[it's Basch, Olivine would enjoy just making him feel good, truthfully. listening to them talk just gives him more to think about later, to wonder at having for himself with either—or both, really. the thought occurs to him that his own experience, while now more than enough to learn from, is still so... private. Basch needs not be coaxed, and he has to wonder what that's like. how it would feel of both of them talked like that with him, perhaps.
none of that stops him from his actions, though. not when the other responds so nicely to the crook of his finger, expression thoughtful and curious when Sylvain's gaze lands on it. he absolutely hasn't missed anything—but his gaze lifts up to the redhead and he just... nods.
God, he wants to speak again. Olivine actually didn't think it would be this difficult to follow that simple order. still, he keeps up his ministrations, waiting for the familiar sensation of the blond's body relaxing, so he can slip a second finger in. it moves out of time with the first for now, raking along his inner walls with just the slightest scissoring stretch.]
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none of that stops him from his actions, though. not when the other responds so nicely to the crook of his finger, expression thoughtful and curious when Sylvain's gaze lands on it. he absolutely hasn't missed anything—but his gaze lifts up to the redhead and he just... nods.
God, he wants to speak again. Olivine actually didn't think it would be this difficult to follow that simple order. still, he keeps up his ministrations, waiting for the familiar sensation of the blond's body relaxing, so he can slip a second finger in. it moves out of time with the first for now, raking along his inner walls with just the slightest scissoring stretch.]