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[massochism]

Nhaah... I know... 's not how I meant...

[it's so hard to find the words with Basch's continued pace, a touch of alarm in that whine... then the snap and buckle. ah, he'll have to fix that later—

and that's as far as he gets in that thought, crying out again as Basch loosens a knot to pull him up against him, cheeks turning all the darker as every shift makes the werewolf's cock jostle inside him.]

Ba-asch—

[part of him wants to protest, to slow him down before they get outside, but the rest of him doesn't want to even pause in feeling this. if someone actually saw them, there might be some alarm, but... well, he'll cross that bridge if he has to.]

Nngh... haah... please... help me keep quiet...

[because there's no way in hell he's going to manage that on his own, tied up and stretched out and absolutely fucking blissed out for it all... and it's probably still best if his moans don't call attention to them. probably.]

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[ There's no hesitation at following a direct order. Anything to take care of Olivine, make him comfortable. So Basch shifts the other, cock still in him, but presses him tight to his body, a massive hand covering the other's mouth.

With no real recognition of how odd a decision this is for both of them, he marches them out of the storage area and toward the hall to their room, his steps jostling him inside Olivine. ]

I'm not going to let you leave our room for days [ he growls, biting the other's ear, keeping his hand clamped tight. ]

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[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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[ Somehow they don't run into anyone on the way back. Not that it would have deterred Basch. But it's probably better for both their later feelings that they not have to deal with that today.

They reach their shared room and Basch manages to not break the door from the hinges, barely. Some part of him remembers Olivine's plea for privacy. So he shoulders it open, then kicks it closed with a slam. Still inside Olivine, he shoves the other against the wall, growling low., giving no preamble before he starts to fuck him again, biting down on a fresh patch of shoulder. His teeth are sharper, his feet finding purchase because the pads have thickened. His ears bend back in pleasure. He's never wanted sex this rough, but every part of him is screaming for it, like something external is guiding him. ]

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[by the time they actually get back to his room, he probably wouldn't have cared if anyone saw them anyway. Might not have even noticed, with his whole body melting into every grind and jolt as Basch walks. Need drives every inch of him, and as the door slams the priest glances up.

Not that he can manage that for long. The werewolf presses him into the wall and Olivine's cry is muffled into his hand, lashes fluttering as his eyes roll back. Perfect. He's so perfect... teeth bite down and he whines sweetly, breaths hot and dizzy against callused flesh. They've never done it this rough, but it really is perfect.

Precum drips down his cock and pools on the floor, along with the combination of slick and spend fucked out of his hole. Everything aches, his arms from squirming and the rough rope, his ass from being fucked so roughly, his cock from neglect and excitement.]

Mm—mmhaannh...

[tongue drawing over Basch's palm, he makes an attempt at guiding him to slide fingers into his mouth, to give him something to suck on while he waits for his mate to fill him again. More. His belly feels pleasantly squishy with the amount of cum already in it, but he can take more. He knows he can.]

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[ He whines, taking the cue to shove his fingers into Olivine's mouth. The warmth slick heat of it nearly causes his knees to buckle, only increasing the intensity of his hips.

He throws his head back and howls, dragging Olivine so tight to him that his own knees bang painfully into the wall. He doesn't falter, chanting his priests name as he clamps around him, entire body shaking them both --

And comes again, hard, shuddering, so hungry that he pumps through long after he's spent. Sweat pours off him, and he licks the tender bite marks on Olivine, not wanting this to end, even as he feels himself coming down, feels the threat of the rest of the transformation. ]

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[that little action seems to make everything fall into place, like it was always meant to be that way. Every part of him belonging to his mate, used together through each and every beautifully painful thrust. His tongue laps at the digits so sweetly between sharp moans and cries, the pain of everything they've done starting to sink him deeper into some space he barely understands.

The sound of his name chanted in rough tones is enough to bring him to another orgasm, just in time for Basch to fill him more. And, as the flood of his come slows, his hips continue moving, raking across oversensitive nerves.]

Nnh—aauh—

[His body squirms involuntarily at that, vision hazing over as the priest endures his sweet torture. Sweat drips between them, down over pale skin alongside tears and other fluids. A soft tongue soothes his bites and he trembles, whining as the first brush of exhaustion claws its way over his ravaged form. his tongue gently laps at this fingers, soothing in its own way—reassuring that they can go again later. That he isn't going anywhere.]

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[ It is. The sensitive, sweet warmth of that mouth taking him in feels like it completes something, painfully intimate even amongst the roughness of the rest. Basch may be the one mounting Olivine, but he's as bound up in being used as the priest; and he likes it.

Then they've finished, their heaving breaths and dripping sweat and cum filling the otherwise silent space. That tongue still takes him in, and his own lathing oscillates with gentle kisses.

But there's a mournful whine, a tiny whisper of I'm sorry, because he feels the tell tale flare of pain heralding his transformation. He extricates himself best he can, easing Olivine halfway to the floor before he doubles back, hunching over.

It's the fastest this part of the transformation has ever taken him, and there's a single, warbled cry of pain as he goes down. By the time Olivine turns around, there's already a massive wolf butting into his stomach, careless of the mess adhering to his fur, ears back and tail wagging. ]

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[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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[ Basch whines, ears back in question, but it turns to a whimper of pleasure at the scratching behind his ears, tongue lolling and eyes heavy.

At the question, he yips -- but there's a hesitance to it. His tongue finds the marks, checking him for real injury.

Satisfied there is none, he leans his weight hard on the priest until the other succumbs to the floor, then snuggles up against him, tongue lathing against his jaw before he sighs a canine whuff against the other, his weight pinning Olivine down. ]

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I'm fine, Basch.

[he promises that much, but lets Basch check him to reassure himself too. his soothing touches continue until he's leaned into, giving a noise as he crumples to the floor with a laugh. the weight is heavy enough to keep him in place without any undue stress, and he nuzzles into the canine when he whuffs.]

Alright, alright... I'm not going anywhere.

[would the bed be nicer? maybe, but honestly, Basch is warm and comfortable, and he just nestles into the wolf's fur with a sigh. the aching need has subsided for the moment, though he can still feel it simmering there somewhere if he focuses enough.]

So warm... I'm glad I get to be with you like this, too.

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[ Even as a wolf, Basch isn't so sure about that, but he can only whine lightly. He hates being like this, if only because he feels like he can't care for Olivine properly. But the fear and pain aren't there like they used to be.

He'll keep Olivine here for awhile, both of them falling into slumber. But when they stir he will nudge and tug at Olivine to get him up to the bed, and then jump up beside him, snuggling just as close. Any knock at the door will be met with a low growl. His mate is vulnerable, and no one else is going to go near him. ]

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[Olivine just rubs Basch's ears to soothe him at that whine. He doesn't know how to make it clear that he's just as happy when his lover is like this, but... well, sleep first in any case.

At least for a bit, until he finds himself nudged sleepily back to the bed with a soft sigh. Like this he can nuzzle in even closer anyway, arms wrapped around the fluff of his side. And on the upside, people generally won't intrude on his private space, though there's probably one or two who might knock and be kind of concerned at the growling. Tired as he is, he'll probably barely even stir in those moments anyway, fully trusting his mate to stay and watch over him.

When it comes to tomorrow... well, they'll figure it out. With luck (for Basch, at least), his strange, heat-like state will have gone by then too. He's still not sure what caused it or how to handle it.]

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[ Basch is indeed protective, growling at anyone who knocks. Until he realizes Olivine needs food. He'll stretch, shake himself out, and trot down the hall to find someone to drag back, whining and nudging until he's procured food. As a wolf, it doesn't really occur to him to be worried about being chased away; it wouldn't work. Especially not while he can still smell the heat cycle on Olivine.

That fades, enough that by the time Olivine wakes up, he isn't in discomfort from it. But Basch doesn't let him up from bed, and by the time it fades entirely a day and a half or so later, he finds his own body suddenly returning to human form.

Except-- ]

This is not going to make getting dressed easy.

[ His ears, and more inconveniently his tail, have not changed back. ]

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[Olivine... actually doesn't protest much, as far as staying in bed goes. by about halfway through the first day, it's not even the tiredness that keeps him there but the urge to just stay close. and if he's honest, with his heat cycle he'd suggest doing... more still, but he manages to hold himself back until they can actually have a conversation, considering how unusual the thought is.

but when Basch changes back, or... mostly changes back, the priest pauses and hums softly.]

... [help, it's cute actually? he can't help himself from reaching forward to gently rub his ears again, as he's done many times over the last day and a half.] can you pull your pants on enough to see where your tail would be? I can alter them for you.

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[ It says a lot about the pull he’s feeling that he didn’t leave the bed when the change took him, and now his weight it on top of Olivine, body still nude, chests flush together. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the ears and tail with the priest. But…having to walk around like this…

Still, his surprise is clear on his face. ]

You know how to do that?

[ He nearly loses the sentence, eyelids dipping as the dreamy sensation of his ear being scratched overtakes his entire body, tail thumping in pleasure.

Gods that it embarrassing. ]

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[He'd apologise if he knew Basch thought it was embarrassing, but without that key piece it just makes him smile warmly. The weight over him is pleasant and comforting, after all, easy to nestle into as he loves to do.]

Mm, alterations, yes. I've never made one for a tail specifically, but I've seen them on a few yokai before. It shouldn't be too difficult to add a button and a hole for the tail.

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[ He's silent a little too long, thinking too hard and also distracted by the warmth of Olivine beneath him, hands still petting him. This is...safe. Warm. He can't believe he ever wanted anything else, or thought he could live without this. ]

I...forget the water territory has yokai. Perhaps...perhaps it would be good for me to speak to some. They are closer to what I am.

That would be a good solution for now, yes. Thank you.

[ He licks his lips, gaze pulling away from Olivine's face. ] I can...stay low, though, while it lingers. I don't want to cause trouble for you.

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[Olivine's smile is soft, and he hums thoughtfully at the suggestion. it's true that they might have something good to say, although...]

I will speak with some people when I'm able. There are more yokai in the Wood and Dark territories, but many of them are... not terribly fond of humans, and I'm not certain how they would feel about the situation.

[but considering how Basch has seen people struggle to be mad at Olivine...]

Mm? You won't cause me any trouble. Yokai are treated with respect here, and I imagine people would just assume that's what you were from the beginning. [shifting upward, he presses his mouth to the corner of the werewolf's.] I'm... also not terribly thrilled with the idea of not having you near me, of late.

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It's alright, then. Knowing there is a solution is enough.

[ Olivine does not need to endanger himself, and Basch does not need to cause anyone else discomfort, yokai or human.

He does press his lips together at the last. ]

Another fortune I ended up with you, then. It is not the same in my home.

[ Whatever sad memories that brings, he is distracted by the gentle kiss, the softer admission. His heart leaps and he cradles Olivine's face. This has not changed, not since they met, but he still fears he has over read it constantly. ]

That is good to hear, because I feel the same. Especially with you smelling like this.

[ It doesn't entirely occur to him that that scent isn't going to make every other man in the vicinity want to lie with his priest. ]

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I would like to try to foster some connection with them, if I can.

[for Basch, but also for the territory as a whole. But his latter commentary softens Olivine's gaze more, nestling close for contact as much as soothing. Even if he's distracted by the priest's words.

Though, his comment earns a slightly puzzled look.]

Do I still smell differently...? I had thought it would go back to normal when I stopped feeling so... desperate.

[There are a number of possibilities here, granted. It could be a change in Basch's senses now that he's only partly gone back to his human form, or it could be lingering, or even waiting to trigger again. Unfortunately, for the moment it doesn't even occur to Olivine what part of that scent is worrying Basch.]

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Then we will go together, when you are ready.

[ There's a finality to it he can never muster for himself. If Olivine has a wish, though, he will move mountains to reach it.

He cocks his head though, breathing in. ]

Not as strong, no. But you still smell... [ His eyelids roll, pupils dilating ] divine. Mateable. [ His hands brush over the other, tightening possessively. ] It would make any man want to breed you, regardless if they knew why. I think I would kill them.

[ It's said evenly, no hint of humor. ]

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I look forward to it.

[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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[ 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.

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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.