[ He was going to be nice, but he hadn't anticipated how the other would shudder and tremble, and certainly not the way the other would helplessly chase his own need. The way he chases even Basch's thumb. Good. He wants more of that. ]

Good. Take your desire [ he murmurs for Sylvain only, his hand going to stroke the other's cock through the fabric, almost cruelly gentle. His lips curl at the wetness there. And he can't resist his other hand going to tug that heavy chain again. Spent as he is, he still feels the twinge of heat in his core, wanting to feel Sylvain pleasure himself against his thigh, or to fill the other and leave him trembling like the last time. ]

Why do you resist it so? [ his fingers, still teasing, start to undo the fastening on his pants. ] I could have bounced you in my lap, had you come on my hand, put my fingers down your tongue and my hand on your cock, mouht on your neck, had every piece of you filled or cupped.

[ He'll do his best now, but not in a hurry. ]