[ Basch, to his credit, keeps silent, even if his fingers twitch to curl and he struggles not to shudder at the ghosting sensation. His own cock twitches in time with Sylvain's, and the worst part is, there's an additional tang of arousal there, some sick heat at the control and humiliation. That, he's sure, is entirely his.
What the laughter hides is the tiniest sound he makes, more of pleasure than of horror. He clamps it down though, breathing deeply through his nose. He has to do this. He has to win Sylvain's freedom, if only for a day. ]
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What the laughter hides is the tiniest sound he makes, more of pleasure than of horror. He clamps it down though, breathing deeply through his nose. He has to do this. He has to win Sylvain's freedom, if only for a day. ]