[ 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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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. ]