[ There’s quite a bit to be said for this—or, well, absolutely nothing to be literally spoken about, really, because he would feel a damn fool to try to put words to this. He relaxes into the hold well enough, though, bonelessly pliable as Basch shares his affections. That they grow more significant, however, is distinctly pleasant, and he submits to it gladly.
Though the flip, well, that’s a reversal of fortunes he really didn’t expect—a sharp intake of breath the only overt sign he wasn’t entirely ready to get rolled out onto his back. He doesn’t mean to be so tightly wound even as his reflexes seem muddled. It shows in his hazel-green eyes, in how they’re just a shade too wide, but his mouth quirks into somewhat lopsided smirk nonetheless. Though that, too, fades into a soft huff of breath at the pressure, light enough to be a tease in its own right, against his groin. ]
It needn’t be so— [ He sighs, shifting, a sense of anticipation building as he rests his fingers along Basch’s jaw. His thumb strokes over his lower lip as he tries again, ] However you wish it. It’s no obligation to meet.
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Though the flip, well, that’s a reversal of fortunes he really didn’t expect—a sharp intake of breath the only overt sign he wasn’t entirely ready to get rolled out onto his back. He doesn’t mean to be so tightly wound even as his reflexes seem muddled. It shows in his hazel-green eyes, in how they’re just a shade too wide, but his mouth quirks into somewhat lopsided smirk nonetheless. Though that, too, fades into a soft huff of breath at the pressure, light enough to be a tease in its own right, against his groin. ]
It needn’t be so— [ He sighs, shifting, a sense of anticipation building as he rests his fingers along Basch’s jaw. His thumb strokes over his lower lip as he tries again, ] However you wish it. It’s no obligation to meet.