[ Later, Basch will be mortified for someone to have met him like this. Right now, though, his too-intent gaze is fixed on the other sizing him up, a knot of dread and anticipation shifting in his chest. He's being judged, as is only this man's right -- but will be determined to be fit for the role he'd desperately like to fill?
The other takes a bite, and Basch's eyes dart to his teeth, his lips, and it's a miracle his eyelids don't flutter and no moan escapes him, unabashedly imagining the feel of them against his skin.
The words almost don't register, and Basch has to blink, eyes roving again as this confident man asks for more. Speech is not Basch's forte, and he wrinkles his brow in thought, not wanting to squander this opportunity, but desperately aware he very well might by obliging that command. ]
You are...confident. Flashy. We would be a good balance. [ Basch could lift him easily, use his weight to give the other high resistance. But he was just as enticed by being ordered around, or even fucked by the other man. ] I will just as happily serve as submit.
[ He wants it to be this man, though. There's a reason he caught Basch's eye in the crowd, a pulling sense that they're a pair, that this is his match. His body is thrumming with the knowledge that only something good can come of their mating.
But that only works if the other agrees. Of course this fine of a man would have multiple suitors. Basch is not a fool. ]
sorry for the delay -- you caught me on my way out of town for a long weekend
The other takes a bite, and Basch's eyes dart to his teeth, his lips, and it's a miracle his eyelids don't flutter and no moan escapes him, unabashedly imagining the feel of them against his skin.
The words almost don't register, and Basch has to blink, eyes roving again as this confident man asks for more. Speech is not Basch's forte, and he wrinkles his brow in thought, not wanting to squander this opportunity, but desperately aware he very well might by obliging that command. ]
You are...confident. Flashy. We would be a good balance. [ Basch could lift him easily, use his weight to give the other high resistance. But he was just as enticed by being ordered around, or even fucked by the other man. ] I will just as happily serve as submit.
[ He wants it to be this man, though. There's a reason he caught Basch's eye in the crowd, a pulling sense that they're a pair, that this is his match. His body is thrumming with the knowledge that only something good can come of their mating.
But that only works if the other agrees. Of course this fine of a man would have multiple suitors. Basch is not a fool. ]