[ Basch groans in satisfaction as Sylvain's cock crushes agains him, the rest of his body following suit.

And again when the other kisses back so hungrily. Words aren't going to be the way they operate, then; that's fine. Basch is learning too. Being clung to like this, desperately kissed...he's going to get addicted. He's going to love prying this closed-off man open and then spoiling him rotten. And teasing him all the while.

What that does mean, though, is Basch is fully leading. Sylvain has made that clear by his inability to answer.

So, as he kisses the other, tongue pressing demandingly into mouth and teeth scraping lips -- he slowly turns them back to the bench, until he can lower himself back down. ]

You're going to be a good pet tonight then [ he murmurs between kisses, pulling the chain harder as his hand roves up the other's back. ] And please me with your mouth, and then when you're good an hot and dying for release, you'll sit in my lap and let me take care of you.

[ He's judging, too, if Sylvain is relaxed enough yet for this. ]