[ He would have known Olivine wanted more even without those pleas, but he still growls at hearing them. He feels, too, the incredulity and bone-deep contentment of wanting to be with Olivine forever, of feeling wanted and seen claimed, and he's determined to please his mate until his last breath.
Hearing Olivine affirm he's doing just that makes him heady, drunk with pleasure, and his eyes trace the saliva on Olivine's chin. He keens, pleased to please, and then Olivine starts talking about breeding.
He practically howls, jerking deep and hard and fast, biting Olivine hard enough to draw blood, a 'yes' growled against him over and over.
There's not much warning, his desire cresting suddenly, spilling hotly. He barely stutters, crying out through his pleasure, sliding easier with the mix of slick. And all he wants is to do it again, and again, until Olivine is so marked with his scent and his bruises and his kisses that no creature could mistake who he belonged to. ]
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Hearing Olivine affirm he's doing just that makes him heady, drunk with pleasure, and his eyes trace the saliva on Olivine's chin. He keens, pleased to please, and then Olivine starts talking about breeding.
He practically howls, jerking deep and hard and fast, biting Olivine hard enough to draw blood, a 'yes' growled against him over and over.
There's not much warning, his desire cresting suddenly, spilling hotly. He barely stutters, crying out through his pleasure, sliding easier with the mix of slick. And all he wants is to do it again, and again, until Olivine is so marked with his scent and his bruises and his kisses that no creature could mistake who he belonged to. ]