[ Pushing Sylvain farther today had not been his intent, but neither had bringing him back to his bed. This was progressing beautifully but also in ways past his machinations. Past his hopes, really.
That’s only deepened as, in the hazy half-awake of morning after, he feels Sylvain curling into him, making sounds of contentment.
And hunger. Basch almost laughs in delight, feeling that now familiar hard length against his leg. But this is too delicate, too sweet, too much progress to laugh. He pushed this man to trust him, and when those walls came down, the dam burst. He was so delicate, so tender. And the magic was mostly out of his system. Basch had been right; this man was hungry for this. It was fortunate he was also hungry for Basch.
So he lazily slides his hand down, warm fingers trailing up the others’ thigh, over his ass, then stroking a finger up his cock. ]
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Date: 2024-12-16 01:40 am (UTC)That’s only deepened as, in the hazy half-awake of morning after, he feels Sylvain curling into him, making sounds of contentment.
And hunger. Basch almost laughs in delight, feeling that now familiar hard length against his leg. But this is too delicate, too sweet, too much progress to laugh. He pushed this man to trust him, and when those walls came down, the dam burst. He was so delicate, so tender. And the magic was mostly out of his system. Basch had been right; this man was hungry for this. It was fortunate he was also hungry for Basch.
So he lazily slides his hand down, warm fingers trailing up the others’ thigh, over his ass, then stroking a finger up his cock. ]
Good morning, sweet thing.