[ His attention is keenly focused on both of them, trying to read all their reactions, what is writ in the lines of their bodies as he teases them both. They hadn't really discussed any semblance of boundaries before this, so he's playing it by ear, carefully balancing between what he thinks they might both need, without tripping over some unknown issue. But so far it seems relatively smooth, and Basch's moans are more reassuring than anything because he knows that timbre so intimately.

Olivine's surprise catches him a little by surprise as well, but he continues trailing kisses along his throat and shoulder as his focus narrows in on him for a moment, as if to check in that he's still okay with this. His cock is hardening even more in his hand, so he's taking that as a good sign, even as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock against that hungry ring of muscle currently clenching about Olivine's fingers. ]

I've got you. Pull your fingers out now, sweet, he's good and stretched. And he'll feel so good and tight around you. So hungry to take all of you. Aren't you, pet?

[ There's fondness in his voice as he addresses both of them, his smile audible, even as he nudges Olivine even closer, his hand guiding the priest's cock into breaching that tight ring of muscle. Pressing him into Basch's eager body, even as his other hand soothes over the curve of Basch's backside, feeling the way he shudders and presses back, chasing more. ]