[ Basch was aware of the senior Gautier and his mercurial temper. Anyone who'd met him was. And he knew about the older brother, whose reputation was -- quite frankly -- worse than anyone here. He may not know all the details, but he suspected, with the way Sylvain absolutely melted into this role twice now, there was some deep relief and need to let go. To just indulge and be and not worry.
And it made his breath come heavier, being at once master and protector, pushing to spaces that were taboo and yet also somehow safe. Feeling entirely in control and yet necessary to be aware and careful. And he's absolutely weak to how deep the others hunger comes, a tidal wave after unshakeable restraint.
He hopes to not use the order magic someday soon, but right now he's glad for it, getting the part of consent he needs. So that when those eyes meet his, lost to want, Basch can drink them back just as greedily, a hand stroking along that perfect jaw as he breathes out. ]
Gods you are a perfect sight. Pleasure me, pet. Take what you want, fast or slow. Make me moan.
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And it made his breath come heavier, being at once master and protector, pushing to spaces that were taboo and yet also somehow safe. Feeling entirely in control and yet necessary to be aware and careful. And he's absolutely weak to how deep the others hunger comes, a tidal wave after unshakeable restraint.
He hopes to not use the order magic someday soon, but right now he's glad for it, getting the part of consent he needs. So that when those eyes meet his, lost to want, Basch can drink them back just as greedily, a hand stroking along that perfect jaw as he breathes out. ]
Gods you are a perfect sight. Pleasure me, pet. Take what you want, fast or slow. Make me moan.