[ His eyes go dark and half-lidded at the feeling of fingers in his hair, on his skin and it coaxes that heat pulsing in him to deepen, until he all but goes pliant against Basch's legs, hands clasping onto his knees as he leans in closer.
The soft whimpers and moans Basch's touch draw from him are muffled, especially when the man rocks his hips, pressing in deeper and choking off the sounds. He fumbles a little, as if caught by surprise, but he adapts quickly, as if greedy for more.
He's already hard, despite his cock being untouched. That doesn't seem to matter, in the moment. Not with Basch's cock in his mouth, his hands on his skin, his soft praises crooned in his ears. The ring feels all too tight around the base now and he shifts, squirming on his knees. ]
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The soft whimpers and moans Basch's touch draw from him are muffled, especially when the man rocks his hips, pressing in deeper and choking off the sounds. He fumbles a little, as if caught by surprise, but he adapts quickly, as if greedy for more.
He's already hard, despite his cock being untouched. That doesn't seem to matter, in the moment. Not with Basch's cock in his mouth, his hands on his skin, his soft praises crooned in his ears. The ring feels all too tight around the base now and he shifts, squirming on his knees. ]