[To part is nothing short of excruciating for the man who is impatient enough without the added layer of desperation granted by this 'rabbit soul.' He bites down on his lip and groans as the hand to his cock slips away. Hips twitch their own discontent, but he offers a sharp nod to Basch in return.
He will be brave in the face of a full two minutes of seperation if he must.
But only just so, apparently. The moment Basch has returned, the man melts into the ravenous kiss. A moan as bruised lips meet bruised lips. His tongue laps at Basch's bottom lip as if to reward the man for his sweet moan and his dutiful return. As if they'd been torn from one another's arms not by a search for lube but instead something far more dire.
Then his own prick is pressed against the other's and Baptiste's head jerks into the strong hand holding his hair.]
God in... [Baptiste mutters, tongue desperately working against his swollen bottom lip. The clipped groan turns into a hoarse bit of laughter.] Oh... you're too sweet. Too sweet-
[Baptiste stammers his compliments as his free hand reaches to grope at Basch's chest. His other arm maintains a desperate hold around Basch's neck - both for support and the comfort that he could guide this man precisely to what he needed.
And he needed this. Now. The steady friction between them a teasing preview of what that man's cock could do. He stammers out the rest of his reply, breathless and low.] Yes! Yes, fill me-
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He will be brave in the face of a full two minutes of seperation if he must.
But only just so, apparently. The moment Basch has returned, the man melts into the ravenous kiss. A moan as bruised lips meet bruised lips. His tongue laps at Basch's bottom lip as if to reward the man for his sweet moan and his dutiful return. As if they'd been torn from one another's arms not by a search for lube but instead something far more dire.
Then his own prick is pressed against the other's and Baptiste's head jerks into the strong hand holding his hair.]
God in... [Baptiste mutters, tongue desperately working against his swollen bottom lip. The clipped groan turns into a hoarse bit of laughter.] Oh... you're too sweet. Too sweet-
[Baptiste stammers his compliments as his free hand reaches to grope at Basch's chest. His other arm maintains a desperate hold around Basch's neck - both for support and the comfort that he could guide this man precisely to what he needed.
And he needed this. Now. The steady friction between them a teasing preview of what that man's cock could do. He stammers out the rest of his reply, breathless and low.] Yes! Yes, fill me-