[in the end, it's still a good enough comedown. Tongues and mouths soothe in their different ways, and when Basch whispers that apology and shifts to extricate himself, he's left to pant softly. It barely feels like his arms are free enough to move, eased downward on weak legs.
The instant want to reach and soothe Basch in his transformation is strong, but by the time he moves enough... well, there's a wolf butting into him, fur warm and tickling.]
Ah—
[huffing a weak laugh, Olivine reaches trembling hands upward to rub the werewolf's ears, pressing a kiss to his snout.]
I don't think I'll be standing anytime soon... [He warns, just nestling into that warmth anyway. Even like this, Basch could certainly drag him to the bed if he wanted to, but the priest doubts either of them would complain about this for a bit.] Are you happy with how much you've marked me?
[It's an earnest question, without an ounce of displeasure. Rapidly darkening bruises litter his milk-pale skin, even more blatant than the scabbed over bites, really.]
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The instant want to reach and soothe Basch in his transformation is strong, but by the time he moves enough... well, there's a wolf butting into him, fur warm and tickling.]
Ah—
[huffing a weak laugh, Olivine reaches trembling hands upward to rub the werewolf's ears, pressing a kiss to his snout.]
I don't think I'll be standing anytime soon... [He warns, just nestling into that warmth anyway. Even like this, Basch could certainly drag him to the bed if he wanted to, but the priest doubts either of them would complain about this for a bit.] Are you happy with how much you've marked me?
[It's an earnest question, without an ounce of displeasure. Rapidly darkening bruises litter his milk-pale skin, even more blatant than the scabbed over bites, really.]