( If Kazuya called him cute, Basil would most definitely deny it. He was just-- himself. Nothing more, nothing less. Especially now. He can't view it as cute, nor endearing with the way he wishes to lose himself in Kazuya's affections. His tongue slides into the other's mouth, a quiet moan leaving him as his hips continue to rock against him.
And slowly, his hands trail downwards -- memorizing muscles and the way skin feels under fingertips until they find clothed cock, and he stops to pull himself away for a moment. Breathless and needy, he asks in a hushed tone: )
I... Is it okay?
( He won't proceed without him confirming it. It's... only right for him to do it. Despite where they were and what their relationship was, that was the kind of person Kazuya was. )
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And slowly, his hands trail downwards -- memorizing muscles and the way skin feels under fingertips until they find clothed cock, and he stops to pull himself away for a moment. Breathless and needy, he asks in a hushed tone: )
I... Is it okay?
( He won't proceed without him confirming it. It's... only right for him to do it. Despite where they were and what their relationship was, that was the kind of person Kazuya was. )