[ He makes a sudden muffled sound of surprise when Basch all but flings himself at him once more, wrapped up around him in a way so reminiscent of the dream they’d just shared, Sylvain’s almost ready to pinch himself to make sure he’s really awake.
But it has him reassessing what he’d just said, unsure what had gotten him this vehement of a reaction. Surely it wasn’t just his easy acceptance of Basch’s unusual fantasy. But what else…?
He stills, realizing several seconds later what he’d said. For a moment, his mind freezes, spinning, as if it will spiral into a panic over ever confessing something like that.
But this is Basch. And if anyone would ever take that word and protect it rather than turn around and wield it as a weapon against him, it was the man wrapped around him, kissing him breathless.
Which is what has him relaxing back into that fond amusement again. But softer, this time. Almost tender, as he lifts his hands to cradle them to either side of Basch’s face. ]
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But it has him reassessing what he’d just said, unsure what had gotten him this vehement of a reaction. Surely it wasn’t just his easy acceptance of Basch’s unusual fantasy. But what else…?
He stills, realizing several seconds later what he’d said. For a moment, his mind freezes, spinning, as if it will spiral into a panic over ever confessing something like that.
But this is Basch. And if anyone would ever take that word and protect it rather than turn around and wield it as a weapon against him, it was the man wrapped around him, kissing him breathless.
Which is what has him relaxing back into that fond amusement again. But softer, this time. Almost tender, as he lifts his hands to cradle them to either side of Basch’s face. ]