[he'd never really thought about how big Basch's hands are. on a normal day, let alone like this. that hand muffles him easily though, and he'll feel the faint vibrations from his cries as he marches off toward their room.
it's hard not to lose himself in the extremely pleasant jostling of each movement, toes curling as his back presses into the werewolf's chest.]
Nnmh— [Basch bites down and Olivine jolts, cheeks deeply red and muscles squeezing in anticipation. does he have things to do? probably... but surely, they'll have a way to excuse it. not that he cares about excusing it right now, when the prospect of being with his lover throughout the entirety of his transformation, taking him in and accepting every bit of him is so strong and so alluring.]
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it's hard not to lose himself in the extremely pleasant jostling of each movement, toes curling as his back presses into the werewolf's chest.]
Nnmh— [Basch bites down and Olivine jolts, cheeks deeply red and muscles squeezing in anticipation. does he have things to do? probably... but surely, they'll have a way to excuse it. not that he cares about excusing it right now, when the prospect of being with his lover throughout the entirety of his transformation, taking him in and accepting every bit of him is so strong and so alluring.]