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Ravus is too dignified and proper of a man to yelp in shock over a man mounting up behind him. Wrapping himself around Ravus. Which is a reasonable thing to do when sharing a bird.
Which doesn't help with the fact that there is this strange tingling running over Ravus's skin. He hates it.
"Is this bird even any fast?"
Which doesn't help with the fact that there is this strange tingling running over Ravus's skin. He hates it.
"Is this bird even any fast?"
"Faster than we are on foot," Basch grunts, attention on their weak flank and the trajectory of another fire spell. When Ravus does not take the reins, Basch reaches around to grasp them, clicking instructions to the bird while kicking its sides lightly.
The bird breaks into a canter, and Basch instinctively moves his thighs to stabilize the other, like he's a new recruit or a civilian.
The bird breaks into a canter, and Basch instinctively moves his thighs to stabilize the other, like he's a new recruit or a civilian.
That's perhaps true, if the thing was carrying but one person. Who knows if that is true now.
"I still cannot fathom why you are so intent upon my safety," he grumbles as Basch gets the bird moving.
"I still cannot fathom why you are so intent upon my safety," he grumbles as Basch gets the bird moving.
And Ravus, of course, was never expected to do rescue duties. So of course he wasn't trained to ride double.
"Is it not? I traded my life for hers," he says, his voice soft and pensive. If he had resisted... But alas, he had failed her.
"Is it not? I traded my life for hers," he says, his voice soft and pensive. If he had resisted... But alas, he had failed her.
"It matters not; you are my charge and I will protect you within my ability."
It was not worth arguing beyond that; he understood sacrificing one's life for someone else's, ad he would be a fool and a hypocrite to try to talk that down. But it did not affect his own duty.
"But I respect your commitment and your obligation. Still, are you not more use to her alive?"
Talking helps. It's a distraction. But he's scanning the horizon, expertly steering the bird in the direction of the safe house.
It was not worth arguing beyond that; he understood sacrificing one's life for someone else's, ad he would be a fool and a hypocrite to try to talk that down. But it did not affect his own duty.
"But I respect your commitment and your obligation. Still, are you not more use to her alive?"
Talking helps. It's a distraction. But he's scanning the horizon, expertly steering the bird in the direction of the safe house.
"One cannot be of use to the dead by being alive," Ravus hisses out as they ride. "And my nation will never forgive me that fact. It is not the sons of the line that matter. It was always the daughters of the Nox Fleuret."
And there, he supposes, is that useless secret out in the air between them. Ravus was no mere general being demanded for a hostage exchange. He was a prince, and perhaps key to control being maintained over Tenebrae. No wonder he was so bitter about being turned over to the nation who had been the death of his mother. She had been no incidental lost in the war by accident, she had been actively executed. And his disdain for the Nilfheim superiors had a lot to do with the loss of a sister, not just a rightful queen.
And there, he supposes, is that useless secret out in the air between them. Ravus was no mere general being demanded for a hostage exchange. He was a prince, and perhaps key to control being maintained over Tenebrae. No wonder he was so bitter about being turned over to the nation who had been the death of his mother. She had been no incidental lost in the war by accident, she had been actively executed. And his disdain for the Nilfheim superiors had a lot to do with the loss of a sister, not just a rightful queen.
[ This month was the most pleasant he can remember of his adult life. Perhaps some is the mate bond, making him heady and pleased whenever he is near Olivine. But he thinks its more than that. He's getting used to life here, and people are friendly with him, and every day he takes his meals with Olivine and gets to take the other back to their shared room. It is a peace he hasn't dreamed of in a long time.
They make preparations for his next transformation. It makes him uneasy, having to consider if he's misjudged and something goes wrong, but Olivine's magic is strong, and he knows now he has had no desire to hurt his mate. He's more concerned about lashing out at someone he perceives as attacking Olivine.
His apprehension grows as the full moon approaches. He chooses to stay back one morning and check the locks and restraints they've installed in his room. That morning as Olivine departs, he finds himself thinking of his wolf strength and how roughly they coupled last time he was transforming. He grows hard with the thought and has to cool himself down. Just an effect of the transformation to come, he thinks.
But the thoughts only grow, accompanied by sharpening teeth, the enlarging of his cock, and his ears and tail returning. It's rapid, painful, but a sweet kind of pain that makes him pant and howl. He paces, waiting for Olivine to return, and as he does fantasies plague him.
Biting, bruising, pounding against a wall until the other is so limp he cannot move. It makes him mad, but below it, it terrifies him.
He debates just slipping away, but Olivine would come after him. He debates finding the other, but he is too transformed. But the longer he waits, the more he fears he is going to slam the other into a wall the moment he walks in.
When, in frustration, he turns and slams a fist against the table, he no longer is willing to leave this to fate. Features he damned, he flees into the hall, pulling on their bond to find Olivine, and then leave. He has to protect the other...slightly more than he needs to mate with him. ]
They make preparations for his next transformation. It makes him uneasy, having to consider if he's misjudged and something goes wrong, but Olivine's magic is strong, and he knows now he has had no desire to hurt his mate. He's more concerned about lashing out at someone he perceives as attacking Olivine.
His apprehension grows as the full moon approaches. He chooses to stay back one morning and check the locks and restraints they've installed in his room. That morning as Olivine departs, he finds himself thinking of his wolf strength and how roughly they coupled last time he was transforming. He grows hard with the thought and has to cool himself down. Just an effect of the transformation to come, he thinks.
But the thoughts only grow, accompanied by sharpening teeth, the enlarging of his cock, and his ears and tail returning. It's rapid, painful, but a sweet kind of pain that makes him pant and howl. He paces, waiting for Olivine to return, and as he does fantasies plague him.
Biting, bruising, pounding against a wall until the other is so limp he cannot move. It makes him mad, but below it, it terrifies him.
He debates just slipping away, but Olivine would come after him. He debates finding the other, but he is too transformed. But the longer he waits, the more he fears he is going to slam the other into a wall the moment he walks in.
When, in frustration, he turns and slams a fist against the table, he no longer is willing to leave this to fate. Features he damned, he flees into the hall, pulling on their bond to find Olivine, and then leave. He has to protect the other...slightly more than he needs to mate with him. ]
His grip tightens in sympathy, even as he drives them away from the chaos.
“I am sorry for your loss.” He understood what it was to lose someone to war.
It takes him a moment, busy as he is, to link together the information Ravus has revealed. His own queen has lost family in politics for the throne. It makes his chest ache. He wants to intervene somehow, but — what is the cost when nations are at stake? and what does he know of politics. He is a soldier and nothing more.
Still he finds himself saying, “I am not sure my lady has your side of the story. You should speak with her. If it is advantageous to keep you in our country instead, she will be open to it.”
“I am sorry for your loss.” He understood what it was to lose someone to war.
It takes him a moment, busy as he is, to link together the information Ravus has revealed. His own queen has lost family in politics for the throne. It makes his chest ache. He wants to intervene somehow, but — what is the cost when nations are at stake? and what does he know of politics. He is a soldier and nothing more.
Still he finds himself saying, “I am not sure my lady has your side of the story. You should speak with her. If it is advantageous to keep you in our country instead, she will be open to it.”
[It's a sweet and lingering month. Day by day, the two settle into a routine, together at most every juncture. And the people take to Basch easily, of course—he might notice some envy when Olivine isn't looking, a quiet regret that suggests at least some of them might know of their relationship... but certainly others just seem to wish they had as much time with His Holiness as Basch does.
Preparations are easy too; the priest may not have experience in restraints and the like, but he's not the least bit worried when he knows Basch is far more paranoid about his own strength than he is. He does dislike the idea of just leaving him in this room, restrained and transformed, but it's better than the alternative. Anything is better than the alternative.
The day that Basch chooses to stay back is one he expects to be excruciatingly long, but he makes no argument against the security. When he leaves alone, it feels odd; when he finds himself in conversation, it feels odd. Some ask about the blond, warmth in their gazes, and at least he can assure them that he's just fine, that he had other obligations as he sometimes does.
Something changes, and he can't exactly define when. A little tingle of sensation grazes across his neck and shoulder, where the mating bite had been—it's faded to nothing on his skin, but he can still feel it, sometimes. That feeling brings with it the wish that the mark was permanent, the thought of his skin gently marred and discolored as a display of where he belongs. Maybe he'll talk to Basch about it after the transformation is over...
But his thoughts don't subside, either. Distracted, he manages to get through most of his daily tasks before the feeling of want is debilitating. It's embarrassing how many times he realises his mind has wandered—enough that, as he's considering what it would be like if Basch used those restraints on him, or if he drove him into the wall, the local he's speaking to expresses worry that perhaps the priest is feeling under the weather, and if he is, he should take the time to rest. Cheeks hot, Olivine thanks them and promises he'll get extra rest.
Instead, his first stop is somewhere a little out of sight; an empty space used for festival preparations that goes mostly ignored when those aren't happening. It's just a small side building near the church he can hide in for a moment and either take care of or wait out his throbbing cock. A few of the common props are still set up, and he leans on one to catch his breath. Panting, he presses a hand against his belly as if to soothe it, lost in the thought of Basch pounding against it from the inside, pinning him down and taking again and again and again until he can't even think of moving...
His body aches with yearning, arousal almost enough to risk soaking through his pants. It takes every ounce of rain he still has to ignore the instinct to shove them down, to at least dig his fingers into the pliant, aching depths of his body or wrap them around his cock. God, why is it so much more intense this time? Is that the mating bond? These are among his chief thoughts when Basch is coming to find him, the light tug of their bond resounding back with at least some of that intensity. At least there aren't many people in the church today, so the other will be able to maneuver without being spotted fairly easily.]
Preparations are easy too; the priest may not have experience in restraints and the like, but he's not the least bit worried when he knows Basch is far more paranoid about his own strength than he is. He does dislike the idea of just leaving him in this room, restrained and transformed, but it's better than the alternative. Anything is better than the alternative.
The day that Basch chooses to stay back is one he expects to be excruciatingly long, but he makes no argument against the security. When he leaves alone, it feels odd; when he finds himself in conversation, it feels odd. Some ask about the blond, warmth in their gazes, and at least he can assure them that he's just fine, that he had other obligations as he sometimes does.
Something changes, and he can't exactly define when. A little tingle of sensation grazes across his neck and shoulder, where the mating bite had been—it's faded to nothing on his skin, but he can still feel it, sometimes. That feeling brings with it the wish that the mark was permanent, the thought of his skin gently marred and discolored as a display of where he belongs. Maybe he'll talk to Basch about it after the transformation is over...
But his thoughts don't subside, either. Distracted, he manages to get through most of his daily tasks before the feeling of want is debilitating. It's embarrassing how many times he realises his mind has wandered—enough that, as he's considering what it would be like if Basch used those restraints on him, or if he drove him into the wall, the local he's speaking to expresses worry that perhaps the priest is feeling under the weather, and if he is, he should take the time to rest. Cheeks hot, Olivine thanks them and promises he'll get extra rest.
Instead, his first stop is somewhere a little out of sight; an empty space used for festival preparations that goes mostly ignored when those aren't happening. It's just a small side building near the church he can hide in for a moment and either take care of or wait out his throbbing cock. A few of the common props are still set up, and he leans on one to catch his breath. Panting, he presses a hand against his belly as if to soothe it, lost in the thought of Basch pounding against it from the inside, pinning him down and taking again and again and again until he can't even think of moving...
His body aches with yearning, arousal almost enough to risk soaking through his pants. It takes every ounce of rain he still has to ignore the instinct to shove them down, to at least dig his fingers into the pliant, aching depths of his body or wrap them around his cock. God, why is it so much more intense this time? Is that the mating bond? These are among his chief thoughts when Basch is coming to find him, the light tug of their bond resounding back with at least some of that intensity. At least there aren't many people in the church today, so the other will be able to maneuver without being spotted fairly easily.]
[ The thought has crossed his mind, too, taking Olivine back to the room they've made just in case and using the restraints for a very different purpose, holding the other caught and ready as Basch takes him.
He's flushed from arousal and shame. He's in a daze, and it's all he can do to follow the gentle tug of their bond, pulling the hood of the cloak he thought to pull on down over his face. A single person greets him, but he waves them off, claiming illness.
The bond flares, and he squints at a building he's never been in. It doesn't matter. He pushes inside, and when he sees Olivine there, smells how hot and wet the other is, he very nearly does lift him and shove him against a wall. Instead he stands rigid as a statue, eyes dilated, trembling as he clenches his fists. ]
Olivine [ he growls, want and anger and shame vying in his voice. ] I -- have to go. Now. I...I'm sorry.
[ The cloak has slid back, and his arousal is abundantly clear in all its monthly glory. ]
He's flushed from arousal and shame. He's in a daze, and it's all he can do to follow the gentle tug of their bond, pulling the hood of the cloak he thought to pull on down over his face. A single person greets him, but he waves them off, claiming illness.
The bond flares, and he squints at a building he's never been in. It doesn't matter. He pushes inside, and when he sees Olivine there, smells how hot and wet the other is, he very nearly does lift him and shove him against a wall. Instead he stands rigid as a statue, eyes dilated, trembling as he clenches his fists. ]
Olivine [ he growls, want and anger and shame vying in his voice. ] I -- have to go. Now. I...I'm sorry.
[ The cloak has slid back, and his arousal is abundantly clear in all its monthly glory. ]
[the door opens and Olivine freezes, more out of surprise than anything. after all, people usually don't come here, so he was sure he could just stay a little while and—
and Basch steps into view. relief floods in first, followed by another pang of hunger, heartbeat picking up.]
Basch? [his head tips up to look at him, brows furrowing at those words. to go... it's the last thing he wants, obviously. but for a second he considers it.] What happened...?
[the question is answered as his gaze drifts over the other, down to where his arousal stands, proud and demanding as ever. breath catching, he swallows back the well of saliva on his tongue.]
... don't go. [softer, his cheeks hot as he steps forward.] If it's just that, you don't need to go, Basch. I want it, too. I'm your mate, remember?
and Basch steps into view. relief floods in first, followed by another pang of hunger, heartbeat picking up.]
Basch? [his head tips up to look at him, brows furrowing at those words. to go... it's the last thing he wants, obviously. but for a second he considers it.] What happened...?
[the question is answered as his gaze drifts over the other, down to where his arousal stands, proud and demanding as ever. breath catching, he swallows back the well of saliva on his tongue.]
... don't go. [softer, his cheeks hot as he steps forward.] If it's just that, you don't need to go, Basch. I want it, too. I'm your mate, remember?
"No one has my side of the story," Ravus dismisses. "Ravus Nox Fleuret died alongside his mother years ago. To all knowledge, the line died with my sister."
Which was not at all accurate of course. He kept it silent for her. He was willing to be dead for her. And now it would help no one.
"They need me, to put a new puppet in charge. Perhaps to try and force your Queen into a marriage into the empire by using me. There are many reasons to not let me survive this trip."
Which was not at all accurate of course. He kept it silent for her. He was willing to be dead for her. And now it would help no one.
"They need me, to put a new puppet in charge. Perhaps to try and force your Queen into a marriage into the empire by using me. There are many reasons to not let me survive this trip."
[ Hearing Olivine plead so softly makes Basch's throat dry, at once aching for his love and wildly turned on by the thought of being begged -- and then giving what is asked.
Olivine steps closer, and it takes all of Basch's willpower to step back. Because he wants to tear his clothes off, press his teeth to every inch of skin. Claim his mate and care for him and--
His voice is tight, hunger and anguish warring on his face. ] Olivine I -- I want to ruin you. I want to leave you bruised and scabbed and so weak I have to carry you back to our den, and I want you unable to walk until I'm human again.
[ A whine creeps into his voice, apology and wild, firey need and overwhelming onslaught. ]
It was never like this. I -- I should go. [ But there's a question in it this time, eyes meeting Olivine's. If the other gives permission, he will be helpless to resist. ]
Olivine steps closer, and it takes all of Basch's willpower to step back. Because he wants to tear his clothes off, press his teeth to every inch of skin. Claim his mate and care for him and--
His voice is tight, hunger and anguish warring on his face. ] Olivine I -- I want to ruin you. I want to leave you bruised and scabbed and so weak I have to carry you back to our den, and I want you unable to walk until I'm human again.
[ A whine creeps into his voice, apology and wild, firey need and overwhelming onslaught. ]
It was never like this. I -- I should go. [ But there's a question in it this time, eyes meeting Olivine's. If the other gives permission, he will be helpless to resist. ]
[The first thought he has as Basch explains why he thinks he should go is who cares? But he doesn't want to seem blase or reckless, much less make Basch feel foolish, so he bites the words back even as the suggestion sinks in bone deep, kindling the need already burning there.]
Basch.
[He can hear that question, and it means a few things. One, that his need runs just as deep as Olivine's, and two, that he trusts the priest to make this decision and, by extension, trusts himself to not go too far—not beyond his promise, anyway. He doesn't think Basch would hesitate to stop if he actually sounded scared, either.
So he steps forward again, an answer as much as the words he's about to say, as the way his hands rise to cradle his wild wolf's face.]
Any way you want me, I want too. You can already smell how much I do, can't you? It makes me so happy that you want to do so much.
Basch.
[He can hear that question, and it means a few things. One, that his need runs just as deep as Olivine's, and two, that he trusts the priest to make this decision and, by extension, trusts himself to not go too far—not beyond his promise, anyway. He doesn't think Basch would hesitate to stop if he actually sounded scared, either.
So he steps forward again, an answer as much as the words he's about to say, as the way his hands rise to cradle his wild wolf's face.]
Any way you want me, I want too. You can already smell how much I do, can't you? It makes me so happy that you want to do so much.
He may not be a politician but he knows his queen. She must be missing some piece of this; he thinks she would have told him Ravus was a prince, and he knows she does not wish to marry. Someone is playing her.
“Perhaps you could be lost on this trip. A fatality of this ambush.”
But — “Would you know how to disappear?”
It isn’t worth helping him escape if the man is just going to let himself wind up dead.
“Perhaps you could be lost on this trip. A fatality of this ambush.”
But — “Would you know how to disappear?”
It isn’t worth helping him escape if the man is just going to let himself wind up dead.
[ His eyes widen, his ears flattening slightly in surprise and restraint as Olivine cradles his face. His nostrils flare at the comment on his smell, and sure enough, Olivine is even more heated than he was before Basch's admission. ]
Yes [ He rasps, barely above a whisper. ] I can smell you. I don't -- It makes me glad and desirous you want but -- I'm frightened.
[ There it was. Frightened it would be too much, that he'd go too far, that he'd hurt or lose Olivine. But the images of tying the other up, of bending him into precarious positions and rutting hard, letting them both pant dazed in the glow of his knot, of pushing his body hard are creeping back in.
He places a padded hand over Olivine's, turning his sunken face to kiss the palm. And then to bite it, a whine vibrating against where his sharp canines just barely pierce skin. ]
Yes [ He rasps, barely above a whisper. ] I can smell you. I don't -- It makes me glad and desirous you want but -- I'm frightened.
[ There it was. Frightened it would be too much, that he'd go too far, that he'd hurt or lose Olivine. But the images of tying the other up, of bending him into precarious positions and rutting hard, letting them both pant dazed in the glow of his knot, of pushing his body hard are creeping back in.
He places a padded hand over Olivine's, turning his sunken face to kiss the palm. And then to bite it, a whine vibrating against where his sharp canines just barely pierce skin. ]
[his thumbs stroke Basch's cheek, expression changing very little as he explains. it's more or less what he would have expected—worrying over truly harming him or some such. silly, really, but he does understand.]
You don't need to be frightened. Not with me.
[he can handle anything the other wants, he's sure of it. Basch would never really harm him. and that little bite only goes to show, the scrape of canines against his skin breaking just enough to raise little red marks.
it makes him lean in more, until he's actually able to press against the taller man some.]
People don't usually come here, but... we should probably try to get somewhere a little more secure, if we can.
[not just if Basch can, honestly. they're working against both of their libidos now, and it's not likely to end well.]
You don't need to be frightened. Not with me.
[he can handle anything the other wants, he's sure of it. Basch would never really harm him. and that little bite only goes to show, the scrape of canines against his skin breaking just enough to raise little red marks.
it makes him lean in more, until he's actually able to press against the taller man some.]
People don't usually come here, but... we should probably try to get somewhere a little more secure, if we can.
[not just if Basch can, honestly. they're working against both of their libidos now, and it's not likely to end well.]
Someone was playing them all. This is not strange. Ravus knows that the Emperor's advisor, one Ardyn Izunia, was quite cunning. If there was a hand moving pieces it woudl be his.
As for knowing how to disappear, Ravus laughs. Of course he does not know that. He is unarmed, literally in two manners. No, he could not survive out here. But he had already made it quite clear he did not care to.
"Of course I would," he lies, confidently, blatantly.
As for knowing how to disappear, Ravus laughs. Of course he does not know that. He is unarmed, literally in two manners. No, he could not survive out here. But he had already made it quite clear he did not care to.
"Of course I would," he lies, confidently, blatantly.
Basch doesn't believe him. He can't say why, but he feels it deep in his gut. He would need to get word to the Queen, would need to give her time to sort this out, but there were other Guards, and others with a better hand in politics. She trusted him to handle those things that were messy, complex, that she did not need to hear.
He'd already made his decision. He would disappear with Ravus, at least until the other was properly settled. And for that they'd need to get out of this country and the adjacent ones.
"How far can you walk without deep rest?"
Because he's judging when to lose the chocobo, perhaps with false evidence of one or both of their demises attached.
He'd already made his decision. He would disappear with Ravus, at least until the other was properly settled. And for that they'd need to get out of this country and the adjacent ones.
"How far can you walk without deep rest?"
Because he's judging when to lose the chocobo, perhaps with false evidence of one or both of their demises attached.
[ His eyes meet Olivine's, sad and sullen, much the way they did when they first met. Of course he wasn't frightened of Olivine. He was frightened of himself, and of Olivine's trust and kindness. But nothing had gone wrong thus far, and the truth was, he was helpless to resist what Olivine wanted. It had been true before the bond, but now it was near impossible, an ache deep inside him he could not ignore.
And he knew, without any trace of doubt, that Olivine wanted this. ]
If I take you into the hall, I likely will not get you to our chambers before I fuck you [ he admits quietly, padded hands very lightly grazing the other, letting their bodies touch where Olivine presses into him. ]
And there is more to play with here. [ Breathed out as a question and a promise, waiting for the other's persmission. ]
And he knew, without any trace of doubt, that Olivine wanted this. ]
If I take you into the hall, I likely will not get you to our chambers before I fuck you [ he admits quietly, padded hands very lightly grazing the other, letting their bodies touch where Olivine presses into him. ]
And there is more to play with here. [ Breathed out as a question and a promise, waiting for the other's persmission. ]
More to play with...
[Olivine is a little surprised to hear that, as it's not something he'd been thinking about. the idea is plainly intriguing though, and he tries to stop himself from being too overly enthusiastic. after all, a lot of this is for much different uses...]
Then, please show me what you're thinking of.
[he's happy to follow the lead here, already moving to unclasp his clothing and slip it off (or at least down). granted, he wouldn't stop Basch from ripping at it either—something he knows, no doubt, by now.]
[Olivine is a little surprised to hear that, as it's not something he'd been thinking about. the idea is plainly intriguing though, and he tries to stop himself from being too overly enthusiastic. after all, a lot of this is for much different uses...]
Then, please show me what you're thinking of.
[he's happy to follow the lead here, already moving to unclasp his clothing and slip it off (or at least down). granted, he wouldn't stop Basch from ripping at it either—something he knows, no doubt, by now.]
[ Some of it is that Basch hasn’t entirely shown his hand yet, as far as how much he knows how to do from home, and some of it is the transformation and mating bond egging him on.
And Basch is trying so hard to be good, to wait for permission and to please, even if all he wants is to shred Olivine’s clothes and rut him into a wall. He watches, still and patient, as Olivine strips, giving himself to Basch in a way that still makes him disbelieving.
He doesn’t move yet, but he can feel his thoughts getting foggier, his restraint wavering with every passing breath. ]
If I restrain you, can your magic still stop me if…?
[ If he goes too far ]
And Basch is trying so hard to be good, to wait for permission and to please, even if all he wants is to shred Olivine’s clothes and rut him into a wall. He watches, still and patient, as Olivine strips, giving himself to Basch in a way that still makes him disbelieving.
He doesn’t move yet, but he can feel his thoughts getting foggier, his restraint wavering with every passing breath. ]
If I restrain you, can your magic still stop me if…?
[ If he goes too far ]
[the mere suggestion gets his blood pumping ever harder, twitching and shifting his legs in a telltale sign that Olivine is having some trouble restraining himself, too.
God, he wants to know everything Basch could do to him, all at once. but they have time, he reminds himself. his whole transformation is ahead of them, and the other has already made it clear he's intending to keep his mate worn out the whole time.
his voice is light and breathy, anticipatory.]
I won't let you do anything you'll regret. Even if I'm restrained.
[it will make some things harder, but the priest has never actually been tied to movement when it comes to weaving magic.]
God, he wants to know everything Basch could do to him, all at once. but they have time, he reminds himself. his whole transformation is ahead of them, and the other has already made it clear he's intending to keep his mate worn out the whole time.
his voice is light and breathy, anticipatory.]
I won't let you do anything you'll regret. Even if I'm restrained.
[it will make some things harder, but the priest has never actually been tied to movement when it comes to weaving magic.]
[ Basch's breath comes shaky. He can feel the way Olivine melts as his suggestion, can smell the other's arousal only increasing.
Finally the fear subsides enough that desire takes over. He crushes Olivine to him, shoving his tongue demandingly into the other's mouth before pulling back to bite his lip. In another moment he's lifted him like he weighs nothing, setting him on a bulky wooden frame that's about waist height and covered in a thick storage cloth. He squeezes the other hard, breath heavy, then parts. ]
Anything you don't want to rip, take off.
[ He steps away, finding rope. It isn't the soft kind for doing this sort of thing, but some part of him is aware Olivine will like the bite of it. He returns, pulling Olivine to the edge of the support, then stepping around the back. He pulls his wrists behind him, starting to weave the rope around them. It's slow going, his padded hands not as capable of fine motor skill, but he dips his head, biting hard into Olivine's shoulder where their first mating bite had been.
He's so hard that it throbs, knees weak with it. Setting Olivine up is teasing himself, and with the other's flesh in his mouth he nearly gives up the fantasy and simply bends him forward to fuck.
Not quite, though. ]
Finally the fear subsides enough that desire takes over. He crushes Olivine to him, shoving his tongue demandingly into the other's mouth before pulling back to bite his lip. In another moment he's lifted him like he weighs nothing, setting him on a bulky wooden frame that's about waist height and covered in a thick storage cloth. He squeezes the other hard, breath heavy, then parts. ]
Anything you don't want to rip, take off.
[ He steps away, finding rope. It isn't the soft kind for doing this sort of thing, but some part of him is aware Olivine will like the bite of it. He returns, pulling Olivine to the edge of the support, then stepping around the back. He pulls his wrists behind him, starting to weave the rope around them. It's slow going, his padded hands not as capable of fine motor skill, but he dips his head, biting hard into Olivine's shoulder where their first mating bite had been.
He's so hard that it throbs, knees weak with it. Setting Olivine up is teasing himself, and with the other's flesh in his mouth he nearly gives up the fantasy and simply bends him forward to fuck.
Not quite, though. ]
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