[ Its the slow, gentle reactivity of those movements that have Basch weak and swelling with pleasure. Those are sure signs of trust and relaxation. He has no doubt Sylvain still thinks he’s sleeping, but he also has no doubt the joy and surrender and fatigue of last night are allowing him to.
Still slow, he slips his lips around the other’s head, savoring the size and warmth of him. He thought it would be a lot longer before he’d be welcomed to give this way. He runs his tongue along the other’s slit, humming lowly as he drags his knuckle down his shaft again, across his sack, down his thigh.
Gods he wanted this man. Like this. It was a fine treasure to work for. One they could both have a taste of today. ]
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Still slow, he slips his lips around the other’s head, savoring the size and warmth of him. He thought it would be a lot longer before he’d be welcomed to give this way. He runs his tongue along the other’s slit, humming lowly as he drags his knuckle down his shaft again, across his sack, down his thigh.
Gods he wanted this man. Like this. It was a fine treasure to work for. One they could both have a taste of today. ]