[ 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.]
[ He watches Olivine from his position on the side of the bed, like a man watching a new cat or dog take in its surrounding. He sees interest and excitement in the other, not fear. Good. Some pets take a good deal of care. It’s easier for them when they are happy here.
Still, the question has him answering delicately. Another possible bump, but the truth is the truth. He’s only worried because this man knew so little of this place. ]
Yes. There are half a dozen or so. We share these chambers, and the rest of the house, though you will be given a small private chamber. You may use it for sleep or for office or hobby use — let the staff know your preference.
[ His own had a wood carving table and a chair to read in private. He once slept alone in there, but lately, he’s been comfortable with whatever rotation of his pets want to sleep against him. And more often than not, he passes out from exhaustion. ]
It is customary a new pet be taken care of alone alone the first day or so, but I will introduce you to them tomorrow. At least three of them will want to bed you immediately. The choice is always yours, though you are obligated to attend a few events a season with me. We can revisit the contract in a week or two when you have your bearings.
[He's openly surprised to hear Basch talk about his own pets wanting to bed each other—but that's the only part that seems to raise a particular reaction. Mostly, it gives way to that same curious blush, mine no doubt wandering to one of the many scenarios he'd mentioned or beyond.
Moreover, he thinks as be settles in beside the taller man with an arm slipping delicately around his forearm, they barely seem like pets here at all. Not a complaint, but a mild surprise. It doesn't register that his own actions might read as insecure or greedy—neither of which he feels in the moment. Well, not beyond the greed of feeling this fascinating man's warmth so near his own.]
It almost seems more like a partnership than ownership, [he remarks with a soft laugh,] I look forward to meeting the others and joining you. And... I have some experience in events, so I'm sure I'll be happy to join you as often as you like.
[by his easy, conversational tone, Olivine hasn't stopped to consider what the point of "events" might be, here.]
[ The arm on his is a relief. No recoiling, no betrayal. Some interest in the others. This won’t be the worst month of someone else’s life then.
Still, he shakes off the praise. He knows what he is, no matter if he tries to be a just one. ] There can be no partnership when the power imbalance is so stark and formal. You must remember that, especially outside this house. I am aware you are all human — not everyone is.
[ Indeed, some masters treated their pets as close to dogs or horses as they could. It was one thing for the few pets who enjoyed that, but there was not formal protection if the pet had agreed to the original contract. It was one reason Basch set his to expire sooner, with the option of renewal. ]
[his laugh almost escapes him before he catches it. instead, it's replaced with a softer, more wry expression.]
I was speaking of you, personally, in this sense of privacy. I am... very aware of how deeply power imbalance affects a public relationship, and I will not forget. We performers were never meant to be... attainable or available.
[or human, he doesn't say. thinks it, certainly, but that's an argument he thinks is likely both irrelevant and unwanted. it's better (easier?) to keep his attention on Basch and allow himself to selfishly seek out the comfort of his warmth, under the guise of providing his own.]
[ His hand drifts to Olivine's knee, squeezing it. ]
While you are inside these walls, take whatever you want or need, from me, from this house. So long as you do not break anyone else's consent, there is no limit to what I will grant, should it be in my power.
[ He knows he is not a good man, but it is important to him to take care of those in his care. He can make this one corner of a very rough part of the world better for a few, and that is something. ]
My life did not afford me partnership in the strict sense of it, but I admit this arrangement is fulfilling to me.
I will... try to do so. [for a moment there is pause, the young man's cheek coming to rest on the bulk of Basch's shoulder. brows furrow as he internally sorts through words, separating the ones he feels from the ones that feel appropriate, by no fault of the blond's own.] I was not raised to have... wants of my own, and I find it difficult to recognise them, sometimes.
Our sacred duty is in the performance of our ritual dances, in service to those to whom we share our home. That was the depth of my distraction's failure.
[he speaks like this is all simple fact, and not like every word of it reeks of control bordering on dogma]
So I hope you can forgive me if I am slow to do as you ask, in this case.
[ His voice is much quieter, farther away, but his hand stays on the other's knee. ]
It is a good place to explore. Sometimes, you will try something that is not what you thought you wanted, or that is not fulfilling. It is alright to change your mind. Observing may help you find ideas. There are no consequences here for acting on desire, not in this house at least. The events have their own rules and flow.
But there is nothing to forgive. This place forces us to become something new; take advantage of it.
[There's some surprise there, of course. Curiosity and even wonder fill his tone otherwise, idle hands finding something to do in fussing with the sleeve of his robe. Intimacy like this... he hopes he'll get used to it over time. That it will continue.
The more Basch speaks, the more he feels lost. Not because of the words, but because it's simply not... how he understood life to be. Not for him.]
... I don't know that I can claim this place has "forced" me to change. [His admission is quiet, almost wry.] In fact, it... it may be more accurate to say it's forcing me to face what I wanted to be, when I realised there were paths outside of the one I was born into, the one that I struggled with even though they placed all of their trust in my potential.
[not in him, not in his actions, but his potential—or, more likely, their expectations. A cruelty wrapped in saccharine promise, forged and reforged into a cage he can't even perceive.]
[ He gives a single huff of laughter that borders on something much sadder. Success, that he’s blended in so well, and another betrayal in his notch of shame. ]
My home country no longer exists. [ It was not common but not uncommon either. There were two empires constantly adding to their territory. What he doesn’t include is that his adoptive country also no longer exists, that he was a failed general, that he chose this sentence because he felt he deserved to be miserable and serve others. He hadn’t realized it was a kindness, a friend trying to tell him he couldn’t hold himself accountable, until much later and now he feels guilt for getting off easy, for having some measure of happiness here.
It’s much easier to focus on taking care of those he can. His hand travels farther up Olivine’s leg, but there’s nothing sexual about it now, nor about his arm going around the other. ]
Is facing what you are, what you want to be not a form of change?
I cannot evaluate anything from home, but I can promise the only thing you can truly fail here is yourself. Or perhaps a very demanding partner.
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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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Date: 2025-12-06 11:26 pm (UTC)Still, the question has him answering delicately. Another possible bump, but the truth is the truth. He’s only worried because this man knew so little of this place. ]
Yes. There are half a dozen or so. We share these chambers, and the rest of the house, though you will be given a small private chamber. You may use it for sleep or for office or hobby use — let the staff know your preference.
[ His own had a wood carving table and a chair to read in private. He once slept alone in there, but lately, he’s been comfortable with whatever rotation of his pets want to sleep against him. And more often than not, he passes out from exhaustion. ]
It is customary a new pet be taken care of alone alone the first day or so, but I will introduce you to them tomorrow. At least three of them will want to bed you immediately. The choice is always yours, though you are obligated to attend a few events a season with me. We can revisit the contract in a week or two when you have your bearings.
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Date: 2025-12-07 11:59 pm (UTC)Moreover, he thinks as be settles in beside the taller man with an arm slipping delicately around his forearm, they barely seem like pets here at all. Not a complaint, but a mild surprise. It doesn't register that his own actions might read as insecure or greedy—neither of which he feels in the moment. Well, not beyond the greed of feeling this fascinating man's warmth so near his own.]
It almost seems more like a partnership than ownership, [he remarks with a soft laugh,] I look forward to meeting the others and joining you. And... I have some experience in events, so I'm sure I'll be happy to join you as often as you like.
[by his easy, conversational tone, Olivine hasn't stopped to consider what the point of "events" might be, here.]
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Date: 2025-12-10 02:28 pm (UTC)Still, he shakes off the praise. He knows what he is, no matter if he tries to be a just one. ] There can be no partnership when the power imbalance is so stark and formal. You must remember that, especially outside this house. I am aware you are all human — not everyone is.
[ Indeed, some masters treated their pets as close to dogs or horses as they could. It was one thing for the few pets who enjoyed that, but there was not formal protection if the pet had agreed to the original contract. It was one reason Basch set his to expire sooner, with the option of renewal. ]
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Date: 2025-12-10 04:00 pm (UTC)I was speaking of you, personally, in this sense of privacy. I am... very aware of how deeply power imbalance affects a public relationship, and I will not forget. We performers were never meant to be... attainable or available.
[or human, he doesn't say. thinks it, certainly, but that's an argument he thinks is likely both irrelevant and unwanted. it's better (easier?) to keep his attention on Basch and allow himself to selfishly seek out the comfort of his warmth, under the guise of providing his own.]
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Date: 2025-12-10 08:17 pm (UTC)While you are inside these walls, take whatever you want or need, from me, from this house. So long as you do not break anyone else's consent, there is no limit to what I will grant, should it be in my power.
[ He knows he is not a good man, but it is important to him to take care of those in his care. He can make this one corner of a very rough part of the world better for a few, and that is something. ]
My life did not afford me partnership in the strict sense of it, but I admit this arrangement is fulfilling to me.
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Date: 2025-12-11 02:43 pm (UTC)Our sacred duty is in the performance of our ritual dances, in service to those to whom we share our home. That was the depth of my distraction's failure.
[he speaks like this is all simple fact, and not like every word of it reeks of control bordering on dogma]
So I hope you can forgive me if I am slow to do as you ask, in this case.
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Date: 2025-12-11 10:16 pm (UTC)[ His voice is much quieter, farther away, but his hand stays on the other's knee. ]
It is a good place to explore. Sometimes, you will try something that is not what you thought you wanted, or that is not fulfilling. It is alright to change your mind. Observing may help you find ideas. There are no consequences here for acting on desire, not in this house at least. The events have their own rules and flow.
But there is nothing to forgive. This place forces us to become something new; take advantage of it.
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Date: 2025-12-11 11:56 pm (UTC)[There's some surprise there, of course. Curiosity and even wonder fill his tone otherwise, idle hands finding something to do in fussing with the sleeve of his robe. Intimacy like this... he hopes he'll get used to it over time. That it will continue.
The more Basch speaks, the more he feels lost. Not because of the words, but because it's simply not... how he understood life to be. Not for him.]
... I don't know that I can claim this place has "forced" me to change. [His admission is quiet, almost wry.] In fact, it... it may be more accurate to say it's forcing me to face what I wanted to be, when I realised there were paths outside of the one I was born into, the one that I struggled with even though they placed all of their trust in my potential.
[not in him, not in his actions, but his potential—or, more likely, their expectations. A cruelty wrapped in saccharine promise, forged and reforged into a cage he can't even perceive.]
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Date: 2025-12-12 02:24 pm (UTC)My home country no longer exists. [ It was not common but not uncommon either. There were two empires constantly adding to their territory. What he doesn’t include is that his adoptive country also no longer exists, that he was a failed general, that he chose this sentence because he felt he deserved to be miserable and serve others. He hadn’t realized it was a kindness, a friend trying to tell him he couldn’t hold himself accountable, until much later and now he feels guilt for getting off easy, for having some measure of happiness here.
It’s much easier to focus on taking care of those he can. His hand travels farther up Olivine’s leg, but there’s nothing sexual about it now, nor about his arm going around the other. ]
Is facing what you are, what you want to be not a form of change?
I cannot evaluate anything from home, but I can promise the only thing you can truly fail here is yourself. Or perhaps a very demanding partner.
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