[ The warmth in Basch's chest isn't strictly arousal. The port island is better than the mainland life in many ways, but it isn't free of intrigue, politics, stress. Sex is both without strings here, and with a tangle of them he can't ever seem to sidestep; such is being high profile in a place like this.
Getting to take care of someone, and someone who needs it, is a fantasy that he's kept locked away for a long time, even from himself. This isn't the sort of place that can play to that, and certainly not when he's bought his pet against his will. Except, somehow, it is. And he aches for that ember to grow.
So he just enjoys it this morning. The way Sylvain moans, pleading wordlessly, the way he's so pliant and relaxed under Basch's touch. His nose traces down, across ribs, across abs, and he pulls his legs away so his mouth can nestle down against course hair and tender skin of inner thigh. He turns his head, kissing the base of Sylvain's cock, fingers trailing down his side. If last night was a frenzy, then this is a slow, easy smolder. ]
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Date: 2024-12-17 03:45 am (UTC)Getting to take care of someone, and someone who needs it, is a fantasy that he's kept locked away for a long time, even from himself. This isn't the sort of place that can play to that, and certainly not when he's bought his pet against his will. Except, somehow, it is. And he aches for that ember to grow.
So he just enjoys it this morning. The way Sylvain moans, pleading wordlessly, the way he's so pliant and relaxed under Basch's touch. His nose traces down, across ribs, across abs, and he pulls his legs away so his mouth can nestle down against course hair and tender skin of inner thigh. He turns his head, kissing the base of Sylvain's cock, fingers trailing down his side. If last night was a frenzy, then this is a slow, easy smolder. ]