[even if it wasn't so important for Basch, he still would. Just to be near him is a privilege the priest cherishes every day.]
Mmn... [His lashes droop as hands tighten over his skin, fingers soothing over Basch's. After a moment of thought, he continues:] I don't know if that would be something most humans can smell. But I'm happy to stay here until you feel it's soft enough... maybe after a few more rounds?
[His cheeks are pink, to no surprise.]
When you feel up to it, of course. I'm happy to mate together no matter when, or what form you're in.
[ Basch blinks at him, clearly still not completely used to the priest's limits -- or lack there of. ]
A few more rounds and I will be too exhausted to move. Are you sure--?
[ The speed and strength with which is cock starts to react is definitely new, and definitely something to do with that scent, and the word mate, and-- ]
Yes. I know you don't mind when I'm partially transformed. I think you like that better.
They don't have to be right now. I want you to be comfortable, too... I just meant that I can excuse myself for a little while while the scent fades. But... I am sure, yes. I like having you to myself.
[chuckling, he reaches to rub his cheek against Basch's jaw.]
And I wouldn't say I like it better that way. I like that it's you, and that you seem more comfortable having me how you want to when you're more transformed. [quieter, as his fingers lace with the taller man's:] I like the marks, the ways you claim me... how it feels knowing only you can really satisfy me. My beloved mate, who I would give anything for.
We can...go together. See if anyone else reacts to you.
[ Hopefully he won't...become aggressive if someone does try. But he trusts Olivine to intervene if he is too much.
He's nestled down now, unaware he's stroking the other's hair, his neck, his chest, unable to keep from doting. ] I...don't worry when I'm transformed. There's no space in my head to second guess. It is pleasant, but it worries me, that I'd overlook your comfort or some consequence.
[ Then their hands are together and he's blushing. ] I do not understand how I cam to be so lucky.
Wfzdyjfjf add long as you take care of you first!!!
[He's absolutely basking in the doting, chasing every motion to encourage Basch to continue. As he speaks, Olivine smiles softly.]
I don't think you would ever overlook my comfort. No matter how much your instincts lead you. And you have hesitated, when my response wasn't a comfortable one.
[a squeeze to his hand.]
We're both lucky... I suppose it's because we both decided to take a risk. To trust each other.
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[even if it wasn't so important for Basch, he still would. Just to be near him is a privilege the priest cherishes every day.]
Mmn... [His lashes droop as hands tighten over his skin, fingers soothing over Basch's. After a moment of thought, he continues:] I don't know if that would be something most humans can smell. But I'm happy to stay here until you feel it's soft enough... maybe after a few more rounds?
[His cheeks are pink, to no surprise.]
When you feel up to it, of course. I'm happy to mate together no matter when, or what form you're in.
[wait—]
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A few more rounds and I will be too exhausted to move. Are you sure--?
[ The speed and strength with which is cock starts to react is definitely new, and definitely something to do with that scent, and the word mate, and-- ]
Yes. I know you don't mind when I'm partially transformed. I think you like that better.
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[chuckling, he reaches to rub his cheek against Basch's jaw.]
And I wouldn't say I like it better that way. I like that it's you, and that you seem more comfortable having me how you want to when you're more transformed. [quieter, as his fingers lace with the taller man's:] I like the marks, the ways you claim me... how it feels knowing only you can really satisfy me. My beloved mate, who I would give anything for.
hoping for a baschier may dklgdfgd
[ Hopefully he won't...become aggressive if someone does try. But he trusts Olivine to intervene if he is too much.
He's nestled down now, unaware he's stroking the other's hair, his neck, his chest, unable to keep from doting. ] I...don't worry when I'm transformed. There's no space in my head to second guess. It is pleasant, but it worries me, that I'd overlook your comfort or some consequence.
[ Then their hands are together and he's blushing. ] I do not understand how I cam to be so lucky.
Wfzdyjfjf add long as you take care of you first!!!
[He's absolutely basking in the doting, chasing every motion to encourage Basch to continue. As he speaks, Olivine smiles softly.]
I don't think you would ever overlook my comfort. No matter how much your instincts lead you. And you have hesitated, when my response wasn't a comfortable one.
[a squeeze to his hand.]
We're both lucky... I suppose it's because we both decided to take a risk. To trust each other.