[ Basch's gaze again openly trails to Sylvain's hardening cock and shifting seat. His smirk is wider. ]
That would seem to be a lie.
[ He sighs, though, rising from their seat, hand still lazily on his own cock. If he stays here much longer, he's going to break his own rule and touch Sylvain first. ]
But you are entitled to deny yourself. I, however, will not be.
[ He turns toward the room, eyes searching, and nods at another pair, the pet on his knees at the owner's entrance, one hand on her breast. Teasing a man the way he's sure Sylvain wants to be feels like an effective way to put even more ideas in the man's head. ]
no subject
That would seem to be a lie.
[ He sighs, though, rising from their seat, hand still lazily on his own cock. If he stays here much longer, he's going to break his own rule and touch Sylvain first. ]
But you are entitled to deny yourself. I, however, will not be.
[ He turns toward the room, eyes searching, and nods at another pair, the pet on his knees at the owner's entrance, one hand on her breast. Teasing a man the way he's sure Sylvain wants to be feels like an effective way to put even more ideas in the man's head. ]