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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.

hoping for a baschier may dklgdfgd

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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!!!

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That sounds wonderful to me.

[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.