[ His hand comes to stroke the other's cheek, moaning in turn. ]
Beautiful [ he murmurs. the sound. The sight. The want and surrender. And Basch is aware how skilled the other is, some strange mix of familiarity and delight. Like they were made for this, together. Like Sylvain wants him in a way neither of them fully grasps.
Well, he wants Sylvain too. Wants this shared indulgence.
He tangles fingers in Sylvain's hair, encouraging more than guiding; the other doesn't need much guidance. But it sends fresh heat through him, to keep the other locked onto him, encouraging a pace, holding him where he wants. One leg edges so his foot can brush the other's thigh, wanting all of him in an impossible way. ]
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Beautiful [ he murmurs. the sound. The sight. The want and surrender. And Basch is aware how skilled the other is, some strange mix of familiarity and delight. Like they were made for this, together. Like Sylvain wants him in a way neither of them fully grasps.
Well, he wants Sylvain too. Wants this shared indulgence.
He tangles fingers in Sylvain's hair, encouraging more than guiding; the other doesn't need much guidance. But it sends fresh heat through him, to keep the other locked onto him, encouraging a pace, holding him where he wants. One leg edges so his foot can brush the other's thigh, wanting all of him in an impossible way. ]