[ Apparently, he’s easily distracted with kisses. Especially when arousal and need had already been throbbing in his veins, just waiting to be lured out, to be set free to take over completely. His eyes are dark and just a little bit dazed, but as Basch rocks his hips forward, bringing his cock closer to his lips, they part on instinct, as if he know exactly what to do.
Maybe he does. That’s all cloudy at the moment. Distant and unimportant. What’s more important is that growing need to taste him, to feel him press into his mouth. To drown out his thoughts once more, because giving in last time had been sweeter, but Basch didn’t have his stubbornness nearly so tamed yet.
So he doesn’t answer - doesn’t even pay the words themselves all that much attention just now. The tone of Basch’s voice in his ears is all the encouragement he needs as he leans forward to lap at the head of Basch’s cock with an eager tongue, tasting the salt on his skin and moaning wantonly with want for more. ]
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Maybe he does. That’s all cloudy at the moment. Distant and unimportant. What’s more important is that growing need to taste him, to feel him press into his mouth. To drown out his thoughts once more, because giving in last time had been sweeter, but Basch didn’t have his stubbornness nearly so tamed yet.
So he doesn’t answer - doesn’t even pay the words themselves all that much attention just now. The tone of Basch’s voice in his ears is all the encouragement he needs as he leans forward to lap at the head of Basch’s cock with an eager tongue, tasting the salt on his skin and moaning wantonly with want for more. ]