[ 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.
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Date: 2024-11-19 12:25 am (UTC)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. ]