[ He's trembling, by the time Basch takes all of him. Body humming with need and pleasure and the lingering warmth and need of the night before. The magical effects have faded - somewhat - but the impressions they'd left behind have taken their hold. Sunk deeper into his awareness. His reality, now.
It had been emphasized and worked deep with every hour that had ticked past the night before. And perhaps pressed even deeper by an awareness outside of this current scene, always conscious of Basch's own uncertainties about some of this.
But it means, as that pleasure slowly rouses him this morning, it's got him slowly stirring awake still lost in that pleasurable heat, the lazy want. Body pliant and yet eager. The resistance and stubbornness still tamped down beneath a blanket of almost eager need. The ache to be touched, to be doted on, to have that hungry attention focused fully on him.
Even as his mind remains shrouded in thick fog as he shifts, dark lashes fluttering open over a sleepy, unfocused gaze, his body is more than responding, taking control for the moment. Not letting his thoughts start casting doubt or second-guessing what he's doing. What he's feeling. What he wants.
It's what lets clumsy fingers tangle needily in Basch's hair as he moans, breathless, and rock his hips up to press deeper into that delicious wet heat, cock twitching against the slide of Basch's tongue. The squeeze of his throat around his length.
The last thing he vaguely remembers from the night before, before everything went hazy with exhaustion and pleasure, was spilling as he clenched around Basch's cock, only one of many orgasms that he'd lost track of as the night wore on. So it didn't even seem all that strange to be waking up ensnared just as deeply as he'd been. ]
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It had been emphasized and worked deep with every hour that had ticked past the night before. And perhaps pressed even deeper by an awareness outside of this current scene, always conscious of Basch's own uncertainties about some of this.
But it means, as that pleasure slowly rouses him this morning, it's got him slowly stirring awake still lost in that pleasurable heat, the lazy want. Body pliant and yet eager. The resistance and stubbornness still tamped down beneath a blanket of almost eager need. The ache to be touched, to be doted on, to have that hungry attention focused fully on him.
Even as his mind remains shrouded in thick fog as he shifts, dark lashes fluttering open over a sleepy, unfocused gaze, his body is more than responding, taking control for the moment. Not letting his thoughts start casting doubt or second-guessing what he's doing. What he's feeling. What he wants.
It's what lets clumsy fingers tangle needily in Basch's hair as he moans, breathless, and rock his hips up to press deeper into that delicious wet heat, cock twitching against the slide of Basch's tongue. The squeeze of his throat around his length.
The last thing he vaguely remembers from the night before, before everything went hazy with exhaustion and pleasure, was spilling as he clenched around Basch's cock, only one of many orgasms that he'd lost track of as the night wore on. So it didn't even seem all that strange to be waking up ensnared just as deeply as he'd been. ]