Before coming to Owen's mansion, he had had dreams like this, but with a different face to that strong body. He would be tied up, unable to resist as Saint-Loup would touch him, tease him until he melted. They would kiss and make love over the herb, but it was never just love. It was rough fucking, the type that would make him wake up covered in his own jizz that spilled during the night, during the dream. When their kiss ended, in the daze that came after it, he almost thought he saw the man that raised him as his child in Owen's face. But it was not Saint-Loup anymore. It was another man, older, even more handsome.
He nodded to the man calling him like that. Little thief. He wanted to cum with that touch only, but it would be too soon. He wanted to be ravished too. Fucked until he couldn't think of anything else but Owen's big cock. He bit his lip, trying to resist the urge of that request. But as the thumb circled his piss slit once more, he caved in.
"I want you to fuck me again. I want to worship you again. Any part you want, just say it, da-" He started, suddenly swallowing the word, moaning to hide his dark fantasy that was emerging. He felt a bit bad , thinking he was betraying his real dad, Saint-Loup. But the man was not there for him anymore. Looking up again, he moaned, open mouth as he stared deeply into Owen's eyes. "Sir. I want you to use me as you please. Any hole."
In a moment of pure pleasure and want, Basin had started to confess something that he couldn't hide from Owen. He knew what that word was, even as he tried to cut it off and hide it from him. His eyes darkened just a little, his hold on the other man tightened and he used that big arm of his to pull Basin so close to him that their chests were pressed together. His large hand moving to cup that jawline, forcing him to not look away even as Basin stared deeply into his eyes.
"What was that, pet, hm? You should know better than hide your truths from me...especially when they're so desperate to come out" He murmured deeply, leaning in so their noses brushed together, lips so close but no kiss yet. His other hand moving down his chest, his stomach and getting lower as their eyes locked. "Deep down, is that what my little thief has wanted...craved....been searching for?" He questioned, breath tickling his lips as he brushed his thumb across those parted lips.
"Come now my little thief, my boy....tell Daddy the truth. Confess to him, like the good boy we both know you are" He instructed, the word falling from his lips with such ease. Claiming that title for himself that Basin had been so nervous to say out loud.
















