[ Gods he's precious like this, sleepy and trusting. It makes him seem youthful, vulnerable. And Basch moans in pleasure of his own Sylvain rocks sleepily against his thigh, hands groping to wrap around him.
He keeps his voice a low murmur, leaning up to trace the marks from the night before with gentle fingers. ] Don't you look pretty all sleep-tossed and relaxed, covered in my marks. But I'm covered in yours too, aren't I?
[ His mouth returns to skin, lips and teeth gently exploring throat, shoulder, pecs. Nosing the warm flesh. Touching just to touch, even as his thigh stays firmly where the other can grind against it. Let this be a waking dream, a gentle reentry to the world of the waking. ]
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Date: 2024-12-17 03:26 am (UTC)He keeps his voice a low murmur, leaning up to trace the marks from the night before with gentle fingers. ] Don't you look pretty all sleep-tossed and relaxed, covered in my marks. But I'm covered in yours too, aren't I?
[ His mouth returns to skin, lips and teeth gently exploring throat, shoulder, pecs. Nosing the warm flesh. Touching just to touch, even as his thigh stays firmly where the other can grind against it. Let this be a waking dream, a gentle reentry to the world of the waking. ]