[ He's so dizzy and caught up with the intensity of it that he's pliant in the other man's hands as he twists and maneuvers him right where he wants him. Whimpers, as those clever hands keep teasing his sensitive cock, making him jolt and tremble. His face ends up buried against Basch's throat, arms wrapping around him to cling to him as he shakes.
Still gasping for air when the stimulation doesn't end. It softens, and he all but melts into Basch's hands, but the movement - around his cock and in his hair - means that heat keeps simmering. The murmured praises in his ear only have him a moaning, twitching mess in Basch's lap.
But the words sink in all the same. Rouse a rush of pleasure at being a good boy. At pleasing his master. And the cracks widen a little further, a little deeper, as the acknowledgement of I wanted this sinks into his thoughts, tightening their grasp until he forgot that maybe that hadn't been entirely true. Or perhaps just a truth he hadn't been ready to face yet. ]
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Still gasping for air when the stimulation doesn't end. It softens, and he all but melts into Basch's hands, but the movement - around his cock and in his hair - means that heat keeps simmering. The murmured praises in his ear only have him a moaning, twitching mess in Basch's lap.
But the words sink in all the same. Rouse a rush of pleasure at being a good boy. At pleasing his master. And the cracks widen a little further, a little deeper, as the acknowledgement of I wanted this sinks into his thoughts, tightening their grasp until he forgot that maybe that hadn't been entirely true. Or perhaps just a truth he hadn't been ready to face yet. ]