[ That assertion rolls through him, warm and slow like honey. He ought not be doing this, catching warm feelings like a boy fresh to the Academy, basking in the pretty words of a man he's only just met.
But he's also had 20 years of life since then. He knows he is not the sort to feel at ease with very many, let alone buoyant with the knowledge they find him surprising or good or attractive. He still expects this to wilt with the morning, and if not with that, then with a few weeks. He knows what he is: a stick in the mud, an odd outsider, a broken, possibly cursed old soldier. He was not built for pleasure or companionship. And normally he let that steer.
But for some reason, this place, or this night, or perhaps just Sylvain, he's having a harder time worrying about the inevitable end and instead just...enjoying what he has while he has it. He kisses back warmly, sighing as Sylvain breaks off to turn his attention to his knee and inner thigh. He does not stem the languid hum of pleasure it pulls from him, nor does he struggle away from the growing arousal being so prone and so...doted on is stirring up in him. ]
I am not sure I can handle twice as much touching.
[ It's a warm tease, not a warning, his breath catching as he catched Sylvain looking. That touch makes him groan, his abs contorting and the swing swaying lightly, making his stomach bubble. He bites his lip, head tilting back as Sylvain's finger trails down and starts to tease his still-slick entrance. Stuck like this, all he can do is enjoy it. It's such a relief.
Even the compliment sticks a little better. He does not flinch or protest it, and he thinks he believes Sylvain. ]
Oh, I never said I would give up the touching. Especially if you keep making those noises.
[ The smile is audible in Sylvain’s voice as his hands tease and stroke. But it’s not long before touching isn’t enough either and he sways the swing a little closer to bring Basch within reach and bends his head to swipe his tongue up the underside of the man’s cock, only to swirl it teasingly about the tip. Enjoying the opportunity to turn the tables on him now. ]
Then I won't, [ Basch manages to breathe out before his voice is swallowed in a whimpering moan. Already, it's so much stimulation, heightened by how difficult it is for him to move and how the swing sways.
He curses softly as Sylvain drags his tongue up his cock, leaving it wet and wanting, teasing at his head. His sounds turn to a whine, hips trying to move, body swaying, helpless to do anything but receive and wait.
[ His hands come to grasp the swing and he decides to try something different. He lets the movement of the swing - and Basch in it - guide how deep he takes the man’s cock. Letting the motion of it drag the man close and away. It’s not perfect, but it’s just different enough to make the sensations stand out as unique.
And if he had to get a little creative to do this, then that was fine. Besides. Those noises the man made as he teased him, worked him deep and released him again, made the entire thing worth it.
At least his skill - and his oral fixation - means that this is as much fun for him, and he enjoys taking the man deep enough that his throat works around the tip, taking him deep enough that he has to relax his throat to take him deeper into it.
And through it all, he watches up the line of the man’s body, not wanting to miss any of those blissful expressions or the noises he makes. ]
[ He's not quite sure what Sylvain is doing, and it takes him a swing or two to realize. He breathes in sharply, worried about the depth, worried that any movement he makes will disturb the way this is set up, and then he exhales in absolute pleasure, surrendering to having to hold still as Sylvain orchestrates this.
How Sylvain takes him so well and keeps an eye is beyond Basch, and the combination of it all means he's groaning, lowly breathing the other's name, aware he's going to get louder before this is through. ]
How are you...this remarkable? [ he asks, breathless, near whimpering, before hissing his name. He's not going to last, not with all this sensation and delicious need to control his own movement. ]
[ A chuckle vibrates around the man’s length a moment before he sways back again, pulling him away from that wet heat enough for Sylvain to smirk up the length of Basch’s body. ]
You know, we’ve tried a lot of different things, but I hadn’t yet gotten to sate my own oral fetish for getting a taste of you. I may have spent far too much time thinking about exploring every inch of your skin with my tongue. Leaving marks in your flesh with my teeth.
Oh, and getting to do this…
[ Hands tug the swing back in his direction again, but this time, instead of aiming for Basch’s cock, Sylvain lets his mouth move lower. Swiping his tongue over that tight ring of muscle instead, tasting a mix of seed and the sweet tang of the oil they’d used earlier. But his real purpose is to grip the man’s hips and hold him in place now as he delves in to tease the man with his tongue, knowing he’ll still be more sensitive than normal here, after having been fucked so recently. ]
[ Basch’s eyes widen as Sylvia’s speaks, breath jagged from how deep Sylvain had taken him, stimulating even without the suspension and relinquishing of control.
But now he’s having to adjust his calculations, because he hadn’t accounted for the other man liking to give as well as he got — better, arguably, as he was much more creative and teasing than Basch. But he really hadn’t considered that any thought spent on him would be so thorough, and it makes him feel weak and untethered, like he wants to run and insist he isn’t worthy of that, but be it this place or the binds of the swing keeping him in place, he manages to set that aside and instead lock gazes, sitting in the odd feeling of being so desired.
Which he’s trying to process when Sylvain’s hands guide him back and his mouth moves down. He cries out, body trying to spread wider, completely overwhelmed. This is not a sensation he’s experienced before, and it’s hardly a moment before his abdomen is shuddering, body unsure how to take the wonderful feeling, mind unsure how to take this man who pushed him around so easily also wanting to put his tongue up his ass. An odd thing to feel sentimental for, but he did, some ring of trust growing tighter and deeper.
He whines, hands clenching. ]
I…want to pull your hair and wrap my legs around you.
[ A chuckle, as he teases that tight ring of muscle with his tongue, delving deeper inside before withdrawing again. Relishing the way Basch's body reacts, as if he didn't know which way to pull. He's sure the swing only emphasizes that feeling more. ]
Ahh, but then you wouldn't feel so deliciously helpless as I had my way with your body. Finding all those places that draw those needy little noises from you. Has anyone ever had you this way before, Basch? I think not, which is truly a shame. Does it feel good?
[ he doesn't bother waiting for an answer before he delves back in to repeat the torment. And lets his fingers join as his tongue spears into the other man once more. He stretches so easily now, after Sylvain had fucked him so thoroughly earlier, but his body still reacts so deliciously to all the attention. ]
[ The break is welcome, as is Sylvain’s warm chuckle. He’s right, too. Basch knows he’s enjoying this more for being so helpless and surrendered. The sensation, too, of the sway, the restraints, knowing Sylvia’s could guide him any way he wanted. ]
You…read me like I am obvious.
[ Not a complaint, and less shame in it than their first meeting. Sylvain clearly enjoys having him in this surrender, and that sends heat through his already flushed body, arching again at Sylvain’s tongue and fingers, sending himself bobbing and swaying. ]
No. Only you. I — [ He moans, the muscles in his abdomen clenching and jutting, cock throbbing. He’s so sensitive still, and never has he felt a tongue like this. ] You feel amazing. Every time. I don’t —
[ Sylvain corrects him gently as he presses open-mouthed kisses to Basch’s flushed skin. Feeling every tremble, every clench, every shudder that sweeps through the other man in his pleasure. He hums, pleased that this little venture was so well-received. He’d have to remember that for next time. He likes making Basch speechless with want. ]
But I like that you don’t try and hide it. Or fake any of it. You are open, and that is refreshing all in itself. Let yourself feel, Basch, all of it, let it wash over you. Trust me, I take every sound and shudder and cry you make as encouragement to keep giving you more. Something I doubt you have objections to.
[ He slides his fingers a little deeper into the man’s eager body, scissoring them within him. He’s still open from earlier so there’s much less resistance this time, and he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves easily as he brushes calloused fingertips over it. ]
[ 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 smiles as he tongues and sucks at Basch’s balls before dipping low again to slide his tongue into the man’s body alongside his fingers, continuing the stimulations.
He, too, is very glad they decided to try this, because Basch is gorgeous like this, expression lost in the pleasure he feels, body struggling against the restraints of the swing but not truly trying to pull free. Just needing that feeling of being held back, something Sylvain understands all too well.
And when he needs to use his fingers more, to get deeper, he turns his head slightly, teeth working against the inside of the man’s thigh, leaving red crescents as he presses down into the soft flesh, still grinning all the while. ]
[ he shudders and moans against the sensations assaulting his sack, pulling harder against the restraints and melting into bliss at getting no farther than a light bob in the swing. It’s like so much he has to keep carefully restrained flows into the tightness at his limbs instead, leaving him helpless and free to just enjoy the sensations.
And Sylvain is just…so good at this. He whimpers against the mix of tongue and finger, hips rocking and thighs clenching, and when those teeth turn to that delicate inner flesh he curses, gasping Sylvain’s name. His muscles are getting sore from contracting, and he can feel the heat threatening to spill, his body tighter and tighter as he pants and moans, wanting more, needing more, and aware he will be useless as soon as he comes. This is dizzying, and he’s already been spent so many times today. ]
Mmm, as tempted as I am to keep you right on that edge and play a while longer… I’m not feeling that cruel tonight. Come for me then, Basch. Let me watch you come without me even having to touch your pretty cock.
[ And he’ll lean forward to let his tongue delve deep again, giving him that wet heat in pleasure and stimulation as he crooks his fingers, purposefully aiming for the man’s prostate as he takes in the way he clenches and shudders around him.
He hadn;t been lying when he said he found him beautiful like this, and he didn’t want to miss even a moment of Basch’s pleasure. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He's surprised yet again, when the main act finishes and Sylvain's touch is still there, gentle and teasing and pleased. His eyes fall shut, panting as he revels in it and tries to catch his breath.
He's unsure about the compliment, but he does not fight it. He does fully believe Sylvain's pride, though. ]
I had no chance.
[ It's found, but cut off with another cry as a kiss crosses to his cock, and then there is a tongue again, one he knows is seeking his seed. Never has he had someone order and direct who also so deeply wishes to enjoy him like this. He opens his eyes, looking down to that warm, sated gaze, his cock in that mouth again. ]
I do not understand why you are drawn enough to me to linger so, but I am humbled and glad to see you so pleased. I think...there is little I wouldn't do if I knew it would earn that look.
[ It makes his stomach twist, being that honest while being so physically vulnerable. Or perhaps that what gives him the chance to say it. ]
You don’t have to understand it, just accept that I do. And I am very pleased with you, Basch.
[ One more light kiss to the tip of his cock before Sylvain pushes upright once more. With careful hands, he frees the man’s wrists and ankles from the swing before offering him a hand to help him up. ]
Why don’t we go try out those cushions for a bit. See if they’re as comfy as they look? I think we’ve both earned a bit of a reprieve.
[ Basch is too spent and too speechless for words, so he just nods. He fully expects Sylvain will be gone come morning, but it does not dampen the magic of company enjoyed. He waits patiently, eyes closed and head pressed against Sylvain's chest as the man undoes his bounds, taking the offered hand.
Even when he stands, he is weak on his knees. ]
I was beginning to think your stamina had no end.
[ He lets Sylvain lead the way, hiding winces with practiced ease. He is still not healed from prison, and their activity has strained him. Not that he regrets it. ]
[ He very nearly scoops Basch up and carries him over to the pile of cushions awaiting them, but he didn’t think the other man would appreciate that and he doesn’t know him as well as some of his other friends yet, who he would have embarrassed in good fun or just to make them grump at him.
But he doesn’t miss that wince, or the unsteadiness, so the arm that twines about the man’s waist is casual and disguised as merely a need to continue touching him and not at all to help steady his balance, nope. ]
Technically, it was your stamina we were testing that last time.
[ he points this out with a wink as he guides him towards the cushions, and then carefully drags him down with him. Stretching out on his back, he tucks Basch in against his side, letting the man find a position he was comfortable with, although Sylvain still kept an arm twined about him, fingers skating against his skin. ]
[ And Basch does not miss a supportive gesture hidden behind camaraderie; a trick he himself used often, though he doesn't protest it. It just makes him discount the affection in it.
It's harder to dismiss it when Sylvain, true to his word, pulls Basch down against his side, arm still around him, fingers still tracing his skin. ]
It's not what it used to be [ Basch admits, tentatively settling his head on Sylvain's chest. He can feel his heart gaining speed again. This -- he has little experience with. It's been such a long time, it almost feels fake. ] Though a good deal stronger than I expected.
[ Even so, he can feel the ragged edges of sleep pressing at the back of his mind. ]
[ Sylvain gives a chuckle that rumbles through his chest, beneath Basch’s cheek. Turning his head, he presses a light kiss to the top of the man’s head, even as his hand soothes along the line of his spine. They were both naked still, but the temperature in here was tropical and warm and it wasn’t uncomfortable. Although if anyone wandered into the clearing, they’d get quite the view. Not that he had the energy to care about that right now.
He could feel how exhausted the other man was, and with good reason. ]
You did good, Basch. All of it. Rest now. I’ve got you.
[ It might be a foolish, naive thing to believe, but right now he's too tired to fight his own mind. And with an arm around him and a heart beating under his cheek, he very much feels like Sylvain has him, and for now, he can just enjoy that. ]
I would gladly serve you again. [ His voice is already nearly a grumble, and in another few breaths, he's fallen asleep. ]
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But he's also had 20 years of life since then. He knows he is not the sort to feel at ease with very many, let alone buoyant with the knowledge they find him surprising or good or attractive. He still expects this to wilt with the morning, and if not with that, then with a few weeks. He knows what he is: a stick in the mud, an odd outsider, a broken, possibly cursed old soldier. He was not built for pleasure or companionship. And normally he let that steer.
But for some reason, this place, or this night, or perhaps just Sylvain, he's having a harder time worrying about the inevitable end and instead just...enjoying what he has while he has it. He kisses back warmly, sighing as Sylvain breaks off to turn his attention to his knee and inner thigh. He does not stem the languid hum of pleasure it pulls from him, nor does he struggle away from the growing arousal being so prone and so...doted on is stirring up in him. ]
I am not sure I can handle twice as much touching.
[ It's a warm tease, not a warning, his breath catching as he catched Sylvain looking. That touch makes him groan, his abs contorting and the swing swaying lightly, making his stomach bubble. He bites his lip, head tilting back as Sylvain's finger trails down and starts to tease his still-slick entrance. Stuck like this, all he can do is enjoy it. It's such a relief.
Even the compliment sticks a little better. He does not flinch or protest it, and he thinks he believes Sylvain. ]
You could not, not without touching.
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[ The smile is audible in Sylvain’s voice as his hands tease and stroke. But it’s not long before touching isn’t enough either and he sways the swing a little closer to bring Basch within reach and bends his head to swipe his tongue up the underside of the man’s cock, only to swirl it teasingly about the tip. Enjoying the opportunity to turn the tables on him now. ]
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He curses softly as Sylvain drags his tongue up his cock, leaving it wet and wanting, teasing at his head. His sounds turn to a whine, hips trying to move, body swaying, helpless to do anything but receive and wait.
He wants, he wants so deeply.</small. ]
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And if he had to get a little creative to do this, then that was fine. Besides. Those noises the man made as he teased him, worked him deep and released him again, made the entire thing worth it.
At least his skill - and his oral fixation - means that this is as much fun for him, and he enjoys taking the man deep enough that his throat works around the tip, taking him deep enough that he has to relax his throat to take him deeper into it.
And through it all, he watches up the line of the man’s body, not wanting to miss any of those blissful expressions or the noises he makes. ]
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How Sylvain takes him so well and keeps an eye is beyond Basch, and the combination of it all means he's groaning, lowly breathing the other's name, aware he's going to get louder before this is through. ]
How are you...this remarkable? [ he asks, breathless, near whimpering, before hissing his name. He's not going to last, not with all this sensation and delicious need to control his own movement. ]
Gods you feel divine.
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You know, we’ve tried a lot of different things, but I hadn’t yet gotten to sate my own oral fetish for getting a taste of you. I may have spent far too much time thinking about exploring every inch of your skin with my tongue. Leaving marks in your flesh with my teeth.
Oh, and getting to do this…
[ Hands tug the swing back in his direction again, but this time, instead of aiming for Basch’s cock, Sylvain lets his mouth move lower. Swiping his tongue over that tight ring of muscle instead, tasting a mix of seed and the sweet tang of the oil they’d used earlier. But his real purpose is to grip the man’s hips and hold him in place now as he delves in to tease the man with his tongue, knowing he’ll still be more sensitive than normal here, after having been fucked so recently. ]
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But now he’s having to adjust his calculations, because he hadn’t accounted for the other man liking to give as well as he got — better, arguably, as he was much more creative and teasing than Basch. But he really hadn’t considered that any thought spent on him would be so thorough, and it makes him feel weak and untethered, like he wants to run and insist he isn’t worthy of that, but be it this place or the binds of the swing keeping him in place, he manages to set that aside and instead lock gazes, sitting in the odd feeling of being so desired.
Which he’s trying to process when Sylvain’s hands guide him back and his mouth moves down. He cries out, body trying to spread wider, completely overwhelmed. This is not a sensation he’s experienced before, and it’s hardly a moment before his abdomen is shuddering, body unsure how to take the wonderful feeling, mind unsure how to take this man who pushed him around so easily also wanting to put his tongue up his ass. An odd thing to feel sentimental for, but he did, some ring of trust growing tighter and deeper.
He whines, hands clenching. ]
I…want to pull your hair and wrap my legs around you.
[ A grunt of effort, then a whimpering moan. ]
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Ahh, but then you wouldn't feel so deliciously helpless as I had my way with your body. Finding all those places that draw those needy little noises from you. Has anyone ever had you this way before, Basch? I think not, which is truly a shame. Does it feel good?
[ he doesn't bother waiting for an answer before he delves back in to repeat the torment. And lets his fingers join as his tongue spears into the other man once more. He stretches so easily now, after Sylvain had fucked him so thoroughly earlier, but his body still reacts so deliciously to all the attention. ]
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You…read me like I am obvious.
[ Not a complaint, and less shame in it than their first meeting. Sylvain clearly enjoys having him in this surrender, and that sends heat through his already flushed body, arching again at Sylvain’s tongue and fingers, sending himself bobbing and swaying. ]
No. Only you. I — [ He moans, the muscles in his abdomen clenching and jutting, cock throbbing. He’s so sensitive still, and never has he felt a tongue like this. ] You feel amazing. Every time. I don’t —
[ It’s lost, and he stops trying to speak. ]
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[ Sylvain corrects him gently as he presses open-mouthed kisses to Basch’s flushed skin. Feeling every tremble, every clench, every shudder that sweeps through the other man in his pleasure. He hums, pleased that this little venture was so well-received. He’d have to remember that for next time. He likes making Basch speechless with want. ]
But I like that you don’t try and hide it. Or fake any of it. You are open, and that is refreshing all in itself. Let yourself feel, Basch, all of it, let it wash over you. Trust me, I take every sound and shudder and cry you make as encouragement to keep giving you more. Something I doubt you have objections to.
[ He slides his fingers a little deeper into the man’s eager body, scissoring them within him. He’s still open from earlier so there’s much less resistance this time, and he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves easily as he brushes calloused fingertips over it. ]
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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. ]
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He, too, is very glad they decided to try this, because Basch is gorgeous like this, expression lost in the pleasure he feels, body struggling against the restraints of the swing but not truly trying to pull free. Just needing that feeling of being held back, something Sylvain understands all too well.
And when he needs to use his fingers more, to get deeper, he turns his head slightly, teeth working against the inside of the man’s thigh, leaving red crescents as he presses down into the soft flesh, still grinning all the while. ]
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And Sylvain is just…so good at this. He whimpers against the mix of tongue and finger, hips rocking and thighs clenching, and when those teeth turn to that delicate inner flesh he curses, gasping Sylvain’s name. His muscles are getting sore from contracting, and he can feel the heat threatening to spill, his body tighter and tighter as he pants and moans, wanting more, needing more, and aware he will be useless as soon as he comes. This is dizzying, and he’s already been spent so many times today. ]
I’m — close — fuck, Sylvain, fuck.
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[ And he’ll lean forward to let his tongue delve deep again, giving him that wet heat in pleasure and stimulation as he crooks his fingers, purposefully aiming for the man’s prostate as he takes in the way he clenches and shudders around him.
He hadn;t been lying when he said he found him beautiful like this, and he didn’t want to miss even a moment of Basch’s pleasure. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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He's unsure about the compliment, but he does not fight it. He does fully believe Sylvain's pride, though. ]
I had no chance.
[ It's found, but cut off with another cry as a kiss crosses to his cock, and then there is a tongue again, one he knows is seeking his seed. Never has he had someone order and direct who also so deeply wishes to enjoy him like this. He opens his eyes, looking down to that warm, sated gaze, his cock in that mouth again. ]
I do not understand why you are drawn enough to me to linger so, but I am humbled and glad to see you so pleased. I think...there is little I wouldn't do if I knew it would earn that look.
[ It makes his stomach twist, being that honest while being so physically vulnerable. Or perhaps that what gives him the chance to say it. ]
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[ One more light kiss to the tip of his cock before Sylvain pushes upright once more. With careful hands, he frees the man’s wrists and ankles from the swing before offering him a hand to help him up. ]
Why don’t we go try out those cushions for a bit. See if they’re as comfy as they look? I think we’ve both earned a bit of a reprieve.
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Even when he stands, he is weak on his knees. ]
I was beginning to think your stamina had no end.
[ He lets Sylvain lead the way, hiding winces with practiced ease. He is still not healed from prison, and their activity has strained him. Not that he regrets it. ]
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But he doesn’t miss that wince, or the unsteadiness, so the arm that twines about the man’s waist is casual and disguised as merely a need to continue touching him and not at all to help steady his balance, nope. ]
Technically, it was your stamina we were testing that last time.
[ he points this out with a wink as he guides him towards the cushions, and then carefully drags him down with him. Stretching out on his back, he tucks Basch in against his side, letting the man find a position he was comfortable with, although Sylvain still kept an arm twined about him, fingers skating against his skin. ]
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It's harder to dismiss it when Sylvain, true to his word, pulls Basch down against his side, arm still around him, fingers still tracing his skin. ]
It's not what it used to be [ Basch admits, tentatively settling his head on Sylvain's chest. He can feel his heart gaining speed again. This -- he has little experience with. It's been such a long time, it almost feels fake. ] Though a good deal stronger than I expected.
[ Even so, he can feel the ragged edges of sleep pressing at the back of his mind. ]
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He could feel how exhausted the other man was, and with good reason. ]
You did good, Basch. All of it. Rest now. I’ve got you.
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I would gladly serve you again. [ His voice is already nearly a grumble, and in another few breaths, he's fallen asleep. ]