[in turn, Olivine may never know unless Basch finds it out himself. he's certainly not the type to think badly of his people, his family, even when he should.
muscles twitch and tense as fingers cup and curl, head dipping slightly forward—a touch of shame, but more pleasant overwhelm than that—the water obscures some of his arousal altogether, but hides none of the important parts in how he shifts and moves.
God, it's not fair of this man to give him so much to imagine, all while his clothed cock is braced against his thigh so every twitch is perfectly broadcast. but then, he doesn't have to be fair, does he?]
I... as performers, we—haugh!
[oh. a simple tug takes his thoughts completely out of action for a moment, piercings pulling lightly at his nipples and teasing them harder, more swollen. his thighs squeeze against the leg between them on instinct. Basch has certainly found a positive place for teasing.]
Mmnh... I... I've never thought about... women doing that to me. [in fact, he's not even entirely sure how it would work, offhand. his interest has clearly at least been in men—or in being fucked, at the very least.] I'm not sure... what I would like.
[it's a quiet, earnest explanation, but one that does hold more than its fair share of that deferent, demure feeling. like he wants to say he thinks he'd like it, but he isn't allowed.
or wasn't allowed. at this point, that's much more likely.]
Nngh... it feels good... like this too. [in case it wasn't abundantly clear, perhaps. or maybe just because Olivine has to speak or he's going to lose his concentration altogether, and Basch hasn't even really touched him.] Much... better than my own...
[ he does sense the demureness, the shame — it’s not uncommon here, and was not unknown to his own life. This at least he knows how to navigate. ]
Tell me, then, pet, what have you imagined? What secret dreams have you held in your bed lately at night?
[ he tugs again, his other hand grazing hardened cock beneath fabric, sending a jolt through his own that Olivine will likely feel against his leg. There’s always something tantalizing to staying clothed. The sense of forbiddenness. The question of whether it will come off or not. Though for his part, he does not plan to go straight to that, not unless Olivine very specifically wants it. There’s plenty of other ways to have a good introduction. ]
I... [there's pause there, hesitation bordering on a wince, soothed by the touch of a warm hand against his cock and the tug of his jewelry. short fingernails press lightly into Basch's shoulders and he can't hide his little whine at the "encouragement." it doesn't help him look his master in the eye on his own, though.] I've read about so many possibilities, after all.
I've thought about things like... like you mentioned before. Being... pressed down and vulnerable...
[the words are too scandalous on his tongue, despite all he's read. a taboo he'll need at least a little encouragement to get past—though probably not much, given how enthusiastically he's done whatever Basch has asked.]
[ All Basch takes from that is to back off, to tread more gently. If even saying it is too much, then he does not want to press too hard today. not that he doesn't make his own small sound at the way Olivine grips him, eager and trusting. There's a mix again, of want and shame. ]
That is more comfortable in a bed [ Is all he says. There are ways to make it work here, but he'd prefer something softer. ] I shall play with you other ways today.
[ As he says it, he moves the hand from Olivine's front to his back, sliding under the straps of his undergarment until a finger can circle his opening in the warm water. The one tugging the chain switches to cup, pinching nipple. ] This will be better here.
[oh, it's such a nice feeling, the way fingers pinch at a sensitive nipple, the warmth of a hand on his chest. combined with the shift of a finger around his entrance, pliant and twitching as it already is, it's more than enough to guide him into motion at least, undecided which he wants to press more directly into.]
Haah... that feels good... I'm s-sensitive there.
[not a complaint, and probably obvious which there he's talking about under the circumstances.]
[ His face breaks, softening into a warm smile, a dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth, laugh lines along his eyes. ] As you should be.
[ He's glad it feels good, glad this sheltered version is finding joy and not fear. It's endearing, how eager this man is -- and alluring, too. Basch's chest aches to make the other feel good, a liability in this place, but one he isn't unused to.
He's steady and deliberate, pressing into the other just enough that he can get used to it, shifting his thigh up to catch the beautiful way the other rocks, hand still cupping his pec. ]
[The sight of it, even through his hazy, needy gaze, is beautiful. A warmth that suits his face, down to that soft amusement. Does he make it often?]
Should I...? I'm glad, then...
[that hand shifts, finger pressing into him, and the dancer arches back a little in soft pleasure. Getting used to it seems to be almost unnecessary, in fact. Truly, it's so much better than his own slender fingers... at the order, Olivine shifts a little more to peer up at him when he nods.]
I... I'll try, Master. [His hole all but demands more already, soft and tight and squeezing pleasantly around that digit. It's not hard to see him slipping into the scandal of it, the pleasure he so desperately craves right there at his fingertips.
Well, with that promise, he can't quite stop the shift of his expression as restraint melts away into feeling.]
Your fingers are—so thick... it makes me want to feel more...
[thighs press against the one bracing them. Olivine's little rocking motions become more purposeful, too—each upward motion lets him press into the taller man's grasp, nipple pressing into his palm.]
[ His smile turns to a low chuckle. ] You sold yourself short; you are experienced. [ Which is a relief; he feels less like a predator, less like he has to be delicate. He's still careful, adding a second finger. ]
Good boy. You should always tell me what you want.
[ His own arousal is heightening, eased by knowing his new pet is enjoying this so thoroughly. ]
I've—only ever touched myself, though. And used... a few toys.
[It's hard to say if it's the potion prompting the honesty, or if it's just his new pet's nature. Whatever the case, he moans as another finger presses into him, forehead dipping to rest against Basch's shoulder. God, it's so good...]
Nmh... yes... master. [It's such a pleasant sigh, his lashes drooping.] I liked... when you played with my chest more, too. It feels good... like when I pierced them. Especially—mmngh—with your fingers inside.
Toys, fingers, self-pleasure — it all counts. Unless you’d prefer I use none?
[ He knows the answer already, grinning as he crooks those fingers inside Olivine, tugging on the chains again now that he’s been encouraged. ]
I was not going to take you fully today because I thought you a proper virgin. Tell me, pet, do you want my cock? Is your curiosity burning? [ He adds a third finger, a rough approximation of the width he will need to take ]
[fingers crook inside him and tug on chains and he jolts prettily, gasping at the sheer sensation that flickers through every nerve. that's not fair at all—]
That's— [his cheeks heat all the more at the words, "accusations" that fall so plainly into his truth. part of him wars with shame at not being a proper virgin, and yet the following comments pull the more important truth from his lips.] I want it... mmngh... and I want to be a good pet—
[ah, a third finger presses in and he arches with it, toes curling in the water. it distracts him from further commentary for now, at least.]
[ The water had been a good choice . The splashes and rocking of it with Olivine’s desirous motion is strangely erotic, and Basch has the urge to see just how loud and messy he will get, only to settle into gentle quiet later. ]
Oh I have no worry that you will be anything but a perfect pet. Much beyond my expectations. I am delighted you do not need breaking in.
[ It’s true. He’s much more excited about this, and he does not let up on his teasing. ]
You can have my cock if you can last until it’s inside you. But if you want it, you’ll first have to get it out for me.
[It only takes him a moment to catch on to the reasoning, the threat and promise in those words, punctuated by the rock of fingers and tug of chains. The way he shivers makes that obvious enough.
And oh, his hole is so very welcoming, tight and wet in his need. If his fingers feel this good... he can't possibly fail, can he? He needs to feel it—]
Ungh... y-yes, master.
[brows furrow on concentration then, trying to push away the overwhelming pleasure of being fingered by another for the first time. Breaths come in shallow shivers, cock aching in his panties where they cling wetly around it.
Lashes flutter when he's finally managed just enough sense, delicate fingers tracing down the man's chest in halting, distracted jolts. He's determined, that much is certain. And God, he wants to see his master's cock, even through the distortion of the rippling water.
At least he'll manage that without too much trouble, provided Basch doesn't add more for him to endure.]
[ Basch won’t make this harder. Maybe some other time, but he know this is still a first for olivine, and the other has expressed wanting to get to penetration with cock. He doesn’t want any part of this to be disappointing, and so he will listen and watch carefully, backing off if he thinks olivine is getting too close.
But, gods, this place has its grip on him too. He would be fine without sex, and yet, the moment Olivine’s hands search for him, his breath hitches, his skin flushing. He almost scolds that the other tries to lewd up first but bites it back. Their positions reversed, he would want to do the same. Accepting full attention was its own skill. ]
It appears, pet, that you have a hand full of cock. Do you want to play with it? How curious are you? Or are you simply dying to have it inside you?
[he'd been attempting to do just what Basch asked, honestly—he'd been told to get it out, after all! but it's probably better to leave scolding until at least a second or third experience, it's true. especially with how he looks up at the questions, glassy-eyed and still shy.]
I... I'm sorry, should I not have? [do you want to play with it? warm fingers shift, curling around his cock to feel the weight of it, not moving just yet.] I want... I want to play with it, but... I want it inside, too. Your fingers feel good, but...
[ He chuckles, deep and warm, the hand on Olivine's chest coming to cup his flushed face ]
You are perfect. You cannot misstep here.
[ And when Olivine's grip tightens, Basch closes his eyes, purring a moan. ]
We have many days ahead to try many things. You may ask for what you most want now.
[ Which...he suspects he knows. So he shifts again, hands roving down to start pulling Olivine's undergarments aside, grinning as the other's cock springs from it's entrapment. He leaves them around the other's thighs, knowing the restriction adds its own fun, hand coming up to stroke the other from root to tip with a single finger. ]
Sometimes new pets need encouragement. You did not. This pleases me.
[It feels... impossible. To have fallen into this exact position, with a master who seems to genuinely value his actual desires? People like him don't get so lucky, do they?
Trembling eyes watch as Basch speaks, both unsure and deeply wanting his words to be truth. The sound of his moan sees the dancer's lips part, heartbeat picking up even as he leans his cheek into that hand—]
... I...
[that hand moves away again, but it isn't disappointing. No, his master only moves to pull those panties aside, cock springing to attention in the water. The fabric feels good around his thighs, delicate but tight enough to pull.]
Ha-aah! [Oh, his whole spine arches as a single finger traces the length of him, hips trembling as fingers struggle to connect movement to his brain. It makes him slow, a bit clumsy—but he has to admit what he wants most, too.] I want your c... your thing... inside me.
[breathy, needy. The words are scandal, but it seems they're not fully out of reach. How could they be, when Basch speaks them so confidently, without shame or hesitation? He wants to please his new master so desperately...]
[ Well that’s endearing. Even if it’s something they’ll need to work on. Clarity is importent to Basch. At least right now there’s no question of meaning.
He braces his hands on Olivine’s ass and hips, guiding him up to line up cock and hole. And when he does, he will press in slowly, as much to be gentle as to tease.
The water was a good idea. The warmth for comfort, and the splashing in pleasure for absolute debauchery. He likes his disheveled sparkling pet a good deal more than he’d anticipated that morning. ]
[strong hands grasp around his hips and Olivine follows their guidance up, bracing his thighs around Basch's and his arms gently around his shoulders. Up, and then down—first just against the aching heat of his tip and then—]
Ungh—! Oh, God...
[too slowly, his master sinks into him and Olivine's cheek presses into his shoulder, cock trapped between their stomachs. Breath ghosts against his collarbone, needy and tremulous, matching his almost dreamy expression.]
It's—so hot inside... so much better than a toy...
[gentle doesn't seem to bother him either, at least. Especially now, when he can savor the feeling of being properly filled—the realisation that it will happen again and again makes him shiver sweetly.]
You do realize I am this hot and hard for you, yes? [ Basch asks in an amused tone, still holding Olivine firmly. He’s pleased how the other nestles against him, pleased he can feel the other’s arousal against them both.
He’ll stay slow and steady until he’s reached fully burying himself in the other. Olivine takes him admittedly easily, especially for someone who has not done this. Experienced elseways indeed. Basch could easily fuck him like this, and they’d both enjoy it.
Instead he pauses. Teasing with a lack of motion, wanting to see what Olivine will do. ]
For me— [evidently he hadn't realised that, exactly, but it has him exhaling a soft laugh in turn.] Mmnh... I like that thought, too.
[he would explain a little more if Basch asked, though it's not even something he'd think to mention, natural to him as it is. he can't help but shiver all over again when he's seated fully on his cock either.
a few breaths is all it takes for the impatience to start sinking in, a few more before he bites his lip and shifts slightly.]
Are you... staying like this? I can still... handle more...
[he asks it so deferentially, like they haven't just been discussing how much he wants to be fucked.]
[ The protest is endearing, and Olivine adjusting to the game so quickly is alluring. ]
Mmm I can. Is that something you did in preparation for today, or a quirk of your own biology?
[ He’d encountered both. Honestly either way it made this easier and more pleasant for his pet, so he was all for it. ]
You know you can take too, don’t you? That you can rock against me, and squeeze down on me, and dig your nails into my chest or shoulders. Kiss me. Make me want to take you harder too.
[ He says it so languidly, so casually, as his hands firmly hold Olivine in place, ever so slowly slipping down out of him just a quarter of the way before shoving back up, then again, slow. Teasing.
Besides. The other is going to come fast if Basch goes hard. ]
[his master offers for him to take, even still holding him as he is. the question is right there on his lips—he's allowed?—but of course he is, when the words are so clear.]
Then... I'll try—nnmgh!
[oh, that slow movement is poised to drive him mad. down, just barely, and then up again; teasing, aching. stirring his impatience again as Olivine's arms shift their hold.]
I don't know if my kissing will be any good.
[that much is an easy admittance—hardly something he could get experience with if his time was always with toys. but moving, squeezing? well, the latter is almost an instinct anyway, needy little thing that he is. the former? it only takes a moment of encouragement before his weight shifts again, thick thighs bracing for stability.
he has good instincts, too. hips move up as Basch's sink down again, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his cock moving inside. it really is completely different from a toy—]
Then, I want... nnmgh... to give all of that...
[all of him. it's such a frivolous promise to make for most, but this dancer truly seems to embody it. he knows what he's giving, as someone who had tried to devote all of himself to his traditions. there's a surprising amount of clarity in that, even in the shy way he lifts his head to brush their lips together before any attempt to take them more fully. clumsy, but enthusiastic.]
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Date: 2025-11-23 06:09 am (UTC)muscles twitch and tense as fingers cup and curl, head dipping slightly forward—a touch of shame, but more pleasant overwhelm than that—the water obscures some of his arousal altogether, but hides none of the important parts in how he shifts and moves.
God, it's not fair of this man to give him so much to imagine, all while his clothed cock is braced against his thigh so every twitch is perfectly broadcast. but then, he doesn't have to be fair, does he?]
I... as performers, we—haugh!
[oh. a simple tug takes his thoughts completely out of action for a moment, piercings pulling lightly at his nipples and teasing them harder, more swollen. his thighs squeeze against the leg between them on instinct. Basch has certainly found a positive place for teasing.]
Mmnh... I... I've never thought about... women doing that to me. [in fact, he's not even entirely sure how it would work, offhand. his interest has clearly at least been in men—or in being fucked, at the very least.] I'm not sure... what I would like.
[it's a quiet, earnest explanation, but one that does hold more than its fair share of that deferent, demure feeling. like he wants to say he thinks he'd like it, but he isn't allowed.
or wasn't allowed. at this point, that's much more likely.]
Nngh... it feels good... like this too. [in case it wasn't abundantly clear, perhaps. or maybe just because Olivine has to speak or he's going to lose his concentration altogether, and Basch hasn't even really touched him.] Much... better than my own...
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Date: 2025-11-23 09:53 pm (UTC)Tell me, then, pet, what have you imagined? What secret dreams have you held in your bed lately at night?
[ he tugs again, his other hand grazing hardened cock beneath fabric, sending a jolt through his own that Olivine will likely feel against his leg. There’s always something tantalizing to staying clothed. The sense of forbiddenness. The question of whether it will come off or not. Though for his part, he does not plan to go straight to that, not unless Olivine very specifically wants it. There’s plenty of other ways to have a good introduction. ]
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Date: 2025-11-24 03:00 pm (UTC)I've thought about things like... like you mentioned before. Being... pressed down and vulnerable...
[the words are too scandalous on his tongue, despite all he's read. a taboo he'll need at least a little encouragement to get past—though probably not much, given how enthusiastically he's done whatever Basch has asked.]
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Date: 2025-11-24 06:17 pm (UTC)That is more comfortable in a bed [ Is all he says. There are ways to make it work here, but he'd prefer something softer. ] I shall play with you other ways today.
[ As he says it, he moves the hand from Olivine's front to his back, sliding under the straps of his undergarment until a finger can circle his opening in the warm water. The one tugging the chain switches to cup, pinching nipple. ] This will be better here.
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Date: 2025-11-25 06:15 am (UTC)[oh, it's such a nice feeling, the way fingers pinch at a sensitive nipple, the warmth of a hand on his chest. combined with the shift of a finger around his entrance, pliant and twitching as it already is, it's more than enough to guide him into motion at least, undecided which he wants to press more directly into.]
Haah... that feels good... I'm s-sensitive there.
[not a complaint, and probably obvious which there he's talking about under the circumstances.]
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Date: 2025-11-25 05:21 pm (UTC)[ He's glad it feels good, glad this sheltered version is finding joy and not fear. It's endearing, how eager this man is -- and alluring, too. Basch's chest aches to make the other feel good, a liability in this place, but one he isn't unused to.
He's steady and deliberate, pressing into the other just enough that he can get used to it, shifting his thigh up to catch the beautiful way the other rocks, hand still cupping his pec. ]
Indulge, pet. Let me see you enjoy it.
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Date: 2025-11-25 08:48 pm (UTC)Should I...? I'm glad, then...
[that hand shifts, finger pressing into him, and the dancer arches back a little in soft pleasure. Getting used to it seems to be almost unnecessary, in fact. Truly, it's so much better than his own slender fingers... at the order, Olivine shifts a little more to peer up at him when he nods.]
I... I'll try, Master. [His hole all but demands more already, soft and tight and squeezing pleasantly around that digit. It's not hard to see him slipping into the scandal of it, the pleasure he so desperately craves right there at his fingertips.
Well, with that promise, he can't quite stop the shift of his expression as restraint melts away into feeling.]
Your fingers are—so thick... it makes me want to feel more...
[thighs press against the one bracing them. Olivine's little rocking motions become more purposeful, too—each upward motion lets him press into the taller man's grasp, nipple pressing into his palm.]
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Date: 2025-11-25 10:22 pm (UTC)Good boy. You should always tell me what you want.
[ His own arousal is heightening, eased by knowing his new pet is enjoying this so thoroughly. ]
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Date: 2025-11-25 11:26 pm (UTC)[It's hard to say if it's the potion prompting the honesty, or if it's just his new pet's nature. Whatever the case, he moans as another finger presses into him, forehead dipping to rest against Basch's shoulder. God, it's so good...]
Nmh... yes... master. [It's such a pleasant sigh, his lashes drooping.] I liked... when you played with my chest more, too. It feels good... like when I pierced them. Especially—mmngh—with your fingers inside.
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Date: 2025-11-26 12:02 am (UTC)[ He knows the answer already, grinning as he crooks those fingers inside Olivine, tugging on the chains again now that he’s been encouraged. ]
I was not going to take you fully today because I thought you a proper virgin. Tell me, pet, do you want my cock? Is your curiosity burning? [ He adds a third finger, a rough approximation of the width he will need to take ]
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Date: 2025-11-26 06:00 am (UTC)[fingers crook inside him and tug on chains and he jolts prettily, gasping at the sheer sensation that flickers through every nerve. that's not fair at all—]
That's— [his cheeks heat all the more at the words, "accusations" that fall so plainly into his truth. part of him wars with shame at not being a proper virgin, and yet the following comments pull the more important truth from his lips.] I want it... mmngh... and I want to be a good pet—
[ah, a third finger presses in and he arches with it, toes curling in the water. it distracts him from further commentary for now, at least.]
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Date: 2025-11-26 08:38 pm (UTC)Oh I have no worry that you will be anything but a perfect pet. Much beyond my expectations. I am delighted you do not need breaking in.
[ It’s true. He’s much more excited about this, and he does not let up on his teasing. ]
You can have my cock if you can last until it’s inside you. But if you want it, you’ll first have to get it out for me.
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Date: 2025-11-26 09:46 pm (UTC)[It only takes him a moment to catch on to the reasoning, the threat and promise in those words, punctuated by the rock of fingers and tug of chains. The way he shivers makes that obvious enough.
And oh, his hole is so very welcoming, tight and wet in his need. If his fingers feel this good... he can't possibly fail, can he? He needs to feel it—]
Ungh... y-yes, master.
[brows furrow on concentration then, trying to push away the overwhelming pleasure of being fingered by another for the first time. Breaths come in shallow shivers, cock aching in his panties where they cling wetly around it.
Lashes flutter when he's finally managed just enough sense, delicate fingers tracing down the man's chest in halting, distracted jolts. He's determined, that much is certain. And God, he wants to see his master's cock, even through the distortion of the rippling water.
At least he'll manage that without too much trouble, provided Basch doesn't add more for him to endure.]
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Date: 2025-11-27 12:31 am (UTC)But, gods, this place has its grip on him too. He would be fine without sex, and yet, the moment Olivine’s hands search for him, his breath hitches, his skin flushing. He almost scolds that the other tries to lewd up first but bites it back. Their positions reversed, he would want to do the same. Accepting full attention was its own skill. ]
It appears, pet, that you have a hand full of cock. Do you want to play with it? How curious are you? Or are you simply dying to have it inside you?
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Date: 2025-11-27 03:04 am (UTC)I... I'm sorry, should I not have? [do you want to play with it? warm fingers shift, curling around his cock to feel the weight of it, not moving just yet.] I want... I want to play with it, but... I want it inside, too. Your fingers feel good, but...
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Date: 2025-11-27 05:05 pm (UTC)You are perfect. You cannot misstep here.
[ And when Olivine's grip tightens, Basch closes his eyes, purring a moan. ]
We have many days ahead to try many things. You may ask for what you most want now.
[ Which...he suspects he knows. So he shifts again, hands roving down to start pulling Olivine's undergarments aside, grinning as the other's cock springs from it's entrapment. He leaves them around the other's thighs, knowing the restriction adds its own fun, hand coming up to stroke the other from root to tip with a single finger. ]
Sometimes new pets need encouragement. You did not. This pleases me.
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Date: 2025-11-27 09:40 pm (UTC)Trembling eyes watch as Basch speaks, both unsure and deeply wanting his words to be truth. The sound of his moan sees the dancer's lips part, heartbeat picking up even as he leans his cheek into that hand—]
... I...
[that hand moves away again, but it isn't disappointing. No, his master only moves to pull those panties aside, cock springing to attention in the water. The fabric feels good around his thighs, delicate but tight enough to pull.]
Ha-aah! [Oh, his whole spine arches as a single finger traces the length of him, hips trembling as fingers struggle to connect movement to his brain. It makes him slow, a bit clumsy—but he has to admit what he wants most, too.] I want your c... your thing... inside me.
[breathy, needy. The words are scandal, but it seems they're not fully out of reach. How could they be, when Basch speaks them so confidently, without shame or hesitation? He wants to please his new master so desperately...]
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Date: 2025-11-27 10:13 pm (UTC)He braces his hands on Olivine’s ass and hips, guiding him up to line up cock and hole. And when he does, he will press in slowly, as much to be gentle as to tease.
The water was a good idea. The warmth for comfort, and the splashing in pleasure for absolute debauchery. He likes his disheveled sparkling pet a good deal more than he’d anticipated that morning. ]
And I want to fill you up, pet.
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Date: 2025-11-28 03:19 am (UTC)Ungh—! Oh, God...
[too slowly, his master sinks into him and Olivine's cheek presses into his shoulder, cock trapped between their stomachs. Breath ghosts against his collarbone, needy and tremulous, matching his almost dreamy expression.]
It's—so hot inside... so much better than a toy...
[gentle doesn't seem to bother him either, at least. Especially now, when he can savor the feeling of being properly filled—the realisation that it will happen again and again makes him shiver sweetly.]
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Date: 2025-11-28 05:29 am (UTC)He’ll stay slow and steady until he’s reached fully burying himself in the other. Olivine takes him admittedly easily, especially for someone who has not done this. Experienced elseways indeed. Basch could easily fuck him like this, and they’d both enjoy it.
Instead he pauses. Teasing with a lack of motion, wanting to see what Olivine will do. ]
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Date: 2025-11-28 08:12 am (UTC)[he would explain a little more if Basch asked, though it's not even something he'd think to mention, natural to him as it is. he can't help but shiver all over again when he's seated fully on his cock either.
a few breaths is all it takes for the impatience to start sinking in, a few more before he bites his lip and shifts slightly.]
Are you... staying like this? I can still... handle more...
[he asks it so deferentially, like they haven't just been discussing how much he wants to be fucked.]
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Date: 2025-11-28 02:47 pm (UTC)Right now he stays still, enjoying the other’s breathing, his tiny controlled squirming, and then he laughs at the comment. Teasing. ]
Oh? So you didn’t just want to feel my thing inside you? Tell me what you want, pet.
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Date: 2025-11-28 11:44 pm (UTC)But the laughter keeps him rooted in this moment, his words simple but meaningful.]
That's not—! [fair? Right? He's already so hot and needy, and Basch "demands" he answer what he wants again.] mmnh...
I want... I want to feel it... not just still, but moving. [His head ducks briefly then.] You can... already feel how wet I am, can't you?
I want to please you, with all of me.
[so at least, understanding or not, he does seem to feel that mutual attraction. The rest of the words, well, he'll get used to them.]
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Date: 2025-11-29 02:14 am (UTC)Mmm I can. Is that something you did in preparation for today, or a quirk of your own biology?
[ He’d encountered both. Honestly either way it made this easier and more pleasant for his pet, so he was all for it. ]
You know you can take too, don’t you? That you can rock against me, and squeeze down on me, and dig your nails into my chest or shoulders. Kiss me. Make me want to take you harder too.
[ He says it so languidly, so casually, as his hands firmly hold Olivine in place, ever so slowly slipping down out of him just a quarter of the way before shoving back up, then again, slow. Teasing.
Besides. The other is going to come fast if Basch goes hard. ]
That would be all of you.
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Date: 2025-11-29 03:36 am (UTC)[his master offers for him to take, even still holding him as he is. the question is right there on his lips—he's allowed?—but of course he is, when the words are so clear.]
Then... I'll try—nnmgh!
[oh, that slow movement is poised to drive him mad. down, just barely, and then up again; teasing, aching. stirring his impatience again as Olivine's arms shift their hold.]
I don't know if my kissing will be any good.
[that much is an easy admittance—hardly something he could get experience with if his time was always with toys. but moving, squeezing? well, the latter is almost an instinct anyway, needy little thing that he is. the former? it only takes a moment of encouragement before his weight shifts again, thick thighs bracing for stability.
he has good instincts, too. hips move up as Basch's sink down again, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his cock moving inside. it really is completely different from a toy—]
Then, I want... nnmgh... to give all of that...
[all of him. it's such a frivolous promise to make for most, but this dancer truly seems to embody it. he knows what he's giving, as someone who had tried to devote all of himself to his traditions. there's a surprising amount of clarity in that, even in the shy way he lifts his head to brush their lips together before any attempt to take them more fully. clumsy, but enthusiastic.]
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