[ Another tentacle brushes Sylvain's hair back as Basch reaches out to cup his warm face. His body is warm, a want growing in him. He's dreamed of this for a long time, and this isn't how he'd meant it to happen, but he's glad it did, because his sunset-haired sailor would likely have perished if Basch had not been here to save him. ]
You can breathe now. You're safe.
[ Well, from the storm and the water anyway. Seeing him near-drowning like that made Basch's heart sick, but his lower regions stir, and his eyes rake over Sylvain's mouth, already wondering what it would look like with one of his sinuous limbs pressed down it. ]
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You can breathe now. You're safe.
[ Well, from the storm and the water anyway. Seeing him near-drowning like that made Basch's heart sick, but his lower regions stir, and his eyes rake over Sylvain's mouth, already wondering what it would look like with one of his sinuous limbs pressed down it. ]