[ Any pretense to drag this out is gone. He just wants, fiercely, and he's going to take. Sylvain struggling so pleasantly against him only drives that heat higher, and his tentacles slink tighter, tug further, tease deeper, searching for limits, searching for release.
Because Basch is flush from head to sensitive tips, entire body pulsing with want. He can feel the tension coiling in him, threatening to explode, his own breath ragged as he drinks in how beautiful Sylvain is, how drowned he looks choking on that tentacle even as tongue and ass clench around Basch, begging for more, how he feels the vibrations of Sylvain's moans everywhere.
Basch's hand wraps around that leaking cock, thumb teasing the head as he starts a relentless pace, everything pushing, pushing, wanting to break, wanting to explode, and he pulls Sylvain close to him in every way he can, pinching skin, straining muscles, penetrating deep, deep--
Basch cries out first, his spine arching as all eight of his appendages tighten and then spew of a sticky, salty substance that leaves him dizzy, heat blissfully wracking through him, eyes wide and hungry and sated as he knows this human has been forever marked as his, as his eyes continue to drink in the way the other's body takes so much of him, and his hand doesn't falter, wanting the release to be so all-consuming the other can only fall limply into his arms. ]
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Date: 2024-07-08 11:02 pm (UTC)Because Basch is flush from head to sensitive tips, entire body pulsing with want. He can feel the tension coiling in him, threatening to explode, his own breath ragged as he drinks in how beautiful Sylvain is, how drowned he looks choking on that tentacle even as tongue and ass clench around Basch, begging for more, how he feels the vibrations of Sylvain's moans everywhere.
Basch's hand wraps around that leaking cock, thumb teasing the head as he starts a relentless pace, everything pushing, pushing, wanting to break, wanting to explode, and he pulls Sylvain close to him in every way he can, pinching skin, straining muscles, penetrating deep, deep--
Basch cries out first, his spine arching as all eight of his appendages tighten and then spew of a sticky, salty substance that leaves him dizzy, heat blissfully wracking through him, eyes wide and hungry and sated as he knows this human has been forever marked as his, as his eyes continue to drink in the way the other's body takes so much of him, and his hand doesn't falter, wanting the release to be so all-consuming the other can only fall limply into his arms. ]