[ Basch isn't a saint; he moves his fingers at the feel of Sylvain's voice, grinning like a dog whose caught his prey when the other whimpers his name. All of this is a victory, the hot spend on his hand, the absolute convulsion of Sylvain's body, the utter surrender.
He works him through it, reveling in every sound and movement, and when the other starts to slump, he twists him in his lap, guiding his head to his shoulder, his arms up around his neck. He doesn't give a thought to the sticky spend between them, just cradles Sylvain to him, fingers still lightly stroking his softening cock while the others comb in his hair. ]
Good boy. Exactly what I wanted. And what you wanted.
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Date: 2024-12-04 05:25 pm (UTC)He works him through it, reveling in every sound and movement, and when the other starts to slump, he twists him in his lap, guiding his head to his shoulder, his arms up around his neck. He doesn't give a thought to the sticky spend between them, just cradles Sylvain to him, fingers still lightly stroking his softening cock while the others comb in his hair. ]
Good boy. Exactly what I wanted. And what you wanted.