[ Sylvain jolts awake a moment later at the feel of that hand on his leg. His eyes are wide and dark and his cock... no, he definitely spilled in his dreams, how embarrassing. He hasn't done that since he was a teenager. Except his body is still thrumming with heated pleasure, the echo of those touches, the desperation that had filled him.
Even as he jolts up on one elbow, skin flushed and eyes wide and dark, he can feel the way his pulse races, the way he's still out of breath.
He stares at Basch, lips parted in shock as his mind tries to wrap around what had just happened. ]
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Even as he jolts up on one elbow, skin flushed and eyes wide and dark, he can feel the way his pulse races, the way he's still out of breath.
He stares at Basch, lips parted in shock as his mind tries to wrap around what had just happened. ]
Holy shit.