[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.]
[ Honestly it’s preferable Olivine take too. It can get lonely giving with no real response or reciprocation. And as much as he’s driven by service, he knows he’s a better lay if he’s being teased and surprised too. More for them to discuss, later. For now he’s pleased Olivine is adjusting quickly.
And sure enough, there’s an adjustment of position and much more synchronization, two bodies in dance instead of one unto the other. ]
Good boy [ Basch purrs, his own pleasure not hard to hear. ] Just like that. Your kissing will be fine, and you will learn more.
[ and it’s sweet when he does. Genuine. Basch lets him explore and test before he kisses back. Gentle, quick, then hungrier, pausing so Olivine may process or copy.
His hands stroke hip bones, own body adjusting now that Olivine is braced, and this time he thrusts with more intention, letting their bodies find a pleasant rhythm. Olivine is slick and tight and he doesn’t mask a gasp when the other clenched just right, turning it to a bite at his lower lip. ]
[every sound Basch makes is both utterly erotic and utterly captivating. beyond it, every word he speaks is warm and encouraging, unraveling the tightly twined shame pushed upon him in ways and places he can't know.
there's a sound of acknowledgement in response to it all, and then the purity of his patience and wonder. a kiss back, then another that's deeper, hungrier—one he's quick to melt into and match, if not copy. it's still difficult to balance them both, at least until they find that rhythm and each movement becomes more automatic. heat courses through every nerve in his body and coils in tight when he processes that gasp.
well, mostly processes it, because teeth press down on a soft lip and he jolts, groaning lewdly at the sensation.]
I—haah— [their rhythm lets him shift back a tiny bit in his limited position, causing that bite to tug for just a brief moment while hips rock down harder. selfish, greedy even.] Like that... please...
[even at this slow pace, he can already feel himself starting to get closer. after so long of dreaming about what this would be like, he supposes he can't help that much, but he wants to please his new master too. wants to prove his body is enough, perhaps, to have again and again. sweat mingles with water until it's all but indistinguishable which is which, and tears well in his eyes without the slightest hint of true discomfort. that, too, seems to simply be a part of his pleasure.]
[ There’s nothing to prove, other than that Olivine is consenting and willing to express his desires. That he’s so eager to learn is a bonus.
Basch tugs at the chains on Olivine’s front, thought blissfully fading as he lets their bodies lead. He sucks in the other’s lip, punctuating it with teeth, slowly letting the pace of his hips increase. His other hand goes to squeeze Olivine’s ass, blunt nails digging in. He hums out his own pleasure, pulling away just enough to tease out ] That’s it. Chase it. I want to feel you come between us.
[the dig of nails serves to make Olivine's body squeeze again, his hands still find themselves clumsily grasping at whatever skin they find. really, he's lasted longer than he expected even at this pace. the biting and nails alone could threaten to push him over the edge if he let himself.]
I— [breath hitching as Basch speaks and he responds, his lips brush the older man's again half by intention and half by circumstance in their movements] I want... to feel it too. And you, inside me.
[the words feel almost jumbled on his tongue when he says them, but he manages each one somehow. thighs ache with the effort he's made and the further effort he shifts to now, the slap of their hips coursing through his spine as much as it's in the splash of water between them. he's not unused to his orgasm being intense or abrupt, but there's something so much more debilitating about this one—maybe it's just because of the position compared to lying back on a bed or something. he doesn't know, even in the barely-conscious part of his brain still capable of thought.
what he does know is that it feels wonderful when his legs all but give out beneath him, thighs trembling in his orgasm. burying his face in Basch's shoulder does nothing to mute the sound of his pleasure either, echoed in the way his fingers dig into the man's back and muscles tense and tighten to squeeze around his cock, as if trying to drive him to his own orgasm just by that alone.]
[ Basch hadn’t expected him to last particularly long, and honestly, he enjoys it. His eyes close, hands still bracing Olivine, not shy about his own pleased groan as the other shudders around him. It’s when Olivine collapses against him though, trembling and spent and still trying to squeeze his cock and his chest that he feels his own heat tip over.
He wouldn’t have pushed to finish too, but since Olivine asked, he won’t deny them that. He adjusts his grip and Olivine’s weight so the other can lean against him, then holds his hips firm. His own pace quickens, testing the other’s sensitivity before finding the pace he needs. ]
Oh pet. You are divine—
[ His breath catches, hips stuttering, and as he feels his orgasm taking over, his arms move to wrap around Olivine, holding him tight against himself as he spills upwards.
And then it’s just their breathing entwined with the slosh of water. He squeezes the dancer, lips agains his hair. He’s going to like this one, and that’s a danger he will deal with later. Right now he lingers inside him, lulled by their climaxing and the warm water. ]
[oversensitive from his own orgasm, the faster pace pushes him into another layer of bliss, pressed against his new master and just enduring the heavenly, excruciating sensation of it all. divine, he calls him, and if he had enough sense Olivine might laugh softly at the claim. if anyone is divine, he thinks it's the man holding him so sweetly.
instead, all he can muster is a soft, sharp cry as heat spills inside him, embraced just so. it makes it so easy to just hold onto him, tight grip fading as his own orgasm does, until everything is quiet save their breaths and the water around them.
for a moment, it's hard to remember this is real. that he can actually be here, like this, and it isn't an affront to everyone he knows.]
... yes. Beyond what I imagined. [he does laugh softly as he says it, not bothering to untangle himself from Basch while his lips remain against his hair.] My body aches... it feels so good. Thank you, Master.
[funny, he thinks, how much simpler it would have been if he had been born here, rather than on his little home. sure, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so lucky with such an accommodating master, but still.]
[ It’s bliss for Basch too, oddly sweet and very much to his liking. Neither are a given here. A rarity even.
Hearing himself called Master jolts him from it. He keeps it from reaching his body, but he remembers this is a role, that he is not Basch but entirely, not anymore. Still. He cannot complain. He will bask in this for a little while, sliding out when it’s no longer comfortable to stay. ]
When you are ready, there is a curtain in the corner. Take off whatever is wet or you wish to remove. My staff will launder it. There are towels and robes if you like, or you may return to the water if you wish to soak.
[He's had to keep himself from asking about a name so far, a curiosity that feels taboo to even consider speaking aloud. He has little rights, after all—even if his master told him to say what he wants, that's surely different.
But for right now, he's vaguely aware of Basch's reaction as slightly... different from moments prior. A little more distant, perhaps. It leaves him unsure if he did something wrong, but the thought sticks far back when he has a new order. Less an order and more just the offer of comfort and self-care.]
Will you be soaking for a time? Ah... that is... I would like to stay with you, if that's alright. [even as he says it, the dancer moves to stand—he's still remarkably solid on his feet considering all they'd just done—and adjust his panties back to some semblance of covering, giving a moment for Basch's answer before he has to make his own decision.]
[ A dance they will hopefully figure out eventually. There is too much to address for one day, and Basch would be distraught to know he'd in any way dampened the other's enjoyment.
His face softens again, a smile there at Olivine's request. ] I would like you to stay with me as well. I am happy to soak or to retire immediately to the bedroom and rest.
[ He's pleased, honestly, that Olivine is already starting to assert some level of preference. And he watches, amused, as the other adjusts his undergarments. A funny thing, to be inside one another but still shy and proper with clothing. It is an oddity Basch knows well, and often experiences himself. ]
[If he's honest, it feels a little early to rest—but the urge to do so is strong. Especially when he can spend that time with Basch, without worrying about all the things he needed to do.
As to his underwear... well, it really is a funny little thing. Maybe some part of him also just wants to keep any mess contained, to avoid losing anything, but that's a thought he'll have to wrestle with later.]
Mmn. I wouldn't mind resting, I think.
[well... if he's honest, he's also curious about other things they could do. But that's a thought for later. Right now, he steps away to find this curtain and change out of his wet clothes. Fingers run over his stomach as he considers everything that just happened, a warm smile crossing his lips at how warm and good it had all felt.
And when he returns, it is indeed with one of the robes wrapped around him. The ties are pulled just tight enough to accent his waist neatly... though the chest portion feels a little tight, he thinks. It's not so bad though, just enough that he's still fidgeting slightly.
Which also may just be because he's still not used to his new position, though.]
Can I get anything for you now?
[There's a warm giving sensation to the words—they're asked earnestly, not as an obligation by far. He just wants to badly to succeed and make his master happy, he can't help it.]
[ Basch takes him in as he returns, already settling into this house, wrapped in Basch’s house colors and coat of arms on his breast. Less lewd by far, but much more intimate. And he notes the man’s elegant figure and broad chest. Well, pets always get fitted clothes. He will just add a robe to the list.
He rises from the water, dripping and rigged, more like he’s gone for a swim in a dream than fine pools. ] Go make us a tray of refreshments from the table while I disrobe, and then we will go up.
[ It’s not long before he returns, stripped entirely beneath his soft, sweet smelling robe. If they end up on the bed together, well, this time he will be soft and clean, no metal or buckles or rope. ]
Come, Pet. Let me show you where we sleep.
[ The chamber is up on the third floor. Large, with a huge balcony that faces the bay and lets in pleasant sea breeze. The bed is large and at its foot is a chaise surrounded by cushions. More cushions are dotted near the walls. Olivine will have his choice of being at Basch’s side or having his own sleeping area. ]
[Basch rises from the water, and for a moment his new pet is thoroughly enthralled. Every droplet that runs down his body highlights the rugged muscle of his form, the shift of his stomach with each breath and flex of muscle and tendon. Mouth dry, he only recognises the order after what feels like an age.]
As you wish, master.
[somehow, he keeps the awe from overtaking his voice, cheeks reddening to an almost painful heat when the dancer moves to the refreshment tray. Selecting things for them is much easier, under the presumption that there shouldn't be anything the man doesn't like among the options.
The tray is both neatly filled and comfortably balanced when Basch returns, and the time organising it has allowed him to get back to a more normal flush.]
Yes, master.
[There's no trouble keeping up when he's led up the stairs, and despite any lingering ache he must still have, he seems all but completely recovered. As the air cools pleasantly, he considers what sort of room the man must have.
And then they're in it, and the soft breeze leaves a warm comfort in his chest. There is a measure of opulence, but nothing approaching gaudy or overdone. It almost feels more like a place made to house many, than to belong to one man.]
Do you have any other pets, master?
[The question sends a pang of odd sensation through him, something he can't yet name. Insecurity, perhaps... but in reality, it's more complex than that. Basch hadn't spoken with any sense of exclusivity, after all, even as his new owner—it's hard to believe someone wants to see how deep his depravity goes, but harder to ignore, now.
Whatever it is, he moves to set the tray down on whatever surface is nearest the man's chosen seat, then moves again to join him. No surprise, surely, given his previous admission.]
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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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Date: 2025-11-30 12:48 am (UTC)And sure enough, there’s an adjustment of position and much more synchronization, two bodies in dance instead of one unto the other. ]
Good boy [ Basch purrs, his own pleasure not hard to hear. ] Just like that. Your kissing will be fine, and you will learn more.
[ and it’s sweet when he does. Genuine. Basch lets him explore and test before he kisses back. Gentle, quick, then hungrier, pausing so Olivine may process or copy.
His hands stroke hip bones, own body adjusting now that Olivine is braced, and this time he thrusts with more intention, letting their bodies find a pleasant rhythm. Olivine is slick and tight and he doesn’t mask a gasp when the other clenched just right, turning it to a bite at his lower lip. ]
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Date: 2025-11-30 12:31 pm (UTC)there's a sound of acknowledgement in response to it all, and then the purity of his patience and wonder. a kiss back, then another that's deeper, hungrier—one he's quick to melt into and match, if not copy. it's still difficult to balance them both, at least until they find that rhythm and each movement becomes more automatic. heat courses through every nerve in his body and coils in tight when he processes that gasp.
well, mostly processes it, because teeth press down on a soft lip and he jolts, groaning lewdly at the sensation.]
I—haah— [their rhythm lets him shift back a tiny bit in his limited position, causing that bite to tug for just a brief moment while hips rock down harder. selfish, greedy even.] Like that... please...
[even at this slow pace, he can already feel himself starting to get closer. after so long of dreaming about what this would be like, he supposes he can't help that much, but he wants to please his new master too. wants to prove his body is enough, perhaps, to have again and again. sweat mingles with water until it's all but indistinguishable which is which, and tears well in his eyes without the slightest hint of true discomfort. that, too, seems to simply be a part of his pleasure.]
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Date: 2025-12-01 11:06 pm (UTC)Basch tugs at the chains on Olivine’s front, thought blissfully fading as he lets their bodies lead. He sucks in the other’s lip, punctuating it with teeth, slowly letting the pace of his hips increase. His other hand goes to squeeze Olivine’s ass, blunt nails digging in. He hums out his own pleasure, pulling away just enough to tease out ] That’s it. Chase it. I want to feel you come between us.
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Date: 2025-12-02 05:20 am (UTC)I— [breath hitching as Basch speaks and he responds, his lips brush the older man's again half by intention and half by circumstance in their movements] I want... to feel it too. And you, inside me.
[the words feel almost jumbled on his tongue when he says them, but he manages each one somehow. thighs ache with the effort he's made and the further effort he shifts to now, the slap of their hips coursing through his spine as much as it's in the splash of water between them. he's not unused to his orgasm being intense or abrupt, but there's something so much more debilitating about this one—maybe it's just because of the position compared to lying back on a bed or something. he doesn't know, even in the barely-conscious part of his brain still capable of thought.
what he does know is that it feels wonderful when his legs all but give out beneath him, thighs trembling in his orgasm. burying his face in Basch's shoulder does nothing to mute the sound of his pleasure either, echoed in the way his fingers dig into the man's back and muscles tense and tighten to squeeze around his cock, as if trying to drive him to his own orgasm just by that alone.]
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Date: 2025-12-02 11:49 pm (UTC)He wouldn’t have pushed to finish too, but since Olivine asked, he won’t deny them that. He adjusts his grip and Olivine’s weight so the other can lean against him, then holds his hips firm. His own pace quickens, testing the other’s sensitivity before finding the pace he needs. ]
Oh pet. You are divine—
[ His breath catches, hips stuttering, and as he feels his orgasm taking over, his arms move to wrap around Olivine, holding him tight against himself as he spills upwards.
And then it’s just their breathing entwined with the slosh of water. He squeezes the dancer, lips agains his hair. He’s going to like this one, and that’s a danger he will deal with later. Right now he lingers inside him, lulled by their climaxing and the warm water. ]
Was it everything you imagined?
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Date: 2025-12-03 06:14 am (UTC)instead, all he can muster is a soft, sharp cry as heat spills inside him, embraced just so. it makes it so easy to just hold onto him, tight grip fading as his own orgasm does, until everything is quiet save their breaths and the water around them.
for a moment, it's hard to remember this is real. that he can actually be here, like this, and it isn't an affront to everyone he knows.]
... yes. Beyond what I imagined. [he does laugh softly as he says it, not bothering to untangle himself from Basch while his lips remain against his hair.] My body aches... it feels so good. Thank you, Master.
[funny, he thinks, how much simpler it would have been if he had been born here, rather than on his little home. sure, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so lucky with such an accommodating master, but still.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 02:30 pm (UTC)Hearing himself called Master jolts him from it. He keeps it from reaching his body, but he remembers this is a role, that he is not Basch but entirely, not anymore. Still. He cannot complain. He will bask in this for a little while, sliding out when it’s no longer comfortable to stay. ]
When you are ready, there is a curtain in the corner. Take off whatever is wet or you wish to remove. My staff will launder it. There are towels and robes if you like, or you may return to the water if you wish to soak.
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Date: 2025-12-03 03:50 pm (UTC)But for right now, he's vaguely aware of Basch's reaction as slightly... different from moments prior. A little more distant, perhaps. It leaves him unsure if he did something wrong, but the thought sticks far back when he has a new order. Less an order and more just the offer of comfort and self-care.]
Will you be soaking for a time? Ah... that is... I would like to stay with you, if that's alright. [even as he says it, the dancer moves to stand—he's still remarkably solid on his feet considering all they'd just done—and adjust his panties back to some semblance of covering, giving a moment for Basch's answer before he has to make his own decision.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 09:06 pm (UTC)His face softens again, a smile there at Olivine's request. ] I would like you to stay with me as well. I am happy to soak or to retire immediately to the bedroom and rest.
[ He's pleased, honestly, that Olivine is already starting to assert some level of preference. And he watches, amused, as the other adjusts his undergarments. A funny thing, to be inside one another but still shy and proper with clothing. It is an oddity Basch knows well, and often experiences himself. ]
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:17 pm (UTC)As to his underwear... well, it really is a funny little thing. Maybe some part of him also just wants to keep any mess contained, to avoid losing anything, but that's a thought he'll have to wrestle with later.]
Mmn. I wouldn't mind resting, I think.
[well... if he's honest, he's also curious about other things they could do. But that's a thought for later. Right now, he steps away to find this curtain and change out of his wet clothes. Fingers run over his stomach as he considers everything that just happened, a warm smile crossing his lips at how warm and good it had all felt.
And when he returns, it is indeed with one of the robes wrapped around him. The ties are pulled just tight enough to accent his waist neatly... though the chest portion feels a little tight, he thinks. It's not so bad though, just enough that he's still fidgeting slightly.
Which also may just be because he's still not used to his new position, though.]
Can I get anything for you now?
[There's a warm giving sensation to the words—they're asked earnestly, not as an obligation by far. He just wants to badly to succeed and make his master happy, he can't help it.]
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Date: 2025-12-05 03:05 am (UTC)He rises from the water, dripping and rigged, more like he’s gone for a swim in a dream than fine pools. ] Go make us a tray of refreshments from the table while I disrobe, and then we will go up.
[ It’s not long before he returns, stripped entirely beneath his soft, sweet smelling robe. If they end up on the bed together, well, this time he will be soft and clean, no metal or buckles or rope. ]
Come, Pet. Let me show you where we sleep.
[ The chamber is up on the third floor. Large, with a huge balcony that faces the bay and lets in pleasant sea breeze. The bed is large and at its foot is a chaise surrounded by cushions. More cushions are dotted near the walls. Olivine will have his choice of being at Basch’s side or having his own sleeping area. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 04:59 pm (UTC)As you wish, master.
[somehow, he keeps the awe from overtaking his voice, cheeks reddening to an almost painful heat when the dancer moves to the refreshment tray. Selecting things for them is much easier, under the presumption that there shouldn't be anything the man doesn't like among the options.
The tray is both neatly filled and comfortably balanced when Basch returns, and the time organising it has allowed him to get back to a more normal flush.]
Yes, master.
[There's no trouble keeping up when he's led up the stairs, and despite any lingering ache he must still have, he seems all but completely recovered. As the air cools pleasantly, he considers what sort of room the man must have.
And then they're in it, and the soft breeze leaves a warm comfort in his chest. There is a measure of opulence, but nothing approaching gaudy or overdone. It almost feels more like a place made to house many, than to belong to one man.]
Do you have any other pets, master?
[The question sends a pang of odd sensation through him, something he can't yet name. Insecurity, perhaps... but in reality, it's more complex than that. Basch hadn't spoken with any sense of exclusivity, after all, even as his new owner—it's hard to believe someone wants to see how deep his depravity goes, but harder to ignore, now.
Whatever it is, he moves to set the tray down on whatever surface is nearest the man's chosen seat, then moves again to join him. No surprise, surely, given his previous admission.]
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