[ His eyes rake over Olivine, nude and waiting for him, clearly already hungry for whatever Basch is going to give him. It makes him whine with need, but flinch a little too. He's afraid, still, of how much Olivine trusts him. Of how roughly he wants to use the other.
But he has to trust Olivine. The other has never lied to him or overstepped his own limits, and right now Basch has to trust that leash will be good enough, because he can feel his own control slipping. The mate bond is driving him to singlemindedness, even fears of being overheard or leaving a mess going far from his head.
Olivine cries so beautifully into that bite, a mimic of their mate bond, and Basch almost spears him right here. Not yet though. Panting, he guides one length of the rope to Olivine's ankle, keeping his back pulled down and his leg wrapped around the furniture. Then the other, so he's pulled open and held pinned all at once.
Basch is panting by now. He fumbles to get his own clothing off -- hot, so hot he's suffocating -- but snarls in frustrating, shredding it in his claws. And then he's on Olivine, raking his claws down the other's back as he thrusts against his hole, biting hard on the other side of his neck. There's no patience there, and he wants to feel Olivine struggle. Against his bonds, against the sensation. ]
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Date: 2024-11-25 02:01 am (UTC)But he has to trust Olivine. The other has never lied to him or overstepped his own limits, and right now Basch has to trust that leash will be good enough, because he can feel his own control slipping. The mate bond is driving him to singlemindedness, even fears of being overheard or leaving a mess going far from his head.
Olivine cries so beautifully into that bite, a mimic of their mate bond, and Basch almost spears him right here. Not yet though. Panting, he guides one length of the rope to Olivine's ankle, keeping his back pulled down and his leg wrapped around the furniture. Then the other, so he's pulled open and held pinned all at once.
Basch is panting by now. He fumbles to get his own clothing off -- hot, so hot he's suffocating -- but snarls in frustrating, shredding it in his claws. And then he's on Olivine, raking his claws down the other's back as he thrusts against his hole, biting hard on the other side of his neck. There's no patience there, and he wants to feel Olivine struggle. Against his bonds, against the sensation. ]