[ It is a good dream, a heated haze creeping into his awareness. For a while, he thinks he is dreaming, or that perhaps he's still caught up in the deep grasp of heat from the night before. Instead of waking him, the movement of Basch's lips and hands on his skin just keep him floating there, reluctant to wake from this pleasant dream. As if afraid it will all vanish when he opens his eyes.
Maybe it will...
So he's reluctant to drift too far in that direction, wanting to stay here as long as he can. Caught up in heat and touch. In that surreal feeling of being cherished and safe.
He moans softly, a wordless plea for more, even as he shivers beneath the brush of that soft praise, skin flushing in quiet pleasure. ]
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Date: 2024-12-17 03:30 am (UTC)Maybe it will...
So he's reluctant to drift too far in that direction, wanting to stay here as long as he can. Caught up in heat and touch. In that surreal feeling of being cherished and safe.
He moans softly, a wordless plea for more, even as he shivers beneath the brush of that soft praise, skin flushing in quiet pleasure. ]