[ Basch catches him as he deflates, pride and affection surging through him. It doesn't matter that the redhead is larger; Basch absolutely cradles him, tucking Sylvain's limbs more comfortably, guiding his head to rest snuggly, stroking his hair and murmuring in his ear while drawing gentle lines and circles on his back. He pays no mind to the mess between them, just to lulling the spent and sated man in his lap, enjoying the shivers of aftershocks while his cock is still firmly nestled in the other.

How beautiful and glorious he will be, when these games aren't needed, when he realizes how strong and safe he is. Even if Basch intends to have convinced him by then to stay, freely.

Eventually, as he softens, he'll shift to pull out, but he'll keep Sylvain held close long after. ]

Whatever you want tonight, it's yours [ he murmurs. ] I will see you home and to bed safely, so exhaust your desires and fantasies.