[ It's so gratifyingly easy to get him to come. Basch takes all of him, swallowing hard and working him through his orgasm, moaning generously.
And when he pulls back, lips red and spit and come on his chin, he whispers curse and prayer tied up together, raking in the beautiful site of Sylvain debauched and sated and comfortable.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, the only pause before he sidles up, palms working slow and rhythmic up the other's thighs, his stomach and ribs. A cherishing, awed sort of exploration, slow and quietly possessive. ]
Waters and winds, you are a sight my pet. Precious and beautiful and so, so worthy. [ He's not even really aware of the nonsense spilling out of his mouth, even if every word of it is true. ]
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And when he pulls back, lips red and spit and come on his chin, he whispers curse and prayer tied up together, raking in the beautiful site of Sylvain debauched and sated and comfortable.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, the only pause before he sidles up, palms working slow and rhythmic up the other's thighs, his stomach and ribs. A cherishing, awed sort of exploration, slow and quietly possessive. ]
Waters and winds, you are a sight my pet. Precious and beautiful and so, so worthy. [ He's not even really aware of the nonsense spilling out of his mouth, even if every word of it is true. ]