[ He stills when those fingers grasp his jaw, taking in the hardened expression with wide eyes. Something in him quailing at the sight, bracing for... what, he doesn't know, but he doubts it will be good.
And then Basch drags him down for a hard, bruising kiss, his hand squeezing tight around his cock in a way that has him crying out, the sound muffled into the kiss as his head spins.
He expects the words to fall like heavy blows - as they have always done. And at first they do. With his walls crumbled, he flinches, unable to hide the instinctive reaction, expecting the anger - or worse - to cut into that vulnerability. But while that white-hot simmers in Basch's eyes, in the firmness of his tone and grip, the words... are not what he expects. And the refusal to hear apologies... just has his eyes widening in confusion, latching onto the other man's face. Completely uncomprehending.
Even the praise just adds to his confusion - not that he has long to focus on that. Not when Basch's fingers find his cock, draw him out and begin to stroke. It drives the icy fear out of him once more as he whimpers into that kiss, his lips bruising, breath catching in his throat, and then the mouth moves to his jaw, sucks sharp, stinging redness into his skin and he shatters all over again as those hands work his cock, his balls. Making it impossible to think, impossible to be afraid, to worry.
He just wants. And when those fingers slide against his lips, there is nothing but eagerness as he parts them, sucks on the fingers hungrily as his hips rock into the stroke of that hand. Chasing it. ]
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Date: 2024-12-03 11:21 pm (UTC)And then Basch drags him down for a hard, bruising kiss, his hand squeezing tight around his cock in a way that has him crying out, the sound muffled into the kiss as his head spins.
He expects the words to fall like heavy blows - as they have always done. And at first they do. With his walls crumbled, he flinches, unable to hide the instinctive reaction, expecting the anger - or worse - to cut into that vulnerability. But while that white-hot simmers in Basch's eyes, in the firmness of his tone and grip, the words... are not what he expects. And the refusal to hear apologies... just has his eyes widening in confusion, latching onto the other man's face. Completely uncomprehending.
Even the praise just adds to his confusion - not that he has long to focus on that. Not when Basch's fingers find his cock, draw him out and begin to stroke. It drives the icy fear out of him once more as he whimpers into that kiss, his lips bruising, breath catching in his throat, and then the mouth moves to his jaw, sucks sharp, stinging redness into his skin and he shatters all over again as those hands work his cock, his balls. Making it impossible to think, impossible to be afraid, to worry.
He just wants. And when those fingers slide against his lips, there is nothing but eagerness as he parts them, sucks on the fingers hungrily as his hips rock into the stroke of that hand. Chasing it. ]