[ Something changes in Basch's face, hardened and serious as he grips Sylvain's jaw. ]
I want to be very clear. I want your cries and your pleas and your beautiful begging-- [ He squeezes the other's cock, leaning in to kiss him hard, to give him a moment of all the stimulation he wants.
And then he draws back, fierce, a white-hot simmering underneath. At whatever has made Sylvain think this would appease. At himself for drawing it out. ]
I do not want your apologies. Ever.
[ This was not a punishment. This was not meant to shame or bully.
His hand makes it through the fastenings and he releases Sylvain's cock, wrapping his hand around the generous length and circling his thumb around the tip, wet and sticky despite the ring. ] There is nothing wrong with you. You do not disappoint me.
[ He kisses his jaw, holding his head in place, sucking hard. His hand slides down his shaft, over the ring, to knead at his sack, strong legs wrapping around the other's to hold him in place and give him something to push against.
He shifts the hand on his jaw, fingers on Sylvain's lips -- and invitation, if he wants them inside. ]
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Date: 2024-12-03 10:32 pm (UTC)I want to be very clear. I want your cries and your pleas and your beautiful begging-- [ He squeezes the other's cock, leaning in to kiss him hard, to give him a moment of all the stimulation he wants.
And then he draws back, fierce, a white-hot simmering underneath. At whatever has made Sylvain think this would appease. At himself for drawing it out. ]
I do not want your apologies. Ever.
[ This was not a punishment. This was not meant to shame or bully.
His hand makes it through the fastenings and he releases Sylvain's cock, wrapping his hand around the generous length and circling his thumb around the tip, wet and sticky despite the ring. ] There is nothing wrong with you. You do not disappoint me.
[ He kisses his jaw, holding his head in place, sucking hard. His hand slides down his shaft, over the ring, to knead at his sack, strong legs wrapping around the other's to hold him in place and give him something to push against.
He shifts the hand on his jaw, fingers on Sylvain's lips -- and invitation, if he wants them inside. ]