[ his breath catches when Basch turns and draws him in, flush against him. HIs skin had been warm before, itching to be touched, but it flames up now at the answering heat of Basch’s body as he’s caught against him, that arm an anchor about his waist.
And then his other hand is sliding over Sylvain’s skin, from his jaw down over his throat and chest, only to pause and tug at the chain dangling from his piercings. The jolt of sharp sensation is enough to have his body arcing closer, pressed into Basch as his breath escapes him in a whimper. Eyes going dark and dilated at the sharp pleasure of that tug. The feeling of Basch pressed along the line of his body.
It wasn’t enough, and suddenly that stubbornness that left him aching didn’t feel worth the cost, either. Still, his voice comes out as only a breathy whimper as he surrenders to it. ]
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And then his other hand is sliding over Sylvain’s skin, from his jaw down over his throat and chest, only to pause and tug at the chain dangling from his piercings. The jolt of sharp sensation is enough to have his body arcing closer, pressed into Basch as his breath escapes him in a whimper. Eyes going dark and dilated at the sharp pleasure of that tug. The feeling of Basch pressed along the line of his body.
It wasn’t enough, and suddenly that stubbornness that left him aching didn’t feel worth the cost, either. Still, his voice comes out as only a breathy whimper as he surrenders to it. ]
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