PSLs

[bardische]

Comments

[bardische]

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. ]

[massochism]

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.]

[bardische]

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. ]

[massochism]

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—]

[bardische]

[ 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.

[massochism]

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

[bardische]

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!!!

[massochism]

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.