[ But he feels the man tense and spill beneath him, keenly in-tune to his reactions. Having just muffled Olivine's own cry with his lips, he pulls back to drink in the sight of both of them with a dark fond gaze.

His fingers drop to wipe those tears away with a soft murmur, knowing it's likely more from overstimulation than anything negative. His touch turns soothing, even as he pulls out of Basch's mouth, pauses to tuck his cock away before his hands return to soothing over both their flushed skin, quietly checking in on both of them. ]

You did so good for me. Both of you. Beautiful. [ He knows Basch sometimes has difficulty with that word, but he speaks it all the same, because it's the truth.

Casting a playful wink at Olivine now as the priest catches his breath. ] Think you can stay upright while I get him free? Oh, and you can talk now. [ He leans in to emphasize that permission given with a kiss and a quiet chuckle before he bends to try and figure out how to get Basch out of this contraption.

And if the bird brains have a problem with that, they can come go through him. ]