[Relief. A light of amusement dances in Baptiste's eyes before his own lashes slowly obscure the sight. He closes his eyes - focusing on the flow of wine with his own mouth. Alan's precision pairs well with the man's talent for taking on liquid.
In fact, it's a pleasant surprise. Baptiste doesn't have to lean on his own expertise of suddenly throwing liquids into the back of his throat. Instead, he finds himself indulging. It is a rare moment of relinquishing some of his own control as steadily drinks. A tart, smoking taste builds in his mouth - intermingling with the sweetened scent of the oil and the feeling of a careful tension to his lips.
It is a staggering trifecta, one that only highlights the feeling of desire that once again stirs. A contented shiver runs up his spine - a glimpse of placation from the suit's effects.
His fingers splay out just above Alan's knees. A twitch as they adjust their purchase. They do not travel further up the man's thighs just yet. Rather, they simply fall into repose.
Baptiste continues to drink, lips working against the side of the cup to ensure he didn't spill a drop from this act. He'll drink until the glass is empty. Blue eyes crack open as his tongue flicks out to press its appreciation to the rim of the glass. A tongue growing more and more wistful to press against the flesh of his momentary 'lord.'
He doesn't move away. Doesn't speak. Instead, he waits. Watches the other with an unspoken desire.]
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In fact, it's a pleasant surprise. Baptiste doesn't have to lean on his own expertise of suddenly throwing liquids into the back of his throat. Instead, he finds himself indulging. It is a rare moment of relinquishing some of his own control as steadily drinks. A tart, smoking taste builds in his mouth - intermingling with the sweetened scent of the oil and the feeling of a careful tension to his lips.
It is a staggering trifecta, one that only highlights the feeling of desire that once again stirs. A contented shiver runs up his spine - a glimpse of placation from the suit's effects.
His fingers splay out just above Alan's knees. A twitch as they adjust their purchase. They do not travel further up the man's thighs just yet. Rather, they simply fall into repose.
Baptiste continues to drink, lips working against the side of the cup to ensure he didn't spill a drop from this act. He'll drink until the glass is empty. Blue eyes crack open as his tongue flicks out to press its appreciation to the rim of the glass. A tongue growing more and more wistful to press against the flesh of his momentary 'lord.'
He doesn't move away. Doesn't speak. Instead, he waits. Watches the other with an unspoken desire.]