Bastien
Bastien laughed; Edy really had missed his transformation from hedonistic, carefree artist to father and husband, still the same bohemian at heart but with quite a bit more maturity. Still, her attitude was contagious and he raised his brows with an amused smirk at her hand at work on herself. It was clear what was on her mind, and well - Bastien hadn't been with anyone since Rexanna, but he'd always said he wasn't opposed to it; his connection with her had been far more than sexual.The grinding of her hips was waking up memories in his own muscles, his hips responding with a roll upwards and the rooms powers enabling his cock to stiffen too. "I'm honoured to not be such an asshole." Bastien grinned, his hands going to rest lightly on her hips. The longer the moment went on, the more he realised he could really use a release, something to help him relax; maybe this was just the thing, and it would be nice to reconnect (somewhat literally).
"You're right. Maybe my hands will be needed after all." He ran his thumbs over her skin, letting her take the lead for now; it was her resurrection fuck, after all.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
