[ This... this is territory that not even Sylvain's dreams often drifted to. A sort of tenderness and doting that is utterly foreign to the redhead. Maybe that's part of why he's so reluctant to wake. Wanting to cling to this for as long as he can manage.
And then that decadent mouth moves down to his inner thigh and his breath catches, throat working around a much deeper, breathless moan as his fingers drop to tangle in Basch's hair, trying to tug him closer. Wanting to feel his mouth where he's already hard and aching. ]
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And then that decadent mouth moves down to his inner thigh and his breath catches, throat working around a much deeper, breathless moan as his fingers drop to tangle in Basch's hair, trying to tug him closer. Wanting to feel his mouth where he's already hard and aching. ]