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[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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?

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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.

[bardische]

[ o-oh

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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

And as for this...?

[bardische]

[ bless him for making a decision where Basch cannot. And the one Basch had hoped for.

His breath catches as the leash pulls, his reward a slow, comfortable kiss. Feeling bolder than before, he brings one hand to Sylvain's side and the other to cradle his neck. It takes nothing to get him moaning again, and that's before Sylvain is quite assertively teasing his bulge. Basch's head snaps back, a sharp sound as his grip tightens. ]

I -- want your touch [ he admits, as if that weren't overtly obvious. ] But I could be made to wait. [ Or...dare he ask....? ] Or both, if your hunger is not yet sated.

[philancer]

Oh, I have a feeling my hunger isn't going to be sated anytime soon.

[ The words are a low, pleased purr as he strokes Basch through his pants, still leaning close so he can kiss his way back the man's jaw now that his head has fallen back. He crowds into him, pressing him backwards, since they're both already on the floor anyway. He doesn't care, they don't have far to go this way. ]

And I will almost always choose 'both' if it is an option. Maybe I'm just greedy. Why don't we do this. We'll take the edge off for now and then, after you've made it through the evening wearing this for me, I'll reward you with something... a little more in-depth.

[bardische]

[ Basch is nearly paralyzed with the attention, his ragged breathing punctuated by an occasional whimper of both pleasure and the very real impulse to bolt. He appreciates Sylvain cornering him, physically and emotionally, because he wants to be here, he just doesn't know how.

The kisses against his jaw are good. So his the hand on his pants. And he finally moans, shoulders relaxing as Sylvain spins how the evening can go. A plan is safe, is something he can attach to, and glory this one sounds beautiful. ]

You take good care of me. Thank you. [ He lets his hands stray to Sylvain's chest, wanting something to grip as his hips struggle with touch. He can't think too hard about the fact that they're on the floor of a stall in a shop or he'll lose his nerve. Pleasuring someone else is always so much easier than being treated gently. But -- gods help him, he wants both. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain can feel the man beneath him occasionally tensing, wavering back and forth between distraction and something else. He can't tell if it's because of his arousal or if there's something else going on behind the lust-dazed eyes.

It has him treading carefully, keeping track of every reaction as fingers deftly flick the fastenings of the man's pants open, sliding the fabric out of the way to free the man's cock. Calloused fingers quickly encircle it, stroking him with deliberate slowness as his lips continue to trail along Basch's jaw and throat. Keeping him breathless, dragging out more of those delicious moans and whimpers. ]

Oh, trust me. It is entirely my pleasure. Especially if you keep making noises like that.

[bardische]

[ The more crowded he becomes, the easier it is to focus on just enjoying this. His back presses against the stall wall, and Sylvain's head obscures his vision. His stomach flips at the hands knowingly parting his pants, but its the touch to his cock that finally has him moaning and shuddering.

Slow. Knowing. Playing with him. It's excruciating to have to sit in so much pleasure, his breath ragged. His hands cling to whatever they can find, like a life raft. ]

I am...helpless not to... [ he admits, groaning again. Sylvain knows exactly what he is doing, playing Basch like an instrument. The shame bubbles again. Was he so easy, so transparent? But he cannot be angry. It is a strange thing, to be so seen and -- if he dare admit -- savored, even as it makes him so powerless. Some part of him is afraid, sure there is something cruel coming after this. It turns him on as much as it makes him weak, but he cannot stop. He's too far in, and his release has begun to build. ]

[philancer]

Not helpless.

[ Sylvain trails back up to kiss him again, because he's figuring out Basch does better when he doesn't have to think about things. His fingers curl around the man's arousal a little more firmly, stroking him with deliberate intent now. Not pushing him too far too fast, though.

Yes, he said he'd take the edge off, but he's also enjoying the sight of the man unraveling in pleasure. ]

There's a balance in this, too.

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't point out that that balance only exists because Sylvain maintains it. If he wanted to push past Basch's preferences, he would not stop it. It eludes him that this is still balance; Sylvain would not do that, and that is why this is happening at all.

A man can only fight so many of his tendencies at once.

And enduring how knowing and -- dare he think it -- sweet Sylvain is takes so much from him. He almost wants to ask the man to be rougher, faster, but it doesn't quite meet his tongue, because this is so good and Sylvain is clearly pleased. If the man wants to watch Basch whimper and squirm, well, the thought makes his hips cant against the other, his grip on his chest and shoulder becoming more needy.

He doesn't know what to say, and so he doesn't, just meeting that kiss with a desperate want he doesn't otherwise betray, a whimpering moan as his arousal starts to tip to need. He tries to hold back, but it's not long before he's rocking against Sylvain's hand, braced against the other man's weight pinning him to the dressing room wall. ]

[philancer]

[ Watching him whimper and squirm is a delicious sight, and one that Sylvain is enjoying immensely. But he can also feel the shift as that need deepens, Basch pushed closer and closer to that precipice.

Which he has every intention of shoving him over, but it would be a shame to ruin this very flattering outfit he wears, especially when Sylvain wants to spend more time admiring how tight those pants are.

Which is why he breaks away from the kiss after a moment and slides down the man's body without warning. Only to cast him a smirk and wink before bending his head and swirling his tongue around the tip of his arousal.

He doesn't linger there - although he's tempted to, because he's always had a bit of an oral fetish he enjoys indulging. But he suspects Basch might be too far gone for that and he wants to make sure he enjoys this fully as well. So he doesn't linger before letting his head bob down to suck the man deep, taking as much of him as he can and wetting his skin along the way as his tongue teases along the underside of it. It's a hint of the rougher and definitely the faster as fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking him as he lets his head bob downwards again. ]

[bardische]

[ It had been nowhere on Basch's mind that Sylvain may do this, and he hardly has time to process the cheeky wink before he lets out a cry so loud that the entire shop has likely heard him. He bites his cheek, trying to clamp it down, but he's trembling with the stimulation of Sylvain on his cock.

It shouldn't surprise him that the other is just as skilled at this as everything else, nor how deep Sylvain takes him, but it does. He hardly lasts before he buries his hands in Sylvain's hair, thighs pressing against him. ]

Please [ Basch gasps. Mercy. Don't stop. Then he's whimpering again, eyes closing, and he loses his last bit of restraint, body moving hungrily against Sylvain and his mind blissfully empty. ]

[philancer]

[ The plea brings a smile to his lips, as do the hands gripping in his hair. He hums his satisfaction around the cock in his mouth, thoroughly enjoying how quickly and ultimately Basch had lost himself.

Hands grip the man's hips tightly as Sylvain turns his full focus on the man beneath him, working him deeper with each bob of his head. He feels him nudge against the back of his throat and slows slightly, relaxing the muscles there so he can swallow around him, knowing that will feel even more intense.

He loves how responsive he is. How beautiful he is when he gets lost in chasing his pleasure. Sylvain's eyes are dark as he watches up the length of Basch's body, gaze locked on his face so he can catch every expression that flashes across it. ]

[bardische]

[ A good thing it isn't noted, because he would feel shame, too, for not lasting longer, no matter how long he served Sylvain first.

He hits the back of Sylvain's throat and cries out, shuddering against him. He wants to say the other doesn't need to, but Sylvain is in control for one, and for another he's already adjusting himself, and gods it's almost too much to handle.

Which means he's rocking, near thoughtless, chasing the release his body has been promised even if he has to deaden his mind to get there. Two years with no touch save the lash or rough hands changing shackles, and now he's so inundated with it that he's dazed and hungry all at once. Gods help him or gods bless him that this person is enjoying the show.

Basch's breath becomes labored, jutting faster and more eratically as he clings to the form that thankfully holds steady against the brunt of his movement. It's not long before his breath catches, resumes, then catches entirely. Release washes through him, paralyzing him as the sensation becomes too much.

And then he's gasping, absolutely trembling as he goes slack, barely able to find words. His too-senstive cock sits in Sylvain's mouth as the other swallows. He whimpers, hips titling on their own, chasing more when he absolutely cannot handle it. ]

[philancer]

[ He can tell Basch is about to come maybe before the man even realizes it himself. It has him pulling back just enough that he can take it all, tongue coaxing him over that last ledge, and then swallowing around him as he spills down his throat. He hums his satisfaction at that and then Basch is tipping down the other side, shuddering and slumping against the all and he pulls off of him for now with one last slide of his tongue.

Lips slightly swollen now, he props himself on one elbow, only to smile up the line of Basch's body now, drinking in the sight of him gasping for breath, skin flushed and muscles still trembling. His gaze is clearly appreciative. ]

Was that enough to ease the ache for now, or shall we go again? [ He's gently teasing him, warm humor in amber eyes as he soothes a hand against Basch's thigh, giving him a moment to catch his breath and recover from his orgasm. ]

[bardische]

[ His vision is clearing enough to take Sylvain in, and it sends a wholly other shiver through him to be looked at like that, approving and still hungry, but in a deeper, slower way. A way that says he's going to be pursued again. He isn't...entirely sure how he feels about that, past it sending a final throb through his slackening cock. ]

I fear I'm thoroughly spent my -- sir. [ He says it apologetically, before his brain catches up that he's being teased, and so he attempts a weak smile. The hand on his thigh was ... affectionate, not an attempt to use him further, and that was difficult for his mind to accept.

He isn't sure if the lead's magic still works, or it's simply Sylvain's charm, but he does manage to make himself say [ ] Was the experience satisfactory enough that you'll be keeping me? [ His heart skips. He knows it was, but asking is something else entirely.

Being kept is something else entirely. ]