Friday - December 12th, 2008
Who: Bastian and Syn When: Afternoon Where: Bastian's apartment What: Syn needs a break and Bastian needs to relax. Rated: NSFW
Four minutes and thirty seconds. That had to be some sort of record. Of course Syn was mostly ready to head out before he had even spoken to Bastian. He had his makeup on already at least and that was the most time consuming part of his getting ready process. So all he had had to do was toss on some different clothes, a pair of black vinyl pants and a black shirt that was too tight and had zippers across the front, and he was ready to go, after tugging on his black trench coat of course. It was New England and December. It was cold outside. But still, it was at four minutes and thirty seconds that he lifted a small hand up to knock on the other man's door. He wore a bit of a smirk as he waited for Bastian to answer. He would be collecting his reward now, whatever that may be.
Wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt, Bastian didn't bother to change clothes when he encouraged Syn to come over. Putting up an away message and closing his laptop, he padded barefoot to the sofa to wait, wondering just how long it would take Syn to arrive. At the knock, he frowned, turning his head towards the door. Bastian stood and walked over, checking the locks. They were all open as he said. Leaning against the wall, he waited, determined not to open the door himself until after the five minute mark had passed.
Syn was all too aware of the time that was passing him by. Had Bastian told him to just come in? He was racking his brain trying to remember but there was hardly time to recall before his time would have run out. Chewing his lower lip, he hesitated before he knocked again. Fifteen seconds to go. Still there was no answer. It was at four minutes and fifty-nine seconds that he decided to just try the door. It was unlocked so he pushed it open and there was Bastian, standing in wait. Syn pouted just a little. "I don't remember you saying that it was unlocked."
Bastian was smiling at the door, the second knock making him chuckle softly. Apparently Syn didn't remember he'd told him to come straight in. Wiping the smirk from his face, he glanced at his watch, noting the seconds ticking down. The door opened just before the five minutes were up and Bastian dropped his hand back to his pocket. "I said the door was open. It was." The pout was just too cute, but he made sure not to show it, instead just watching Syn. After a moment, he pushed away from the wall, turned and walked into the kitchen.
Syn was fairly certain that he had NOT said anything of the sort, but he wasn't going to argue with him. Instead, he hung back near the door, watching Bastian as he walked away toward the kitchen. "Permission to follow, Sir?" Syn asked in a soft voice after a moment, falling easily and quite naturally into the role of submissive where Bastian was concerned.
"Granted." The permission was tossed casually over his shoulder, Bastian moving to the fridge to pull out a bottle of soda. "Would you like one?" The bottles were glass since he preferred them. They just maintained the cold so much longer.
Syn followed Bastian into the kitchen then, the door to the apartment closed behind him though he did not lock it as it was not locked when he had entered. "Yes please. Thank you," he replied to the offer, noticing and glad for the quiet around them. Ikon had been "discovering" technology ever since yesterday afternoon. This consisted of the television being on full volume and flipped from station to station repeatedly as well as the stereo on full blast blaring one station after another after another. It was exhausting.
Pulling out another Coke, Bastian set it on the table in front of a chair. "You may sit." For himself, he moved to the opposite side, sitting down and relaxing into the chair. Rather that twist off the bottle cap, he brought the bottle between his legs, knowing Syn's eyes would follow. A quick twist and his belt buckle popped off the cap. The cap was tossed onto the table, Bastian taking a sip of the soda. "So is Ikon driving you crazy?"
"Thank you," Bastian replied softly then took a seat, his eyes taking in every movement the other man made, including the bottle moving down to his belt buckle to be opened, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips though he did his best to repress it. "Yes, he is," Syn answered honestly and with a soft laugh. "He is.. acclimating himself with modern technology." His hands moved up to cup the cold bottle of soda as he added, "It's quite irritating."
Bastian nodded, noting that Syn hadn't opened his soda yet. Hiding the smirk with the bottle, he took another sip. He could read through the lines and figured out that Ikon was investigating the TV, the music, the internet and computers. "Sounds like you needed a break more than you let on."
"Hmm," Syn smiled softly. "I like to think that I can handle just about anything." He was considering the soda now, thinking about opening it. It was a twist off cap, he knew that, but there could be a much more interesting way to do this, clearly. And so he asked, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth, "Do you have a bottle opener that I may use?" He tapped the lid.
Bastian chuckled, "I'm pretty sure you can handle quite a bit." He watched the man play with the bottle, glancing around. At the question, he raised a brow. "I do. There's one in the drawer." Of course he knew that wasn't exactly the answer Syn was looking for, but the man should know how Bastian loved to hear intentions, desires spelled out.
Syn knew precisely what Bastian was playing at, and his lips pursed into a bit of a frown before he replied simply, "I can think of one that's much closer." His brow quirked slightly as he asked, "Permission to make use of it, Sir?" Yes, he also knew that Bastian preferred to be called Master, and in a scene he would certainly use that term, but as of right now, he wasn't Syn's Master, and until the time came, if it ever did, when he was, he would prefer to use the more casual manner of address.
He noticed the different term used, and didn't mind it. Master was for a scene, which this wasn't. This was two semi-friends getting together for a drink. Setting his bottle on the table Bastian nodded, granting leave to Syn to open his bottle as he chose.
When the other man nodded, Syn couldn't help but smirk. He moved from his chair, taking the bottle in hand, but he didn't move onto his feet, instead he moved onto his knees. And it was on his knees that he crawled over toward Bastian, a free hand sliding up over the other man's thigh as he leaned in close, reaching forward to use Bastian's belt buckle to pop the cap off of his Coke. And now that it was open, he remained on his knees before Bastian as he took a drink. "Mmm," he smirked just a little. "Nothing quite like a glass bottle."
Bastian took a slow sip from his own bottle, watching Syn with dark eyes over the glass. There was just something incredibly sexy about having someone on their knees between his legs. Syn's hand was still on his thigh, so Bastian covered it with his own, stroking the skin absently with his thumb. "Quenches your thirst?"
There was no place that Syn would rather be at this moment than on the floor and between Bastian's thighs or at his side or wherever it was that the other man wanted him. Of course, if he had his preference, he would have been naked while doing so. These pants, though they highlighted his assets nicely and were one of his favorite pairs to wear, didn't exactly breathe or move very well. "Mmhmm," he replied with a smile and a soft nod before he leaned to tilt his head, chin resting upon the other man's knee. "How has your week been?"
Bastian set his Coke back on the table, giving him a free hand and a clear view to look at Syn. Rather than letting his gaze roam over the body, he settled on the eyes, talking to the man rather than the pet. "It's been interesting to say the least. I've been helping out where I can and am apparently on guard duty tonight." Since it was the full and he was a shifter of sorts, he'd volunteered to keep any rogues in line along with a hellhound he hadn't yet met. It was going to be an interesting night. If he was smart, he'd nap now so he could stay awake. Bastian never claimed to be smart.
Syn smiled a little, pleased that not only was he speaking to him as a person he was having a normal conversation with but that he'd not told him to move, to get up. He kind of liked it where he was. It was comfortable for him, and comforting, a nice break from having to be the responsible party in his household for the last little while. Ikon was a bit of a handful, and Rocky was no picnic either. This was a nice reprieve from all of that. "You should be resting," Syn observed, though it wasn't his place to tell Bastian what to do.
"I should," Bastian agreed, still stroking the back of Syn's hand. "But I'm not." He'd invited the other man over for a break from his own life. Bastian would not be remiss in caring for Syn as either a friend or a Dom by going to lie down and leaving the other to fend for himself.
"I could rest with you," Syn offered, then shifted back onto his knees more fully to have another sip of his coke before placing the glass bottle on the table, freeing up both his hands. The one remained as it was, but the other slid lightly up Bastian's other thigh as he shuffled on his knees to be more directly in front of him. "And, if you needed help unwinding enough to do so beforehand, you know I could do that as well."
Bastian chuckled softly. "I'm still not certain if you help me unwind, or if you just get me going even more." He was sure that, if he let himself, Syn could become addicting. As it was, they were still trying to feel each other out. "Is that an offer to help me out or a request?" At this point, he wasn't sure he was going to take the man up on it, but it was so tempting.
Syn could not help but smirk. He knew a compliment when he heard one, and something like that coming from Bastian made him feel quite pleased with himself. But yes, they were still feeling one another out, testing the waters to see where things went but more and more lately Syn found himself thinking about Bastian, and not just about Bastian but about the possibility of what life with Bastian would be like, what life as a full-time submissive would be like. He had been reading stories, and it was true that different Masters had different expectations from their partners, but the essential themes and ideas appealed to him. "A bit of both," Syn replied honestly. "An offer because I'd genuinely like to be of help to you and a request because, well," Syn smiled a little as he made the admission, "I want you."
Bastian's smile softened as he watched Syn. He was so good about staying perfectly still. Most would fidget a bit while on their knees, but Syn held his position like a good boy. "Tell you what. Come lay down with me. We'll see if I want anything else from there."
“Of course," Syn replied softly, and then he shifted back so that Bastian would have room to stand. He would wait until after the other man stood before he stood simply so that his height would never be greater than Bastian's own. Fortunately Syn was a small man, so he could stand to his full height and not even come close to that.
Bastian was working hard to ensure that anything he said didn't sound like a command. Syn was not his and was free to say no at any time. Choice and freedom were important to Bastian, which made the gifting of them even more special. Syn still had his choice and his freedom, so he was mindful of it. Rising to his feet, he gestured for Syn to come to his and follow. He left the sodas on the table, not too concerned about them right now and headed back to his bedroom, knowing Syn would follow.
Of course Syn had choice and free-will in all of this. He was keenly aware of that. And it was his decision to gift the control of that to Bastian for as long as the sprite himself was comfortable in doing so and the shifter was comfortable in accepting it. It was all temporary for now. But he did move to his feet once Bastian had and he followed him through the apartment with which he had already moderately familiarized himself the last time he'd come here to join the other for lunch. Shoes were discarded by the bedroom door before Syn asked, "Shall I undress?"
Glancing over his shoulder, pausing in the middle of stripping off his own shirt, Bastian nodded. "Yes, at least the outer layers." He wasn't going to tell Syn to strip all the way down, but it wouldn't surprise him if the man wore nothing but skin underneath those sexy pants. Left in his jeans, he crawled on top the comforter, folding his hands behind his head. The bedroom wasn't decorated; none of the rooms were since he had yet to really move any of his more personal possessions to this place. Quite a bit would probably stay in Boston. Bastian made a mental note to go through the apartment and determine what still needed to be moved or bought.
Bastian knew him well enough already. Syn wore nothing other than the pants and the shirt in addition to the shoes he had already taken off. So outer layers stripped left him with nothing but what he had been wearing when he'd come into the world. And it was in this that he joined Bastian on the bed, not asking for permission as he had already been told in the kitchen that he was to come and lay with him. He slid in close, curling up as near to the man as he possibly could without touching him. If Bastian wanted more, he only had to ask for it.
Yes he wanted more. "C'mere," he spoke softly, dropping one arm down to rest around Syn's shoulders, pulling him in close to his own body. He tucked Syn's head under his chin and breathed deeply, taking in the peace, the man's scent. Bastian was still uncertain if he wanted more than just this, but for now it was enough.
Syn gladly accommodated that. He could think of nothing that could be better than this at this moment in time unless perhaps... He pushed that thought from his mind. The last thing he needed to be doing right now when he was meant to unwind from everything that was happening was to be thinking too much about what was happening. So instead, he would distract himself by learning more about Bastian and his wants and needs. "What would your idea day to day consist of? As in if you were to have a full-time submissive whom you shared your life with?"
Bastian rubbed Syn's back, stroking his fingertips over the skin, the bones and muscles felt just underneath. He could feel Syn's mind drifting and the mental shake he gave before asking his question. Bastian stayed silent for a long moment, trying to figure out the best way to form his answer. He wanted a partner, not just someone to submit to him. A lover, someone to love that he could care for. He told Syn as much. "I'm not concerned about the day as much as I am about the person. I want a partner. Someone I can love and care for."
“So not just a pet, then," Syn concluded, imagining now that it would be something very similar to what he and Ikon had, something on that level but with much more intimacy involved, a yin to the yang, the dark to the light, etc. That is exactly what he and Ikon had been to one another for all these years. What Ikon lacked, he made up for, and vice versa, there was just no sex involved, no play. "I don't think I've ever been in love," Syn remarked somewhat offhandedly. "I've been infatuated, of course, but never in love." He smiled a little as he added, "I suppose the closest I've ever come to being in love is with Ikon and that's a strictly platonic sort of thing." Of course there was William as well, whom he would do nearly anything for though that felt more like infatuation and less like real and honest love the more time he spent thinking about it.
“No, not just a pet," Bastian agreed. "Of course, being my pet would be part of it." He would see to his pet's needs, but the same would be expected. "Why so curious?" Hearing the second comment, Bastian nodded. He'd never been in love either, but he was still young by superhuman standards.
Syn smiled a little at the clarification. But the question made him smirk a bit as he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Oh, you know, just... I dunno why really. I've been reading a lot, about other people's experiences. As you know I've never lived the life full-time personally, but the idea of it appeals to me. The reality of it, though, seems quite varied from one submissive to the next, one Master to the next so... Just wondering what the reality of it would be like for you."
Bastian shrugged, the movement pulling Syn closer to his body. "Depends on my sub. I have my expectations, but I think you know I'm pretty flexible. By the time I collar someone for that lifestyle, I expect to know that person inside and out. What we expect from the other shouldn't need to be laid out too much." Was Syn thinking about him in that respect?
“That's a good idea," Syn admitted with a smile. "I think what I've learned, if anything, from reading some of these stories is that far too many people rush into things and don't know one another or what it's to be like before they bury themselves in it. And at that point, it's a struggle to either make it work or to get out." And yes, he was thinking about it. In general terms as well as specific ones.
"Too many people like to rush into things period," he stated, quoting Syn. "Be it a job, a relationship or a lifestyle. When it comes to partners, I'm not the type to jump from one to another." Bastian paused, trying to think of a way to explain it. "My first form was a wolf, and I think along those lines quite frequently. When I take a partner, a mate, it's for life." He hoped that what he admitted wouldn't frighten Syn off, though if it did, maybe it was for the better.
Syn smiled a little. He'd been waiting for near a century to find the right partner so he had no intentions of rushing into anything now. "Though playmates are a different story, I suppose," he remarked with a soft laugh. He'd not be scared off yet. It would take more than that to frighten him. "My friend Will gave me a trinket, a charm for a necklace, of the Earth. He gave me this because I am content to revolve around the Sun, like any other planet would, only I do it better than all the others. I create a home, a safe place, where things can thrive and grow." He smiled fondly. "I suppose that's what I've always done, and what I always want to do. I don't need to.. shine brightly or dictate the movement of the Universe to which I belong to give me purpose. I have plenty of purpose of my own. Because, just as the Earth could not survive without the Sun, the Sun would be nothing more than just another star without the planets who revolve around him."
Bastian arched a brow, shifting his head slightly to look down at Syn. "Will sounds like much more than a friend with the way you talk about him." Still, the comparison seemed to be pretty accurate.
Syn shifted slightly so that he could look up at Bastian, trying to gauge how he meant that statement, whether there was any sort of feeling behind it. And then he hesitated, uncertain how to even respond to that. "He is," he finally concluded. "He's more... my best friend, I suppose." Though even that didn't seem an accurate description of what he was to him.
Bastian saw the hesitation and wondered at it. Gently he asked, "Would he mind your being here?" From the way it sounded, it seemed like this Will had a claim on Syn already. Bastian didn't want to be one to step in the middle.
"Probably," Syn answered honestly. "It's not his place to mind, though. He and I are... really not anything to one another, at least nothing that would give him any sort of.. claim." He wasn't sure how to explain it, what the two of them had. "Will is just.. he's quite demanding. He likes being the center of attention, the center of the world, really, but it's all rather one-sided." And Syn wasn't trying to speak badly of him, just being honest. "He takes what he wants when he wants it but he doesn't always give. Though I don't always ask so... I guess I'm just as much at fault."
Bastian nodded, listening. The conversation wasn't exactly helping him to wind down, but that was fine with him. He'd rather the chance to get to know Syn better anyways. He rolled to his side, keeping Syn tucked against him. "Maybe. Maybe he didn't give you a chance to ask."
"That's kind of true," Syn replied with a soft laugh. "He's usually too busy talking about his own problems." He smiled, and then he shifted so that he could see Bastian a bit better as he added, "I don't care that he wouldn't like it."
Bastian smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Syn's ear. "Part of me says that's good to hear, and the other part thinks that snarky side of you needs to be swatted down a bit," he grinned, chuckling.
Syn had to laugh at that, giving the other man a cheeky grin as he asked, "And you think you're the right person to do the swatting?"
Bastian lowered his hand, stroking over the place where he had carved his mark less than a week before. "I've done it before. I could do it again." His own smile took on a darker quality, knowing just how it'd make the man melt a bit.
If it was his intention to make Syn tremble just a little, he did exactly that. The smaller man smiled, a shy sort of smile as he replied, his voice taking on a soft and somewhat husky quality, "I'm well aware." And then on impulse, he leaned up to press a kiss against the other man's lips. Uninvited, of course, but perhaps he enjoyed pushing boundaries.
Bastian allowed the kiss for a moment then quickly pulled back, bringing his hand up to slap Syn lightly across the cheek. "You take liberties not yet granted to you, my dear. Remember to ask first." Still, he wasn't angry. The strike was a simple reminder and he stroked Syn's cheek to soothe the mark, leaning down to press his lips to the other's forehead.
That light slap across the face was nearly enough to make Syn purr. He appreciated a firm hand, after all. But he managed to repress it, instead answering with a bit of a pout and a sudden downward shift of his eyes. "My apologies," he said softly, then closed his eyes as Bastian's hand stroked his cheek. "Permission to kiss you, Sir," he practically cooed, wanting to even more now than he had before.
“Mm. In a moment." Bastian feathered kisses down over Syn's temple, shifting his hand to stroke and lightly squeeze his throat. Temple, cheek, jaw, following the line to his chin and around to the other side. He was teasing them both and it was winding him up, just as predicted.
Syn barely managed to stifle a whimper or protest, the sound escaping his lips as nothing more than a soft sigh. Of course he was rewarded with something nearly as good as those lips against his own and that was those lips upon his face. He clutched his hands against the cloth of the comforter beneath them to keep from leaning into the other man's touch, most especially when he gave his throat that light squeeze. Yes. This was winding them both up. But if you couldn't unwind, you may as well enjoy the time otherwise, right?
Bastian was intent on simply feathering his lips over Syn's features, memorizing the feel and shape with his mouth until the other moan. The sigh was an excellent start, but not what he was looking for. His lips traveled over the other's nose, up the ridge, barely brushing over his eyelids, pecking soft kisses over his cheekbones to his temple. His skin was soft and smooth, lovely under his lips.
So this had turned into a battle of wills, clearly. Though wasn't that generally the case? Bastian would see how far he had to push Syn's buttons before Syn gave him the response that he wanted. But it wasn't going to be that easy this time around. Syn was good at controlling his responses. And though his breathing, and the way that his body seemed to both simultaneously tense and melt, gave away a lot about what he was feeling right now and the kind of affect Bastian's actions were having on him. But still he gave no whimpers, no moans.
So this had turned into a battle of wills, clearly. Though wasn't that generally the case? Bastian would see how far he had to push Syn's buttons before Syn gave him the response that he wanted. But it wasn't going to be that easy this time around. Syn was good at controlling his responses. And though his breathing, and the way that his body seemed to both simultaneously tense and melt, gave away a lot about what he was feeling right now and the affect that Bastian's actions were having on him, Syn still gave no whimpers, no moans, nothing to attest to this face aside from a few soft, breathy shudders.
Bastian's lips curved into a smile, knowing the game Syn played. There were a couple options for him. He could pull back, drop the contest and sleep like he was supposed to, or he could seize the challenge and get the responses he wanted. Bastian wasn't one to quit. Gripping Syn's throat a bit tighter, he turned his head to reveal his ear. Lips ghosted over the lobe, tongue flicking out to follow the line of the soft skin, his breath soft and hot against his skin.
It was that rough hand around his throat more than anything that did Syn in. Combine that with the torment that Bastian inflicted upon his ear, and he was practically putty. He had earned the moan, and Syn willingly gave it the sound seemingly coursing throughout his entire, petite form prior to ever escaping from those full lips.
Chuckling against his ear for a moment, Bastian slowly raised his head. He hadn't expected Syn to give in quite so easily, but he couldn't find it in himself to be disappointed. "I do love hearing that," he murmured just before pressing his lips to Syn's in reward.
“Mmm," Syn hummed slightly, managing to get a sentence out before those lips overtook his own. "You took it from me far too easily." He knew it. He wasn't ashamed to admit it. But Bastian seemed to affect him more than others did, more than anyone else ever really had. And why wouldn't he? He was sexy, intelligent, and he wasn't afraid to take control of the situation or ashamed of what he wanted. He was honest and upfront. Everything that Syn knew of the man only made him like him that much more.
"I just know which buttons to push." To prove his point, Bastian squeezed his hand, cutting off the breath for a short moment. Releasing, he stroked his thumb over the line of Syn's throat leaving the reminder of his control. Bastian gave another quick kiss to the waiting mouth, then rolled onto his back once more. His jeans were starting to get uncomfortable with an obvious tent in the front. "So much for winding down, hmm?"
"You've learned quickly," Syn whispered, though he hardly had time to get the words out before his breath was forcefully caught in his throat. He shuddered softly as that thumb stroked down over his throat, a slow smile forming upon his lips which were soon after kissed. He could get used to this, just lying in bed with him, playing around a little. That thought made him smile, and the comment made him smirk. "Well, if you can't wind down, you may as well wind up instead."
Bastian smiled, his free hand coming down to rest on his waist. His thumb caught his belt buckle, fingertips lying over the bulge. "I'm definitely working on that up part." Drawing his eyes over Syn's lithe body and back up, he returned the smirk. "Help me out with that."
Syn could feel himself flush as those eyes ran up and down his body. There was nothing like being devoured by a sexy man's eyes to make him feel absolutely perfect. A slow smile curled his lips as he replied, "Anything you wish." Yes, that was rather open ended, but he trusted Bastian to not take advantage of that too terribly much. Of course he'd be disappointed if he didn't take advantage at least a little.
"Careful with that promise. I've got a big....imagination." Bastian grinned, knowing Syn knew just how big his imagination really was. He waited patiently for a moment, expecting Syn to move and yet he didn't. Fingers started tapping against his jeans a not-so-subtle hint.
"I know," Syn replied with a smirk. "It compliments your big cock quite well." Oh, was he feeling cheeky right now or what? He wasn't sure where this playful streak had really come from suddenly. He had only wanted a break from his life over the last few days but, honestly, what could possibly make for a better break than this? He quirked a brow slightly, then he took that subtle him, shifting to sit up so that he had better control over his hands as he moved both up to unhook Bastian's belt. That would be the only part he would use his hands for, however. After that was done, he leaned in to instead use his teeth for the button and the zipper on Bastian's jeans, bright eyes watching the other man's face as he did so.
Bastian chuckled at Syn's little display. At the moment, it was rather cute and suited him perfectly. "I do so enjoy my big cock." Tucking his hand back behind his head, Bastian shifted the pillows so he could sit up a bit and watch Syn in his lap. Except the man wasn't in his lap just yet, he was sitting to the side. That could be fixed in a bit.
"Mmm, as do I." Syn gave a slight wiggle of his brows for emphasis. Speaking of Bastian's big cock, this was the object that he quickly sought once Bastian's jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. Syn shifted from his position at Bastian's side to instead straddle his lap, his bare ass sat on top of the other man's denim-clad thighs. Hands worked to push the fabric of his jeans out of the way so he could free the topic of their conversation, but he didn't touch. He hadn't been given permission to touch yet. Instead he just ran his hands up and down the other man's abs, awaiting further instruction.
Bastian was only half hard at this point, but he was patient. His body arched a bit into the touch, legs kicking the denim off the rest of the way. Syn felt good in his lap, a gentle weight that he could bounce around if needed. But they weren't talking about fucking, so Bastian pushed that thought to the side. "Tell me what you'd like to do," he commanded softly.
Syn shifted easily on Bastian's lap so that he could push his jeans further down, more than content to have this incredibly sexy naked man beneath him. The question caused the smaller man's breath to catch in his throat. He knew the answer, knew what he wanted to say but... Should he say it? That was the real question. It was a demand, though, and Syn was not one to ignore demands for the most part. "I'd like to suck your cock, get it hard and slick." It was at this point that he hesitated slightly, though not because he wasn't certain about what he wanted, but because he wasn't certain how Bastian would feel about it. then I'd like for you to fuck me."
Syn shifted easily on Bastian's lap so that he could push his jeans further down, more than content to have this incredibly sexy naked man beneath him. The question caused the smaller man's breath to catch in his throat. He knew the answer, knew what he wanted to say but... Should he say it? That was the real question. It was a demand, though, and Syn was not one to ignore demands for the most part. "I'd like to suck your cock, get it hard and slick." It was at this point that he hesitated slightly, though not because he wasn't certain about what he wanted, but because he wasn't certain how Bastian would feel about it. "And then I'd like for you to fuck me."
Bastian froze, his eyes trailing up Syn's body to his eyes, trying to ascertain the truth, the reasoning. Was Syn saying that just because he knew it was what Bastian wanted? He hoped not. He had been instructed to tell just what he'd wanted to do. Bastian licked his lips, trying to figure out how to respond. He was quiet for a long moment, long enough to notice Syn shifting nervously. "Lube and condoms are in the bedside drawer." He knew he wouldn't catch anything from Syn and would love to go bareback, but he wouldn't force that on anyone. And lube was always good to have around.
Syn was beginning to think that he had said the wrong thing. He did get nervous after a moment, shifting slightly, preparing for whatever form of rejection Bastian intended to inflict upon him at this point. He'd been right to be reluctant. But the answer he got was a far cry from what he had been expecting just then, and the shock showed clearly upon his features for an instant. He glanced toward the bedside table, then back at Bastian's face, as if he thought he'd heard him wrong for a moment. When the realization set in that he most certainly had not, he felt butterflies form in the pit of his stomach as his body softly trembled in anticipation. "I don't have anything," Syn remarked, his manner almost off handed but Bastian would know what he was getting at. "And neither do you." That was THE major benefit of being with another supernatural, not having to worry about being safe in that regard. Though if Bastian still preferred to wear a condom, he would understand.
Bastian held his breath for a moment, worried he'd taken too long to respond. Then he saw the shock and he smiled, able to breathe again. Lifting his hands, he rested them on Syn's thighs, stroking gently. "I know. I didn't want to assume, but if you want to..." He trailed off. It wasn't a demand, leaving the choice clearly in Syn's hands.
Syn answered the question by leaning over the other man to open the nightstand drawer. He retrieved the lube but did not bother searching for any condoms. The bottle was placed down beside of Bastian as answer enough. "May I blow you now, Sir?" There was a bit of a smile playing upon his lips as he asked the question.
Well. That took care of that. Smiling down at Syn, Bastian threaded a hand through his hair. "You may. Get it hard enough to fuck you." He pushed gently on the top of his head, urging him down towards his lap and his cock that was waiting.
That command and the promise that came with it sent a soft shudder coursing up and down the smaller man's spine. He wasted no time in obliging him, shifting his position downward just a bit so that he had a better range of movement in order to bend down and envelope Bastian's cock with his mouth. He could take it slow. He could pull out all the stops, all the tricks, like he had before, but right now, he didn't want to service Bastian, only to get him hard so that he could feel the girth of that glorious dick stretching him and driving into him hard and deep. Just thinking about it made him tremble and moan, the sound vibrating against Bastian's shaft as skilled lips and tongue worked their way slowly and smoothly up and down his cock.
Bastian kept rubbing Syn's head, fisting his fingers through the hair to grip tightly before releasing. He bit his lower lip when he felt a hot tongue brush over his head. Syn was good, no doubt about it. Still, he wanted to tease. "Thought you wanted to suck my cock, not play with it."
Oh so that was how he wanted to play? Syn would have scowled had he been able to do so right about now. But fine, if Bastian wanted to challenge him, he would meet that challenge. With a breath inhaled, Syn then began sucking hard and fast, mouth working in quick strokes up and down Bastian's thick dick, fucking him with his mouth.
Syn's mouth was amazing and pulled a long, low groan from Bastian. His hands tightened in Syn's hair, hips staying still only by will. Bastian was pleased with himself, knowing how to push Syn's buttons just right to get the reaction he wanted. And being in that tight throat right now was perfect.
A less experienced man would probably end up with lockjaw from this, but Syn was quite used to spending extended periods of time with a cock in his mouth. Those groans, that hand tightening in his hair, made all his efforts worth it. It was now his turn to reward Bastian, which he did by inhaling a breath and then deep throating him, holding him tight in his mouth and thereby denying himself a breath until he could not longer stand to be without it.
Syn wasn't the only one holding his breath. When Bastian felt himself being swallowed, the air caught in his throat, stomach muscles tightening, hips arching just a bit into that touch. Fuck, it felt amazing. When Syn finally pulled back, Bastian let out his breath on a soft groan.
Syn took a moment to breathe once he'd pulled away, stroking him as though gauging his hardness. "I'd say this cock is pretty hard now, wouldn't you?" Of course he was almost remiss to bring it up with as much as he was enjoying this dick in his mouth, but he wanted a little something more right now. Still, that didn't stop him from leaning down to savor him for a bit longer while Bastian considered it.
Bastian chuckled softly, the sound catching in his throat when Syn went back to play. "I think you've been ignoring an important part of the bait and tackle combo." He loved to have his balls played with and thus far Syn hadn't touched them. Bastian wasn't of a mind to give up the mouth when he hadn't yet had his fill.
Bastian could probably feel Syntax smirk around his dick, slowly sliding his mouth off of him with a bit of a satisfied hum before he replied, "You're right. How silly of me." His hand picked up where his mouth had left off, though the pace was much slower, meant only to keep him hard and not to push him toward climax. His tongue made a path down along the underside of Bastian's shaft, following that vein that then creased the balls all the way down and underneath to that small bit of flesh between his sac and his ass. He then ventured back up before getting a bit sidetracked, lavishing the balls themselves with his tongues affections, lightly nipping at and tugging the flesh with lips pressed together.
Fingers fisted in hair again though Bastian didn't direct any movements just yet. He was enjoying the way Syn was taking his time, the teasing and licking, the faint nips and kisses. "Suck on them," he ordered faintly, not wanting his voice to break the pleasurable haze in which he found himself.
Syn hummed against his sac, lips pressed flush against them, before inhaling a breath and taking the left sphere into his mouth fully. He suckled upon it hungrily, tongue teasing against it, rolling it in his mouth, as he did so. He was sure to get it nice and wet with saliva before moving to the right to do very much the same. All the while, the hand upon his shaft stayed ever mindful of tempo and tightness, flexing his grip in alternating patterns though the initial speed was maintained.
Bastian tugged sharply on Syn's hair, pulling him up away from his current playtoys. The only question now was did Bastian want Syn to ride him, or Syn on his knees? To give himself time to think, he thrust his cock against that devilish mouth.
Syn exhaled a whimper in response to that sharp tug, reluctantly relinquishing his mouth's grasp upon Bastian's sac. The cock pushed up against his mouth was a pleasant surprise, however, and Syn gladly began sucking him once more. Hands slid down Bastian's thighs and then back up once more to cup his thoroughly saturated balls and roll them in his palm as Syn's tongue lavished his shaft with affection once more.
If Bastian had fully thought his actions through, he would have remembered that a mouth around his cock was not the best time to start making decisions. Even once as simple as how to fuck his ass. Groaning, he tightening his grip in the silky locks, starting to thrusts his hips up, giving Syn a subtle hint that he wanted more.
If they weren't careful, Syn was going to get carried away and this would be all that would happen because it would be all that could happen. He was going to end up finishing him off this way. That would be a shame. Of course with him demanding more, Syn would be hard pressed to deny him. He groaned in response to that tightened grip in his hair and then began to work his mouth harder and faster once more, hands moving to rest on either side of the other man's waist to give him a bit better leverage.
Bastian growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest when Syn started going to town on his lap. With a sheer amount of will, he tugged Syn's head up. "You'd better stop now, or you won't be able to have that ride." Syn's mouth would be heaven to release into; he still remembered how amazing it felt last time. But they both wanted more than just a blowjob.
Syn was panting when Bastian pulled him away, his cheeks flushed. He smirked a little and then leaned in to press a few soft, affectionate pecks upon the other man's neck, his shoulders. Meanwhile he managed to get the lube open and a bit in his hand so that he could lube up Bastian's cock to make this next part a little easier to take. "How would you like me?"
And just that suddenly they were back to having to make a decision. Breathing harsh, Bastian rocked gently into the touch. "On your knees." As soon as Syn was off him, Bastian took the bottle of lube and climbed to his knees behind Syn. A dollop of the clear lube was poured onto his fingers and slowly spread over Syn's ass. Syn had worked hard to get Bastian all revved up, now he would return the favor.
Syn was practically shaking with anticipation as he moved off of Bastian's lap and onto his knees. If the other man wanted to rev him up, it wouldn't take much. He was already hard, felt already on edge just from the oral, though Syn had always been the type to take just as much pleasure in pleasuring others as he did in being pleasured himself. But he wanted this, and he wanted it badly, so badly in fact that it bordered on need. He barely managed to repress the moan, biting his lower lip instead.
"The only thing I want you to hold back is your orgasm. Nothing else." Bastian loved hearing just how much he was pleasing his partner. The catch in the throat, the sighs, the moans, pants and screams of pleasure. He wanted it all. Spreading the slick gel over his ass, Bastian spiraled his finger in towards the center, slowly pressing inward.
That was an instruction that he would be more than happy to follow, and one that he would additionally be grateful to have been given once Bastian's fingers pressed inward. Syn groaned, his entire body tensing up and trembling slightly. His small hips rocked back against those fingers, eager for more.
"Good boy," Bastian praised, sliding his finger deeper. Syn opened easily to him and he loved it. Pulling the first finger out, he poured more lube, knowing to be liberal with it. After all, this was one time when he didn't want to be hurting Syn. Two fingers slid deep, scissoring and stretching him open.
The last time Syn had had sex, there had been no lube. It had been painful, but he hadn't complained. That didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the care that Bastian was taking though, and that he didn't shiver as the other addressed him, complimenting him in such a way. This in and of itself was nearly torture. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would be or could be enough until he had the other man throbbing inside of him. God, he'd dreamed about this, woken up in sweat because of it. His thoughts alone were enough to set him off moaning as he rocked slowly into the other man's touch.
One more. Bastian slid a third finger inside, stretching him open, twisting around and spreading the lube. Once Syn was prepared to his satisfaction, Bastian shifted closer, resting a hand on Syn's hip. Slowly, he pressed forward, rubbing himself against the slick opening.
A groan met that third finger which stretched him out oh so nicely. Bastian was well endowed. Syn knew it was a necessity. But once those fingers were finally free of him, he really started to get excited, his body giving a bit of a shiver in response to the man shifting behind him. A soft moan formed just from the feel of Bastian's slick cock rubbing against him.
Bastian pressed the head of his length against Syn's opening, not entering yet. Just applying pressure. He'd promised himself he'd drive Syn mad and this was all part of it. Holding them both on edge, desire running rampant, making hearts beat, breath harsh and bodies quiver. Slowly, wanting to hear the moan, he pressed forward.
Fingers curled in the cloth of the bedding beneath him as the rate of his pulse quickened that much more. So close and yet so far. If he had less self control, he would have pushed back against him, but as it was, he just stayed as still as could be a trembled. As if on cue, however, once Bastian began to press forward, the sprite began to moan. It started out a soft sound but gradually grew as he further clutches at the cloth beneath his hands.
Hearing the moan made the corners of Bastian's full lips twitch. Perfect. Syn was excellent with his control, keeping himself in position while allowing himself to be lost in the pleasure. To reward them both, he thrust forward sharply, burying his head and the next two inches inside the slim man.
The moan transformed into a sudden exhalation of breath, his entire body tensing slightly though he still managed to remain as relaxed as he possibly could in the area that counted most right now. He didn't want to make it any more difficult for Bastian to fit inside him, after all.
Bastian held his position, running a hand along Syn's spine in silent reassurance. He was blessed, that much he knew and as much as it tormented him, he'd give Syn time to adjust. Still, the tight fit clenched him, allowing him to feel his pulse through his cock. He knew Syn could feel if it he paid attention.
Bastian was so sweet. That was one of the things that Syn adored the most about him, one of the reasons why he was always coming back for more of him. And yes, he was paying attention, of course he was. And he felt it. He moaned in response and his body trembled slightly as he very slightly pressed his hips back, encouraging him to do more.
Feeling the movement, Bastian delivered a light slap to the upturned ass. "If you wish for something, ask. Don't take." As further punishment, he started to withdraw, slowly pulling back until just the head of himself was left inside.
Syn exhaled a soft hiss in response to that slap and then felt a slight bit of panic seize inside his chest as Bastian began to pull out. He reached a hand back to touch the other man's thigh. "Don't," he pleaded. And then he added in a much softer voice, "Please.”
"Please what?" Bastian didn't press forward, but neither did he retreat any more. His hands gripped Syn's ass, squeezing and molding the flesh to his palms. He dug into the sensitive skin with his nails, clawing softly and leaving faint red weals behind.
Syn exhaled a shuddered breath. Cruel. Bastian was also cruel. And it was that delicious mix that kept him enthralled. "Please fuck me," he whispered. "I want you," he added. "All of you." Both hands dug into the comforter beneath him again as he added, "Don't stop."
Bastian slid a hand along Syn's back, dragging nails over the spine until he could fist it in his hair. Tugging back sharply, he impaled Syn halfway onto his cock, pulling his head back. "You forgot something, I believe," he growled, beginning to pull away once more.
Syn shivered beneath that touch and exhaled a loud moan as his hair was simultaneously tugged and his ass impaled. He shuddered, barely able to form the words that he knew the other man wanted to hear. "Please, Sir... Master..." He whimpered. "Please don't stop..."
Once again, he praised Syn with a "Good boy" and a gentle stroke through his hair. Bastian slid forward more, using steady pressure until his hips were against Syn's and he could go no further. "Mmm, are you always this tight?" He didn't expect an answer, too enthralled with being fully seated in a luscious body. Gently, Bastian began to pull away and slide back in, testing the resistance he'd have to work through.
Those words always sent shivers racing up and down the smaller man's spine. Breathing heavily through his nose to keep from being too loud, because he liked the idea of making Bastian work for those sounds, he hummed in response to the question. But as the other man began to work himself inside him, he couldn't help but exhale a groan, his muscles contracting and relaxing around the other man, squeezing and milking his dick inside him. God, he felt so good.
Part of Bastian couldn't help but wonder why it had taken so long for them to come together in this way and the other part was arguing that it was worth it. Syn was slick, tight heat, eager for the dominance or anything else Bastian decided to grant him. He started slow. Twining hair around in fingers as he pulled out and tugging it when he thrust in.
It had taken too long, but working up to this point had most definitely been worth it. It was like a double edged sword, almost. On the one hand, it seemed a shame that they had wasted so much time not doing this, but on the other, would it have really been this good had they not built up the tension? It was impossible to know for sure. But one thing he did know was that he was eager for more of this. He arched his back beautifully in response to the other man, giving him the perfect angle at which to penetrate him deeply. Nearly every thrust was met with a moan, and every retreat was met with breath softly exhaled and a shudder that raced up and down his spine. It was almost torture, the slow pace that he kept, but of course Syn had always appreciated being tortured.
Syn knew precisely how much Bastian loved to tease, torment and torture his partner and Syn's responses were exquisite. He took his time building them up, the sweet, mellow movements gradually blending into a spicier meal. Syn was a feast for the senses and Bastian believed in feeding well.
Just as Bastian took time to build up his movements, Syn took time to build up his responses. It wasn't until the thrusts became harder, deeper, quicker, that Syn really began to give in to the sounds that wanted to part his lips. He alternately moaned, hissed, and whimpered. His breaths left him in soft shudders as muscle clung to Bastian, giving him resistance each and every time he withdrew. His knuckles were white from clutching at the bedspread beneath them and his back ached slightly from the curve he'd formed with it, but he didn't move or complain.
Bastian licked his lips, panting softly and he couldn't help but groan every time Syn clenched around him. Thrusting hard, deep, he tugged Syn upright by the hair, giving his back a break since he knew it must be sore. "Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass," he growled into the ear just under his mouth. Bastian nipped it, then licked down to bite the taut line of Syn's throat, wrapping a hand around it to hold him in position. It was a little more awkward in this position, but Bastian kept his pace if not the length of the stroke.
Oh god, Syn loved this position. There was something so incredibly sexy about having a man's body pressed flush against his back while his dick was buried in his ass. And the fact that it was Bastian's incredible body against his own made it that much better. He shuddered, exhaling a breath in response to the question. "Can't you feel how much I love it, Master? Can you not tell by the way that I moan, the way that I writhe, the way that my muscles seem remiss to let you go, just how much I adore the feel of your hard, throbbing, thick cock in my tight ass, Sir?"
Bastian chuckled into the bite, finally releasing and soothing the mark with a lick. "Oh I feel it. I just wanted you to tell me." He bit the soft lobe again, dropping his free hand to Syn's sac, tugging once, sharply. The hand against the throat started to squeeze, shutting off Syn's air supply up top while his ass was pounded from below.
Oh but of course Syn knew that, he only wanted to give him cause to admit it. He whimpered as his sac was tugged upon, causing his dick to twitch, muscles to tense. Oh breath play, how he loved it. Not breathing made everything else feel that much more intense. Moans and whimpers were stifled the potential for them barely even allowed beneath that palm as his entire body pulsed.
Bastian held his head steady, waiting for Syn to start gasping and choking, only the faintest stream of air slipping between his lips. He held him close, arching him into his muscled chest, hips thrusting sharply from below.
It didn't take long for the sensations in his body to get the better of him. He gasped, trying to get some air that would not come, his body tensing slightly. And the moment he was allowed to breathe, he couldn't help but to moan loudly as his body quaked against Bastian's own, his cock twitching against his stomach, the stimulation nearly too much for him to take.
"Remember," Bastian murmured. "Gotta hold until I say." The devilish side of him wanted to make Syn break the rules, just to have a reason to punish him. If Syn was his, he wouldn't go to those lengths, but Bastian knew such wasn't the case. Reaching between their legs again, he grasped Syn's sac, rolling the orbs in his palm, thrusting his hips harder and deeper, getting close to the edge himself.
That command was enough to make Syn whimper, his toes even curling now that there was no other muscles in his body that he could clench. Bastian was just evil. And this thought was only intensified by the feel of his palm upon his sac which caused the smaller man to groan and practically vibrate around Bastian's deeply embedded cock. He couldn't stop himself from pleading, his voice a breathy and pathetic whimper, "Please... P-please..." He had no idea whether or not he could contain himself any longer. It was taking all his will just to hold on right now.
"No," he ordered softly. Bastian knew just how close Syn was. The steady stream of fluid leaking from the tip of his cock was testament to that. "Get me off and I might consider it." After all, the point of this game was to relax Bastian. Being who he was, the shifter wouldn't allow Syn to go unfulfilled, but for the sake of the game, he wouldn't tell the other that. "Think you can do that? Think you can make me explode in your ass?"
Syn exhaled a pitiful whimper, but the challenge that soon after followed was one that made him moan. "Yes, I can, Sir," he replied simply, quite certain that he could make that happen. Of course there was one thing that he needed granted him before hand, one thing that would make it easier though if denied he would work it out. "Permission to move freely?" Either way, he knew how to use that muscle, and he WOULD get what he wanted regardless.
Bastian smirked, knowing that Syn was right where he wanted him. "Denied," he murmured, punctuating the word with a sharp thrust. It would take Syn longer to win the challenge, but doing so would show off his skills. Anyone could move their hips. Not everyone had skill.
Syn groaned loudly in response to the answer though that soon after faded into a moan in response to that sharp thrust. Fine. He couldn't move freely. But he could flex freely. And he would. Waiting until Bastian was buried as deep inside him as he possibly could from this position, Syn tensed those muscles around him so tight that it would be nearly impossible to move. After a moment, he relaxed only to do it all over again and again.
Bastian buried his face against Syn's slim shoulder, panting and groaning softly, feeling the contractions. He chuckled after a moment, the sound broken by his moans. "Creative, aren't you?" It was hard, he was hard, but that didn't stop him from still sliding in and out. He timed himself to Syn's clenching. In, squeeze, release, out and then in once more for the squeeze. It wouldn't take long at this pace.
Syn didn't answer, he only smiled, his focus solely on what he was doing to Bastian and the responses he was receiving from him. Oddly enough, this made it a lot easier for him to hold out on his own orgasm, not that he wasn't still on the verge and couldn't and wouldn't cum as soon as it was allowed. So he had found the pace, and so Syn changed it, clenching down around him when he was barely even halfway in and giving him a bit of a squeeze before allowing him to proceed. He could feel his throbbing. It wouldn't take long. And there was a definite feeling of satisfaction that came with this knowledge.
Bastian could feel the subtle relaxation, the way Syn leaned into him that he was smiling. Smug little bastard. That just wouldn't do. Grateful he was an excellent multitasker, Bastian released Syn's balls and traced long fingers over his cock instead. He smeared the fluid around, making things slick, tracing the vein on the underside even as Syn squeezed around him. "Fuck," he groaned, right there on the edge. He wanted Syn with him.
A breath caught in his chest at those fingertips stroking along that vein. "Oh god," he breathed out, his entire body trembling as he reached around to clutch at the other man, holding him to him as his muscles spasmed quite involuntarily around him.
Bastian huffed, the sound meant to be a chuckle. "I'm not god, but you're welcome to think so." Gripping his throat with his free hand, he squeezed again, cutting off the air as his thrusts went wild. "Now," he panted, finally allowing them both release. Having the control broke his own and Bastian cried out, spasming inside Syn as he came. He gripped Syn's cock and allowed him air once that first thick, creamy rope shot from him.
Syn too tried to laugh but it came out as more of a hum before his oxygen was cut off. On cue, on demand, he began to pulse, and as the first heated torrent of Bastian's orgasm filled his ass, his own orgasm broke free, spurting up and onto his stomach, dripping down onto Bastian's hand. Dear God, that was brilliant.
As soon as he was done, Bastian's legs gave out and he dropped back to sit on his heels, pulling Syn with him as he didn't want to leave his ass just yet. Panting softly, he continued to stroke Syn's twitching dick, milking every drop of cum from that pole.
Syn gladly moved back with Bastian, grateful for that bit of rest though he was really looking forward to finally being able to get off of bent knee. He'd been that way for quite some time now, after all. He whimpered once he'd reached that point where his dick was far too sensitive for touch and then exhaled a moan as he melted back against the other man. "Mmm," he hummed. "So worth the wait."
Bastian smiled, releasing Syn from his grasp. "I know I am." Raising his hand, he held it level with their eyes, coated with the man's still warm cream. "Feel like cleaning me up?" He knew how some men felt about it, so Bastian was willing to leave the choice to him.
Syn didn't mind it, not at all, but he was still feeling quite cheeky right now. So with a sheepish grin, he leaned in to dart out his tongue just slightly and then paused. "Only if you promise to kiss me after."
The tongue was out and that was the only opening he needed. Bastian pressed his coated fingers into Syn's mouth for him to suck clean. "You'd best remember who's in charge here, little one," he murmured. Of course Bastian didn't have an issue kissing him afterwards. He'd done so the first time Syn had blown him, and Bastian saw no reason to stop.
Syn grunted slightly around those fingers that were shoved into his mouth. He laughed a little too, though the sound was muffled by his tongue working to almost lovingly remove every bit of himself from Bastian's fingers and hand. Once done, he nuzzled his face into the palm, watching the other man with his brilliant, bright eyes.
Bastian pressed soft kisses to Syn's neck and shoulders as his hand was cleaned. He squeezed Syn's jaw and held him carefully as Bastian maneuvered them onto their sides. He was still seated in the other, enjoying the closeness of the moment. Hmm, to kiss Syn the way he wanted, the position had to change, but that meant exposing his cock to the cooler air. It could wait.
The shift of position caused Syn to groan though it was a sound derived more from relief than anything else. He was finally able to stretch his legs though he didn't have to lose that full feeling that came with Bastian's cock still inside him. He liked this. And he would gladly suffer without that kiss for a time in order to stay just like this. "I could get used to this," Syn remarked softly after a moment, pressing a flutter of kisses against whatever part of Bastian he could reach in this current position, which was basically his wrist and forearm. "Most definitely," he added.
Bastian chuckled, stroking down Syn's lithe body with the hand that wasn't pinned under him. "Not that difficult. I'm comfortable." He shifted slightly, tugging a pillow under his head having finally reached the point where he felt he could sleep.
Mmm," Syn hummed contentedly. "Then maybe we should just stay this way. You can always kiss me later," he added as a suggestion, then exhaled a small laugh as he settled against him, closing his eyes and tugging the other man's hand, the one that was free, up to his face to nuzzle against it once more.
Sighing, Bastian absently rubbed his thumb over Syn's lips, allowing the other man to nuzzle. "Sounds good. It's nap time anyways." Stifling a yawn against Syn's back, he tugged him closer, glad the room was warm enough so he didn't have to fuss with getting under the blankets.
This proclamation made Syn smile. He had come here with the purpose of helping tire Bastian out so that he could rest before he had to tackle tonight and he had succeeded. There was always something satisfying about a job well done, especially when that job ended in crazy intense orgasms and cuddling to sleep.