[ Maybe don’t remind him of that when his mouth is on your cock, Basch. Being owned is still something he’s not at all comfortable with yet. Despite the fact that it’s easy to ignore when his body is alight with need, when those fingers tighten in his hair, dragging another moan from his lips, just as the touch had the time before.
Combined with the praise Basch gives him, it’s easy to tune everything else out. Forget how angry and afraid he was with all this uncertainty, the loss of all control over… everything, really. Those thoughts are already drifting away, no longer holding any focus, not when Sylvain gives in to the hunger growing in him.
It had been since Basch had first shown up today, and every order, every tease, had only awakened it more. And what was left… well the faint spice in the air had muted that enough that it seemed unimportant now. Not when Basch’s words evoked a desire to be a good pet for him. His words, his praise, even his movements, deepening his hold on the other man. Letting it seep into him, just as his commands had earlier. Thickening, becoming more real, more prominent.
Combined with the magic in the collar and everything else being wound about him, Sylvain gave in easier this time - would continue to do so with repetition, even though he doesn’t realize it. In the moment? All that matters is the sound of pleasure in Basch’s praise, in the tone of his voice, and the way he guides Sylvain into giving him exactly what he wants of him. ]
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Combined with the praise Basch gives him, it’s easy to tune everything else out. Forget how angry and afraid he was with all this uncertainty, the loss of all control over… everything, really. Those thoughts are already drifting away, no longer holding any focus, not when Sylvain gives in to the hunger growing in him.
It had been since Basch had first shown up today, and every order, every tease, had only awakened it more. And what was left… well the faint spice in the air had muted that enough that it seemed unimportant now. Not when Basch’s words evoked a desire to be a good pet for him. His words, his praise, even his movements, deepening his hold on the other man. Letting it seep into him, just as his commands had earlier. Thickening, becoming more real, more prominent.
Combined with the magic in the collar and everything else being wound about him, Sylvain gave in easier this time - would continue to do so with repetition, even though he doesn’t realize it. In the moment? All that matters is the sound of pleasure in Basch’s praise, in the tone of his voice, and the way he guides Sylvain into giving him exactly what he wants of him. ]