[ Sylvain gives a soft whimper when the man wraps around him, pulls him close. He buries his face against Basch's throat, still feeling a little overwhelmed, but that all seems to fade away each time he lets himself be wrapped up in this man who's come to own him.
A day ago, this would have terrified him. A day ago, he hadn't seen what the rest of this place was like. Hadn't seen that in his own way, Basch was a safe space. A protector, albeit an unconventional one.
Sylvain knew why he'd landed on that stage initially, sent to be sold to the highest bidder. After last night? He was all too aware of how his fate could have been so much worse.
As Basch presses against him, their legs tangled together, he feels the press of the man's cock against his hip and he can't help but squirm a little in remembrance. At how good it had felt to have Basch buried so deep inside him. How much pleasure they'd shared, whether Sylvain had been riding him, or sucking him of, or any of the other positions they'd thoroughly explored the night before.
He's still a little sore from it, his body very aware of just how much they'd done the night before, but that doesn't mean there's not still a spark of hunger, in an insatiable want for more, waking up just as surely as Basch had roused the rest of him. ]
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Date: 2025-01-10 03:32 am (UTC)A day ago, this would have terrified him. A day ago, he hadn't seen what the rest of this place was like. Hadn't seen that in his own way, Basch was a safe space. A protector, albeit an unconventional one.
Sylvain knew why he'd landed on that stage initially, sent to be sold to the highest bidder. After last night? He was all too aware of how his fate could have been so much worse.
As Basch presses against him, their legs tangled together, he feels the press of the man's cock against his hip and he can't help but squirm a little in remembrance. At how good it had felt to have Basch buried so deep inside him. How much pleasure they'd shared, whether Sylvain had been riding him, or sucking him of, or any of the other positions they'd thoroughly explored the night before.
He's still a little sore from it, his body very aware of just how much they'd done the night before, but that doesn't mean there's not still a spark of hunger, in an insatiable want for more, waking up just as surely as Basch had roused the rest of him. ]