[When the other man's lips meet his own, there is a shiver of satisfaction. Baptiste rewards the eager kiss with greedy reciprocation. His tongue runs over the other's bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth to graze it gently with teeth. A lick into Basch's mouth to claim ownership. Baptiste presses forward. It is a bruising connection of hunger and lust.
One of his hands reaches up to grasp at Basch's hair. Baptiste's fingers entangle with blonde locks as he rolls his hips into the man. Demanding.
Baptiste breaks the kiss, panting against Basch's lips. Breathless yet undeterred, he speaks.] You best find us a den, mm? [Baptiste chuckles. Separating from the heat between their bodies was not an option for this man. He's quickly grown far too impatient - and it takes everything in him to not demand to be pressed into the sand beneath them. Instead, he shifts his weight in Basch's strong hands, bringing his legs up to wrap around the man's waist with ease. He locks himself around the other man, shifting his head to better whisper orders into the other man's ear.]
Carry me. [There is a self satisfied smile forming on Baptiste's lips. It can be felt in the kisses he begins pressing into Basch's neck... and the mischievous nipping of teeth into flesh that follow. Each nibble a further, impish demand. The longer he is made to wait, the more fervent each bite becomes.]
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One of his hands reaches up to grasp at Basch's hair. Baptiste's fingers entangle with blonde locks as he rolls his hips into the man. Demanding.
Baptiste breaks the kiss, panting against Basch's lips. Breathless yet undeterred, he speaks.] You best find us a den, mm? [Baptiste chuckles. Separating from the heat between their bodies was not an option for this man. He's quickly grown far too impatient - and it takes everything in him to not demand to be pressed into the sand beneath them. Instead, he shifts his weight in Basch's strong hands, bringing his legs up to wrap around the man's waist with ease. He locks himself around the other man, shifting his head to better whisper orders into the other man's ear.]
Carry me. [There is a self satisfied smile forming on Baptiste's lips. It can be felt in the kisses he begins pressing into Basch's neck... and the mischievous nipping of teeth into flesh that follow. Each nibble a further, impish demand. The longer he is made to wait, the more fervent each bite becomes.]