[ Ironically, it's an outlook Sylvain understands all too well. Wasn't that exactly what he'd been, all his life? The disappointing son. The unwanted obstacle to his brother. A pawn, to be maneuvered and used, and then discarded when his usefulness was done.
But this... this wasn't the place he'd ever expected to end up. Instead of discarded, he was on an entirely new gameboard now. one he still didn't know the rules to.
Maybe that wasn't as important here, though. And Basch's hands on him made it hard to worry about that right now anyway.
He gives a soft moan as his head falls back against Basch's shoulder, unable to keep from arching into that touch, craving the feel of Basch's hands on his skin. ]
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But this... this wasn't the place he'd ever expected to end up. Instead of discarded, he was on an entirely new gameboard now. one he still didn't know the rules to.
Maybe that wasn't as important here, though. And Basch's hands on him made it hard to worry about that right now anyway.
He gives a soft moan as his head falls back against Basch's shoulder, unable to keep from arching into that touch, craving the feel of Basch's hands on his skin. ]