[ The words are all the permission - and command - he needs as his body arches, cock pulsing as he spills, hot and messy. A strained cry breaks free of his lips as he shudders, body tense. And then he does collapse, like a puppet with his strings cut, falling forward onto Basch's chest, face buried against his shoulder.
He drags in ragged gasps of air, the sound loud in his ears as his pulse pounds deafeningly. He's trembling from the force of it, the intensity of it, and it's all he can do to cling to Basch to keep himself anchored in the here and now.
His mind is blissfully blank and empty, his body heavy and sated in a way he's never felt. Contented, almost, which is something he's not sure he's known before just now. Whimpering softly as muscles twitch with the aftershocks of pleasure, he curls in as close as he can manage, soaking up the warmth of Basch against him. Needing it.
He hasn't even realized how his mind is already coming to equate the man with safety, with pleasure, with want. ]
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He drags in ragged gasps of air, the sound loud in his ears as his pulse pounds deafeningly. He's trembling from the force of it, the intensity of it, and it's all he can do to cling to Basch to keep himself anchored in the here and now.
His mind is blissfully blank and empty, his body heavy and sated in a way he's never felt. Contented, almost, which is something he's not sure he's known before just now. Whimpering softly as muscles twitch with the aftershocks of pleasure, he curls in as close as he can manage, soaking up the warmth of Basch against him. Needing it.
He hasn't even realized how his mind is already coming to equate the man with safety, with pleasure, with want. ]