[His hands shift a of to reach for Basch, to hold him and focus on something that isn't the bone-shaking certainty that he wants nothing less than all of this. Bound, he's unable to get that—and so he just cries out sweetly as teeth dig into delicate skin, a fresh wave of pleasure and need tearingb through him.]

Haagh—ungh...!!

[rope bites into his skin with every thrust, creaking faintly as the set piece lifts just a tiny bit and clacks back against the ground. Claws bite and prickle little droplets of blood over his flesh, wonderful little sensations made more sharp by the way Basch fucks into him. Never, not once in all his years, had Olivine ever thought he could feel this way—that he would want to give everything just to stay with one person, could find himself someone who actually saw him.]

Basch... nnghaah! My—mate... oh, God, more—!

[a bead of saliva pools in his tongue and drips down onto the heavy cover he's bound over, body trembling with want. It always feels like he's perfectly fit to the werewolf, but right now especially, it's like he's molding him into that perfect shape, ruining him for anyone else.]

Nmmph... you're really going to... breed me, one of these days...

[is that actually possible? Who knows, but right now he would be ecstatic if it happened.]