[ He'd opened his mouth to come back with something sarcastic that would probably get him in trouble - his mouth was very good at that, after all - but then those warm calloused fingers wrap around his cock. And stroke. And whatever he'd been about to say gets choked off in a garbled curse that almost, almost melts into a moan. Eyes slam shut as his body responds, rocking into that touch without him even realizing it. Starting to harden.
It's enough that he hisses softly when he feels the first brush of cool metal against sensitive skin and his eyes fly open again as he stares down at Basch working the ring down the length of his cock. The vein along the underside pulses against the sensation, making his body jolt again, and he bites back a whimper as the man settles it snugly at the base of his arousal. ]
What are you doing?
[ His mind accepts that final order without question - even if normally that would have gotten a lot of attention. But it's an order the man had given him last time, too, and it's almost as if his brain just accepts the repetition of it without question, as if to concede that of course that is how it would be.
Even if he doesn't remember making that arrangement in the first place. Ever. ]
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It's enough that he hisses softly when he feels the first brush of cool metal against sensitive skin and his eyes fly open again as he stares down at Basch working the ring down the length of his cock. The vein along the underside pulses against the sensation, making his body jolt again, and he bites back a whimper as the man settles it snugly at the base of his arousal. ]
What are you doing?
[ His mind accepts that final order without question - even if normally that would have gotten a lot of attention. But it's an order the man had given him last time, too, and it's almost as if his brain just accepts the repetition of it without question, as if to concede that of course that is how it would be.
Even if he doesn't remember making that arrangement in the first place. Ever. ]