[ He feels that terror and nearly stops -- it's his worst fear, and he has no idea how he's misread so badly.
But even as it registers, it shifts to pure aching bliss, and it's like it drives him forward, like he knows what Olivine wants without even thinking. He whines into that direction, into that admission of yearning.
He isn't gentle; there's no real ramp up. He holds Olivine hard enough to bruise, claws digging into skin, and fucks him hard and fast, enough that the heavy piece of furniture groans and threatens to inch across the floor.
He's after...something, attention desperately on Olivine even as he lets out a low, choked off howl into the other's shoulder, teeth still tight there. He feels...alive. Hungry. Possessive. Desperate for approval. ]
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Date: 2024-12-02 10:24 pm (UTC)But even as it registers, it shifts to pure aching bliss, and it's like it drives him forward, like he knows what Olivine wants without even thinking. He whines into that direction, into that admission of yearning.
He isn't gentle; there's no real ramp up. He holds Olivine hard enough to bruise, claws digging into skin, and fucks him hard and fast, enough that the heavy piece of furniture groans and threatens to inch across the floor.
He's after...something, attention desperately on Olivine even as he lets out a low, choked off howl into the other's shoulder, teeth still tight there. He feels...alive. Hungry. Possessive. Desperate for approval. ]