[ Basch's cock stirs, eyes dark with wanting approval as Sylvain's whole form reacts, the other man clearly fighting his attraction and need. Tonight will be even more incredible, he wagers, when Sylvain finally gives in.
And gripping that chair makes Basch's imagination twist with fantasies of fucking him standing, or bent over the furniture. He doesn't bother trying to suppress his attraction. He'll let Sylvain see, let him think about it. ]
Then I won't take care of you tonight. As I said, it's entirely your choice.
[ He says it disinterestedly, but he lets his hand scoot lower, tracing his finger once along Sylvain's hardened cock, making sure they both know the effect this is having. And leans close enough, just for a moment, for Sylvain to feel the hardness of his own. ]
Do you want to put that away, or do you want me to do it?
[ Some part of him wonders if Sylvain would give in right here, if Basch stroked him a few more times, what with how breathless he already is. ]
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And gripping that chair makes Basch's imagination twist with fantasies of fucking him standing, or bent over the furniture. He doesn't bother trying to suppress his attraction. He'll let Sylvain see, let him think about it. ]
Then I won't take care of you tonight. As I said, it's entirely your choice.
[ He says it disinterestedly, but he lets his hand scoot lower, tracing his finger once along Sylvain's hardened cock, making sure they both know the effect this is having. And leans close enough, just for a moment, for Sylvain to feel the hardness of his own. ]
Do you want to put that away, or do you want me to do it?
[ Some part of him wonders if Sylvain would give in right here, if Basch stroked him a few more times, what with how breathless he already is. ]