[ There are calls and jeers and laughter from the assembled Fae as the two humans collide, struggling as much internally as their bodies do externally. For all the good it does them, because the instinct to resist, to defend, to struggle, is ingrained deeply in the both of them. Coming without need for thought, or their own command. So much is pure reaction that the magic can latch hold to far faster than their minds could ever catch up.
So they struggle - not against the magic but against one another, bodies crashing into one another as hands grapple and weight shifts, knees digging into the stone to brace.
He hisses out a soft curse as he feels those teeth sink into his shoulder, leaving behind yet one more visible mark on his already-scarred flesh. The pain is sharp, but not enough to clear his head. If anything, it sends him deeper into the maddening need to pin the other man beneath him.
Look at them tear at each other like mindless beasts. the Fae above them calls to his fellows, his words a mocking taunt. Ever such violent displays of dominance, and for what? It only proves how much they crave this. Delight in the revelry of it, like the beasts they are.
Sylvain had mostly tuned the voice out, too focused on trying to struggle his way free. But the Fae's words still hold the magic to shape and change in and of themselves, and he gives a strangled sound as he feels heat suddenly rush through him, dizzying and disorienting, his skin seeming to tingle and buzz with awareness. Against his thigh, against Basch's hip as he struggles to pin the man's lower body in place, he feels his cock begin to stir with unwanted interest. ]
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So they struggle - not against the magic but against one another, bodies crashing into one another as hands grapple and weight shifts, knees digging into the stone to brace.
He hisses out a soft curse as he feels those teeth sink into his shoulder, leaving behind yet one more visible mark on his already-scarred flesh. The pain is sharp, but not enough to clear his head. If anything, it sends him deeper into the maddening need to pin the other man beneath him.
Look at them tear at each other like mindless beasts. the Fae above them calls to his fellows, his words a mocking taunt. Ever such violent displays of dominance, and for what? It only proves how much they crave this. Delight in the revelry of it, like the beasts they are.
Sylvain had mostly tuned the voice out, too focused on trying to struggle his way free. But the Fae's words still hold the magic to shape and change in and of themselves, and he gives a strangled sound as he feels heat suddenly rush through him, dizzying and disorienting, his skin seeming to tingle and buzz with awareness. Against his thigh, against Basch's hip as he struggles to pin the man's lower body in place, he feels his cock begin to stir with unwanted interest. ]