[ He’s not awake, not quite yet, so at best, Basch will get a sleepy, incomprehensible murmur before the redhead groans and stubbornly burrows deeper into the man’s hold. Not a morning person, not even here, he’s reluctant to leave the content, easy warmth slumbering in Basch’s arms had offered him.
And not awake enough to remember why he should be objecting to that.
So instead Basch gets to feel the pleased little shiver that slides through him at his touch, the huff of warm breath against his skin as the redhead squirms a little, cock twitching eagerly against the stroke of that finger.
Responding easily, naturally, when his mind isn’t awake enough to offer protest or reluctance. The magic might have faded, but his body more than remembers how good Basch had made him feel. ]
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And not awake enough to remember why he should be objecting to that.
So instead Basch gets to feel the pleased little shiver that slides through him at his touch, the huff of warm breath against his skin as the redhead squirms a little, cock twitching eagerly against the stroke of that finger.
Responding easily, naturally, when his mind isn’t awake enough to offer protest or reluctance. The magic might have faded, but his body more than remembers how good Basch had made him feel. ]