[ He channels the myriad of sweet, dirty things he wants to say into a steady stream of low moans and hums. Sylvain twitches against him and it’s all the encouragement he needs, bobbing and sucking and reveling in the hand in his hair.
And reveling in Sylvain’s large, rigid cock. Pleasing him this way is not the easiest, not with the strain on his jaw or the choking sensation in his throat. Basch only feels pride at taking the challenge, another way he can care for this man where others would fail.
Mouth still working, he cups Sylvain’s sack, his hair tumbling over both of them, his own cock now rigid and wanting.
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And reveling in Sylvain’s large, rigid cock. Pleasing him this way is not the easiest, not with the strain on his jaw or the choking sensation in his throat. Basch only feels pride at taking the challenge, another way he can care for this man where others would fail.
Mouth still working, he cups Sylvain’s sack, his hair tumbling over both of them, his own cock now rigid and wanting.
This is perfect. ]