[ He struggles a little, when Basch pulls him deep, when his cock pulses against the narrow channel of his throat before spilling hotly into him. He almost chokes, but he manages to swallow it all, all the same.
Even then, Basch holds him in place by his grip on his hair, and there's still no resistance in him. Even if he should probably be horrified. Furious. Rebelling. All those urges are a distant thing, muffled and stuffed down where they can't break through the quiet haze that's wrapped around him. Silenced all his thoughts, all his fears and insecurities. All the other voices and their sharp words that so often circle around inside his head.
Right now? They don't matter. Only Basch's voice fills his ears, his thoughts, and there's something of a relief in that, even when there shouldn't be. But Basch has done nothing but murmur soft praises in his ears and there's some aching, desperate part of him that craves that even more than oxygen.
He's trembling too, but he doesn't try to pull away, merely rests there where Basch holds him in place, his own skin flushed and pulse pounding loudly in his ears. His cock still aching hard against the restraint of the ring that binds him, leaking in such a way that the fabric he wears is now wet with it, making him shift with a quiet whimper. ] ]
no subject
Even then, Basch holds him in place by his grip on his hair, and there's still no resistance in him. Even if he should probably be horrified. Furious. Rebelling. All those urges are a distant thing, muffled and stuffed down where they can't break through the quiet haze that's wrapped around him. Silenced all his thoughts, all his fears and insecurities. All the other voices and their sharp words that so often circle around inside his head.
Right now? They don't matter. Only Basch's voice fills his ears, his thoughts, and there's something of a relief in that, even when there shouldn't be. But Basch has done nothing but murmur soft praises in his ears and there's some aching, desperate part of him that craves that even more than oxygen.
He's trembling too, but he doesn't try to pull away, merely rests there where Basch holds him in place, his own skin flushed and pulse pounding loudly in his ears. His cock still aching hard against the restraint of the ring that binds him, leaking in such a way that the fabric he wears is now wet with it, making him shift with a quiet whimper. ] ]