[ His face is flushed, so it's impossible to tell if that color darkens a shade at the words. He struggles to focus when Basch pulls him off his cock, the taste of him lingering on his tongue, and his tongue darts out at the press of that thumb without even thinking about it, an unconscious reaction, a lingering hunger for more.
Eyes hazy and dazed, he can only blink up at the man leaning over him, head still tipped backwards in an implacable grip. Body trembling as he gasps raggedly for air, feeling flushed and too-hot all over. Feverish as his mind tries to parse that question. He hasn't quite gone completely nonverbal - or at least remained sunken that low - but thinking is opening happening in fits and starts before getting derailed all over again by the cacophony of demands he doesn't even know how to begin to sort through. It's overwhelming. ]
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Date: 2024-12-03 08:25 pm (UTC)Eyes hazy and dazed, he can only blink up at the man leaning over him, head still tipped backwards in an implacable grip. Body trembling as he gasps raggedly for air, feeling flushed and too-hot all over. Feverish as his mind tries to parse that question. He hasn't quite gone completely nonverbal - or at least remained sunken that low - but thinking is opening happening in fits and starts before getting derailed all over again by the cacophony of demands he doesn't even know how to begin to sort through. It's overwhelming. ]
I don't... I need... Please...