[ Basch’s hitches in turn as Sylvain so readily softens in his hold. No magic fanning his desire, or his ease. ]
You are perfect, Sylvain. And you are mine.
[ he nuzzles into the other before nipping at that exposed neck, preening in how well he already knows how to please his pet. His hand works firm and steady, his hips rocking gently in the water. ]
I am sincerely looking forward to spoiling you the next six months.
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You are perfect, Sylvain. And you are mine.
[ he nuzzles into the other before nipping at that exposed neck, preening in how well he already knows how to please his pet. His hand works firm and steady, his hips rocking gently in the water. ]
I am sincerely looking forward to spoiling you the next six months.