[ 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. ]
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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. ]