[ Basch suspects as much. He may not be uncomfortable with intimacy, but his greater years have taught him how rare it is. And precious. Sylvain doesn’t know what a gift he’s giving Basch in turn.
Their bodies slot together in the warm scented water, and Basch presses firmly around Sylvain, sighing contentedly. He kisses the man’s hair, then begins to stroke it back, fingers slow and gentle on Sylvain’s scalp, encouraging more of that bonelessness. He hums, nosing into a mark on the other’s neck. ]
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Their bodies slot together in the warm scented water, and Basch presses firmly around Sylvain, sighing contentedly. He kisses the man’s hair, then begins to stroke it back, fingers slow and gentle on Sylvain’s scalp, encouraging more of that bonelessness. He hums, nosing into a mark on the other’s neck. ]
You are a treasure.