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You're already just right for me [ Basch growls, chastising more than affectionate. He's...not good at sweet talk, werewolf or man.

But his pace keeps up, the allure of being spent dry or exhausting the other equally alluring.

Except...he hears the whine of the piece of furniture under them. It wasn't built for this. He gives a few more heavy thrusts, but a snap predicts a buckle.

Roaring, he loosens one of the knots, lifting Olivine to him, cock still buried in him, and starts for the door with absolutely no concern for who might see them like this, Olivine still half-tied and both of them flush with need and sweat. ]