[ Basch doesn't rush him. Relishes the way the other trembles, his exotic flower so fragile in the changing winds. That whimper is worth every bit of patience its taken to get here.
Slowly he pulls back, still holding Sylvain's head in place, guiding it back. And when he drops out, his free hand comes to gently wipe saliva from the other's sex-swollen mouth. ]
You must be aching, pet. Do you want my hand or my mouth for being so perfect?
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Slowly he pulls back, still holding Sylvain's head in place, guiding it back. And when he drops out, his free hand comes to gently wipe saliva from the other's sex-swollen mouth. ]
You must be aching, pet. Do you want my hand or my mouth for being so perfect?