[ he grins as he rests his forehead against his lover’s, content to press close, that hand at the nape of his neck sending delicious shivers down his spine. His body is still humming with pleasure. ]

I’m not sure it actually counts as coercion when I was absolutely 100% into this before we even started. That’s why it’s a fantasy, love. [ Although he still expects Basch to worry, to fret over what they do as he comes to terms with it. Understandable. He had his own urges to deal with. Potentially considerably darker than what he’s used to, too. ]

I’m allowed to be concerned back, you know. Mostly because I could hear your brain starting to overheat. Yes, love. It was very, very good.