a disappointment, if this man comes from a place where that is open or private or taboo. Truth be told, he's not entirely sure of his own world's rules, just that of the men and women he came up with, and it was always done behind closed doors, and that the men he liked tended to like to see him on his knees with their cock down his throat.
He liked it too. He knew he wasn't supposed to, especially as he climbed in rank -- another thing he had no interest in. He liked to do his job, follow orders, take care of others. He liked to be of use.
And, traitorously, he liked to be coveted by better men and women. Sylvain's attention has him as hot and helpless as the sensations themselves. ]
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He pulls back, giving a light tug on the leash he holds, stepping back - if a bit reluctant to relinquish the way he'd had him pinned against the wall, but there was only so much he could do in that position. There were other things he wanted to try. ]
Good. Let me see you on your knees for me, Basch. You already look so good in the leash and collar, I want to enjoy the entire picture of it.
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He’d forgotten, though, how he must look, or that that may be part of the appeal. The embarrassment at this ridiculous outfit and being kept like some pet washes through him again, this time with something more acidic: that he likes it.
It takes no further prodding for him to sink to his knees, head bowed even as his eyes rake in how equally eager Sylvain is and how strong his legs are. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, he spreads his hands around those legs, pressing his forehead to that rigid bulge even as the collar pulls at his neck. His voice comes out low and dazed. ]
Use me.
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And with Basch now on his knees before him, he makes sure the leash has enough slack to not cut off his airway before tangling the fingers of that hand in the man’s hair to take a guiding grip once more. ]
Oh, with pleasure. Is there anything else you’d like to request I do - or don’t do - before we start? And if not, you can start unfastening my trousers. Especially since you’re so eager.
[ It’s said with fond amusement, rather than letting the words become a cutting taunt. Sylvain’s well capable of both, but he much prefers praise to humiliation, if he has a say in it. ]
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That, and he loves the tight grip in his hair. ]
None that I can think of [ He murmurs after a moment of real thought. The encouraging praise makes his breath catch again. ] I -- like the balance you are striking.
[ It's difficult for him to ask for things, but this much he can muster, especially seeing that Sylvain wants the feedback. That said, it is easier to have a task than to sit in these feelings, and so he straightens, smoothing a hand down Sylvain's front before beginning to work the fastening. His own cock throbs in anticipation, and for a moment, he lets himself enjoy it. ]
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[ He combs long, agile fingers through Basch’s hair in silent encouragement as he watches him work from beneath thick lashes, his eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure. A smile lingers about the corner of his lips as he lets the man unfasten his pants, making another soft sound of satisfaction when they loosen and he rocks shallowly against Basch’s fingers. ]
You’re doing perfectly so far.
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Then there are fingers in his hair. His eyelids flutter shut, hands tightening on those legs as he leans blissfully against his heat for a moment. This is -- this is almost too decadent to withstand. But it could turn to cruelty, withholding what they're both after. He sits back, continuing his effort, breath shaky as Sylvain begins to rock.
Pants free, he loops his fingers in the waistband of those and the undergarment, working them down until he reaches in to guide Sylvain out. His cock is hard and ready, striving toward Basch's face. He nearly forgets to breathe, adjusting the undergarments so they are at a comfortable height before leaning his face against the hot shaft of skin, one set of fingers tracing lightly against his length a few times. Then the hand slides back, cupping his sack as he turns his lips to kiss slowly, widening his mouth to leave gentle wet circles all around him before he drags his tongue down the entire length to circle the tip.
He's teasing himself too, cock throbbing as he years to take the other in his mouth. He's happy to be fucked like this. ]
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[ Sylvain’s voice is low and husky, pleasure purred in his tone as his fingers tighten slightly in Basch’s hair in reaction. He’s long and thick, fortunately proportionate to his broad build, which is part of what made his reputation back home so easy to maintain.
Basch’s fingers and mouth against the sensitive skin of his cock has him twitching slightly, making a soft sound when the man’s tongue traces the length of him. He smiles as he shifts, pressing against the open seam of the man’s lips. ]
Open for me.
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Sylvain doesn’t let him tease long, and the order coupled with the demanding press of his cock sets him moaning again, obediently working his mouth around the admittedly thick cock. This is going to wear him out, and he’s so ready for it. One hand stays to hold him straight, the other sneaking around to firmly grip his ass cheek.
Starting to bob, his tongue keeps working Sylvain’s head, savoring the taste as he takes him deeper into his mouth. Another low groan, knowing it will go straight through his shaft. ]
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And also give him a chance to see how far Basch can take him. He’s not someone who actually finds choking someone on his cock to be all that sexy. Not unless that was the game, anyway.
So he keeps his fingers tangled in the man’s hair, guiding but not forcing. Enjoying the feel of the hold more than pushing him. ]
Good. Just like that. How much of me can you take?
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The hold in his hair is perfect. He is open to being guided more forcibly, but this is his favorite. Wanted, but trusted. It's a position he can accept care in, too, warmed by Sylvain checking his limits, warmed by that praise. With his shame set aside, he basks in it, feeling worthy in a way he so rarely does.
He hums in response, working more of himself around Sylvain, pulling back and going forward again until he reaches discomfort. He bobs a few more times, to make sure, then brings his hand to make a ring around the man's girth. Here, maybe half or two-thirds down. No matter. His hand can cover the rest comfortably. ]
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It has his gaze warming, pleased smile curling across his lips again as watches him. When Basch curls his fingers around the base of his cock to cover the rest, he nods in appreciation before tugging lightly on his hair again. His praise isn’t verbal this time, but he hopes it’s evident all the same as he rocks his hips forward, pressing in once more - going only so far as Basch had been able to take and no more. But it was plenty in itself, more than enough to chase his own pleasure. And the beautiful man on his knees had asked him to use him. He hardly wanted to disappoint, either. ]
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Basch moans at the way that gaze stirs something in him, not shy with his sounds now that they've already committed to this. He'll worry about having been heard later, when he's not so full of Sylvain and his gorgeous cock. The fingers in his hair are wonderful, easier to accept than words, and he moans again as Sylvain begins to rock, switch from giving head to letting himself be fucked.
He slackens his jaw, tongue welcoming the intrusion as he braces against the other man's height and strength, hand not guiding his cock straight reaching to the other asscheek for greater balance. His breathing increases, heavy through his nose, and the need to keep somewhat rigid while Sylvain pleasures himself is enough to make his head spin. He doesn't notice the way his grip gets tighter on ass or cock, but he certainly appreciates the way Sylvain's sack bounces against him, moans increasing as their pace does. ]
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Careful, always, not to push too far. But he might push just shy of it. He never crosses over that limit that Basch had set, but he takes him to the very edge of it, again and again. Fingers still gripping his hair, eyes dark and half-lidded with pleasure as his own breath comes in more ragged pants for air now. ]
Goddess, you're a beautiful sight like this.
[ There's a strain in his own voice, because he doesn't even bother attempting to hide how deeply he's affected by this. His rhythm occasionally stutters, but he's holding himself back as well. Dragging this out. Because no matter how they'd ended up in this scenario, he wants the other man to feel savored. ]
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The compliment, though, catches him by surprise, causing him to slip just enough to sputter. He's been told he's a sight, in mocking or in victory, but not in this sweetness, and certainly not giving him a word like beautiful. (Perhaps because those who knew him knew he'd spook, and those who did not were not there to be kind).
He rights himself, though, feeling the way Sylvain is starting to stutter. He digs his grip tighter, working his hand and mouth to give the other more stimulation. He lets his moan drag out, knowing the vibration is all the better, and his own hips rock in want, threatening to topple them both if he loses his grip. He wants to be worthy of the respect he's being given, wants to be a good memory.
And, truth be told, he wants his mouth properly fucked. Sylvain is taking such good care of him. ]
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That moan is delicious around his length and his breath hisses out again before he gives his own strained moan, body shuddering with a wave of pleasure.
He tips Basch’s head slightly back, eyes dark as he holds his gaze again. ]
I’m getting close. Do you want me to pull you off?
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He, for his part, misreads that Sylvain is perhaps irritated at the slip. Basch is; he should not be affected by someone he's only just met. But they find their rhythm again, and the uncomfortable disruption is past. Easy to leave it there with the way Sylvain shudders and moans back for him. Clearly the disruption was not too deep.
And then he's tipping Basch's head again, caring for him. Basch almost wants to push back down, just take Sylvain without saying anything, but that would not show proper respect for this much appreciate communication. He pulls his mouth off, hand still working the other, and meets his gaze steadily. ]
No. I would take all of you, if it pleases.
[ What he wants to say is, please cum against my mouth, but that's beyond his reach. ]
If my posture does not hold, press me back against the wall.
[ He can feel the strain in some of these still-weak muscles, and he'll do his best to endure, but he'd rather not lose their position with Sylvain so close. He dips his head again, taking Sylvain back in his mouth as his heart flutters, tongue seeking out his tip. The briny tang of precum greets him, and he moans again, bobbing his head encouragingly before Sylvain gets rocking again. ]
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He takes the words as the permission they are and increases his own speed now. Fucking into that wet heat as he chases his pleasure. Using him, as Basch had requested. He doesn’t push hard enough to unsettle Basch’s position because he doesn’t need to, bringing the other man to him instead, guiding with the firm grip in his hair. Absolute control, without ever leaking over into pain, or pushing those limits too far. It speaks to a well-honed control that Sylvain has spent a long time perfecting. ]
Just like that. And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?
[ His voice is low and husky, the strain showing more now as his hips stutter, pick up again, pleasure building from the constant friction, the delicious slide of lips and tongue, and the feeling of those moans vibrating around his cock.
He won’t mind if Basch can’t but having it to focus on, and then to be praised or rewarded for after is something he can offer even while he’s about to tip over into his own pleasure.
The orgasm hits him a few thrusts after, sharp and swift. He spills across the man’s tongue, although he manages to push deep just before, just shy of that limit once more. The breathy groan that accompanies it is genuine and husky, choked out as his eyes clench shut and his legs tremble for a moment. He manages to hold, however, long enough that his knees won’t buckle, and then gives a gentle tug to pull the man back to breathe again. ]
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And it's clear much of that is Sylvain's experience, which is all the more attractive -- both that he knows how to care for Basch, and that whatever his tastes are, Basch finds himself squarely in him. Perhaps that is why he forgets himself enough to take some initiative. He barely notices in the heat of things.
What he does notice is how husky Sylvain's voice is, how controlled the balance of want and restraint are. He hums again that question, purred as an order he's allowed to refuse. He doesn't want to, though. Especially not with the information that Sylvain wishes to see him do so, and -- shameful as it is -- there's likely to be praise behind pleasing them both.
Basch is just starting to think his endurance may dip as something changes in Sylvain, and a moment later the man is rigid, hot liquid pulsing into Basch's mouth. He chokes a little, struggling to swallow with his mouth still full, but he moans at the way Sylvain trembles. Again, that knowing hand guides him back, and he gasps deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and swallowing a few times. He tips back a little too far, the collar pulling on him, and has no objections to his face coming back near Sylvain's spent but still-hard cock. He leans his face lightly against it, squeezing the other's ass again as he takes a moment to catch his breath. ]
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He holds back the automatic compliment he might have given, because Basch on his knees, skin flushed and eyes dark with need, lips swollen - it is a beautiful sight. But recalling the reaction he’d gotten to that in the midst of things, he bites back the words for now. ]
I do believe that that, [ he pants out the words with a fond chuckle, but meaning every one of them. ] made everything else here today entirely worth it. You’ve done wonderfully for me, Basch. And…
[ He interrupts himself to crouch down before the man, bringing him to eye level again. And maybe giving his trembling knees a momentary break. His fingers slide back along the collar, where he’d heard a faint click a moment ago. ]
As I thought. You’re unlocked now. But I don’t have to remove it, if you’re not ready.
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It's a lot harder to remain relaxed as Sylvain pets his hair, crouching down glowing with praise and contentment. It's not that he dislikes it, at all, but he has no idea what to do with himself, head dipping and gaze averting.
He draws back momentarily, surprised at the fingers on his neck. Ah, of course. Released. He should be relieved.
He shouldn't be surprised at the choice Sylvain is giving him, the one he asked for.
It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's still clouded with want, because he doesn't have quite enough mental clarity to talk himself out of his feelings. ]
I...quite enjoyed that. I am in no hurry to leave your company.
[ All true. But what did he want? To take this off? To ask Sylvain to keep it taught and relieve him? To ask Sylvain not to relieve him, to leave him wanting and desperate all evening, until he couldn't stand it and was humiliated into asking? Where were all these ideas even coming from?
The confusion is plainer on his face than he realizes, and perhaps so is the way, when he looks up, his gaze falls to Sylvain's lips, the temptation to kiss them again blindsiding him entirely. ]
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Neither am I. So we'll leave it where it is for now.
[ Tugging on the leash, he draws Basch closer until he can reach him to kiss him, slow and lazy. At the same time, he lets his other hand drop from the man's throat to press against the very obvious erection beneath his clothing. Grinding the heel of his palm against him, he pushes into Basch's personal space, murmuring the words against his lips. ]
And as for this...?
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ty for the beautiful setting description
I hope it works! feel free to add whatever you want or what might useful/fun ;)
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some day he'll make a decision off the bat. not today.
It’s a work in progress ;)
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