[ Oh Sylvain was very gone, much more so than Basch had realized. He chuckles approvingly, stroking through the other's hair as he so eagerly sinks to his knees, skin flushed and sound sharp and wanting. ]

You fight so hard, little one. Isn't giving in sweeter, when there's always a prize waiting for you?

[ He doesn't expect an answer, but it's part of the slow shift he's aiming for. Even so, he spreads his legs wider so Sylvain can position more effectively, arching his pelvis forward to gently brush the head of his cock against the other's lips. ]

Gods I am weak to see myself in that pretty mouth of yours. I suspect it's talented in more ways than you've already shown me. And wearing what you thought I'd find attractive? Truly I am spoiled tonight.