[ Instead, Sylvain sort of melts into his hold with a soft groan, lips parting as eyes flutter closed. The kiss has that simmering hazy heat flaring up in him once more. The kind that seemed to turn him into a puddle in Basch's hands. ]
I don't... really know what that's like. [ he finally manages to murmur, breathless. ]
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I don't... really know what that's like. [ he finally manages to murmur, breathless. ]