[ There isn't a modicum of protest in Sylvain, physically or vocally. Basch all but purrs even as he strokes the other, bringing him down, sheltering him. Down to a simmer, at least. He isn't done with him yet, made clear by his own cock slowly hardening under Sylvain's lap, a fact he's sure has the other growing needy again.

And now he can go for what he really wants. ]

How are you doing, pet? Too tired? I promised you one more thing in that fantasy you asked me for so prettily.

[ He turns Sylvain's face out to him, pressing their lips together slow and firm, tongue sweeping out to find the other's before he tugs on his lip, working his mouth with his own. His cock stirs at it, and he moans for Sylvain to feel. ]

I want to take that toy out of your ass-- [ another kiss ] and fill you properly instead. Make sure you can feel me when this dream of a night is over. Make sure everyone knows how thoroughly you are mine, so lead or not, you are safe.