[ 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. ]