[ Considering how vehemently the redhead had denied to do so much as even beg, the fact that he's here like this is a long way in itself. The stubbornness will no doubt be back - eventually - but right now there's no sign of it. A tease of the pet Basch has gained for himself once the walls come down and his defenses lay shattered and forgotten. A sight no one else has ever managed to see - one even Sylvain isn't aware he's revealing, too lost to consider just how vulnerable he is right now. Not that he had any choice in it, but that Basch had wagered on existing all the same.
A side that would come out more and more, with time, with coaxing affection, with unheard of trust the redhead has never before extended. Even now, with this only a spelled mimicry of it, cloaked in magic, he aches for that connection. The magic giving him a taste of something he hadn't even realized he was starved for. Basch's hands on his skin, those softly crooned praises. The heat that envelops him so deeply and thoroughly that it's easy to forget the cold, disdainful distance he's been trapped in for so long.
Of course he resisted it. It's terrifying in its own way, the hold this man already has over him. How easily he can bring those thick, defensive walls smashing down around him, opening up every want and need Sylvain has struggled for so long to keep hidden. How already, they're crumbling faster, easier, and not reforming as strong as they'd once been. Already, this man - and his magic - was creeping below the surface, opening him up while tightening his hold - his resistance barely even mattered at this point, more out of stubborn habit than anything.
Basch's hands on him have him arching into that touch with a whimpered cry. The tug on the chain sending sharp pleasure along his nerves as they pull his piercings taut. And the hand on his cock - Goddess, he needs more, but the brush of fingers through the nearly-sheer material is nowhere near firm enough.
While he would have fought and argued every single one of those options before the heat took hold, washed over him with relentless need, now they sounded like the best thing ever. Things he craved as much as breathing. He wanted nothing more to feel Basch's hands on him, in him. To have every part of him filled or cupped - just as teased. ]
Please...! [ he gasps out again, head falling back as another tug on his chains has him arching with a strained cry, one that chokes off into an almost-sob. ] Please. I'm sorry. I want that...!
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Date: 2024-12-03 10:06 pm (UTC)A side that would come out more and more, with time, with coaxing affection, with unheard of trust the redhead has never before extended. Even now, with this only a spelled mimicry of it, cloaked in magic, he aches for that connection. The magic giving him a taste of something he hadn't even realized he was starved for. Basch's hands on his skin, those softly crooned praises. The heat that envelops him so deeply and thoroughly that it's easy to forget the cold, disdainful distance he's been trapped in for so long.
Of course he resisted it. It's terrifying in its own way, the hold this man already has over him. How easily he can bring those thick, defensive walls smashing down around him, opening up every want and need Sylvain has struggled for so long to keep hidden. How already, they're crumbling faster, easier, and not reforming as strong as they'd once been. Already, this man - and his magic - was creeping below the surface, opening him up while tightening his hold - his resistance barely even mattered at this point, more out of stubborn habit than anything.
Basch's hands on him have him arching into that touch with a whimpered cry. The tug on the chain sending sharp pleasure along his nerves as they pull his piercings taut. And the hand on his cock - Goddess, he needs more, but the brush of fingers through the nearly-sheer material is nowhere near firm enough.
While he would have fought and argued every single one of those options before the heat took hold, washed over him with relentless need, now they sounded like the best thing ever. Things he craved as much as breathing. He wanted nothing more to feel Basch's hands on him, in him. To have every part of him filled or cupped - just as teased. ]
Please...! [ he gasps out again, head falling back as another tug on his chains has him arching with a strained cry, one that chokes off into an almost-sob. ] Please. I'm sorry. I want that...!