[ Basch splays his hand across that warm torso, feeling the checkerboard of skin and fabric as he looks into Sylvan's flushed -- dare he even say shy -- face. ]
You are perfect [ he says warmly, before sliding a finger over the chain to tug just enough. ] And like this more than I imagined. Can't have you too wound up in public though, hmm? Undo your pants for me. And no, I won't be taking you now -- I won't until you beg me for it again.
[ He reaches to his table again, holding up the ring he's selected. It's nothing too flashy, but well made, a collar of its own sort. And a training device. He won't touch Sylvain -- not much, anyway -- without his permission, but Sylvain won't come until Basch allows it. ]
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Date: 2024-09-09 10:51 pm (UTC)You are perfect [ he says warmly, before sliding a finger over the chain to tug just enough. ] And like this more than I imagined. Can't have you too wound up in public though, hmm? Undo your pants for me. And no, I won't be taking you now -- I won't until you beg me for it again.
[ He reaches to his table again, holding up the ring he's selected. It's nothing too flashy, but well made, a collar of its own sort. And a training device. He won't touch Sylvain -- not much, anyway -- without his permission, but Sylvain won't come until Basch allows it. ]