[ Sylvain had always been someone full of deep passions. But being who he was, those were rarely safe to allow out. Always controlled, always composed, the ideal representative of his family's house and good name. Even if he was not, had set that afire more than once in his lifetime but still, it had been ground deep in him, until it was more habit than choice.
That, too, was a long way right now. unimportant and forgotten - for this surely would have familiar disappointment and disgust flaring in his father's eyes, followed swiftly by that quick temper he'd so often been on the wrong end of. Ironic, when he was the one who had carved the ideals of control and composure into his son.
He's not aware of Basch's thoughts in this moment, though. Isn't aware of where the arousal, the want, comes from, only that it has, and it's deep and hungry and all-encompassing. He sinks deeper into it as those fingers scratch against his scalp, making him melt against the other man as he tries to take him deeper.
He almost ignores the words entirely, but there's an order in there, enough of one that the magic's grip draws him to it, directing his focus enough to give a single tap to Basch's thigh. Amber eyes flick up to meet the man's gaze, pupils dark and blown wide, and his tongue slides along the underside of the man's cock again, as if in impatience. ]
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Date: 2024-10-16 11:35 pm (UTC)That, too, was a long way right now. unimportant and forgotten - for this surely would have familiar disappointment and disgust flaring in his father's eyes, followed swiftly by that quick temper he'd so often been on the wrong end of. Ironic, when he was the one who had carved the ideals of control and composure into his son.
He's not aware of Basch's thoughts in this moment, though. Isn't aware of where the arousal, the want, comes from, only that it has, and it's deep and hungry and all-encompassing. He sinks deeper into it as those fingers scratch against his scalp, making him melt against the other man as he tries to take him deeper.
He almost ignores the words entirely, but there's an order in there, enough of one that the magic's grip draws him to it, directing his focus enough to give a single tap to Basch's thigh. Amber eyes flick up to meet the man's gaze, pupils dark and blown wide, and his tongue slides along the underside of the man's cock again, as if in impatience. ]