[With the steady exposure of Alan's thighs, Baptiste's fingers traverse upward in tandem. Oiled thumbs press into muscle and flesh, stopping just at the edge of the other man's finery. A purposeful stay of his hand, and an impressive testament to just how far Baptiste has stayed his impatience. A subtle yield to his current, temporary 'station.'
The drawn nature of each 'advancement' reminiscent of the penny bodice-snatchers he'd idly flipped through on the road time and time again. The spark of yearning this ignites in his soul threatens to awaken some affinity for this sort of subservience.
Anticipation is the lover of Adrenaline, after all-
Baptiste's lips part with the caress of the pad of the other's thumb. His grip on the other's thighs tighten.
And then that 'command' comes. Baptiste blinks, a curious wonder crossing his expression. His head cocks to the side, cheek nestling into the other's palm. The inflection at the end of the other's request brings with it a clear question.
A question that Baptiste allows to slip away between them without a second thought.]
Then you'll have to use what sense you have left to tell me what you want. [A warm response. Yet with a light of mischief in his eyes, his mouth opens as he takes the other's thumb inside. His tongue slides over the pad of Alan's tongue.]
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The drawn nature of each 'advancement' reminiscent of the penny bodice-snatchers he'd idly flipped through on the road time and time again. The spark of yearning this ignites in his soul threatens to awaken some affinity for this sort of subservience.
Anticipation is the lover of Adrenaline, after all-
Baptiste's lips part with the caress of the pad of the other's thumb. His grip on the other's thighs tighten.
And then that 'command' comes. Baptiste blinks, a curious wonder crossing his expression. His head cocks to the side, cheek nestling into the other's palm. The inflection at the end of the other's request brings with it a clear question.
A question that Baptiste allows to slip away between them without a second thought.]
Then you'll have to use what sense you have left to tell me what you want. [A warm response. Yet with a light of mischief in his eyes, his mouth opens as he takes the other's thumb inside. His tongue slides over the pad of Alan's tongue.]