[He's undoubtedly in for a surprise when they all decide as a group to come pile on him to laze about for a day and force him to rest, isn't he. It'll be an interesting future, to be sure.
But for right now, he's solidly in an advantageous position, coaxing more of that depravity up from where it's been buried by word and deed. That hand skims up under his robe, lifting it and obscuring its movements in tandem, and the dancer's heart flutters at the sensations.]
I... [He's still embarrassed, of course. Still fighting against his own repression at the cracks left by his new master's guidance. And by now the drink has likely worn off, mostly if not completely.] It's hard to choose just one, master.
[His admission is quiet, full of that same shyness highlighted by want.]
Mmn... but, for example... if you were to... test my body. Lay me back, or push me down into the bed and see how much I can bend. I'm a dancer, after all.
[His head ducks slightly then as he considers what else to say, unaware of just how plainly he leans into Basch chest first.]
It would be... exciting... to endure whatever you wanted to do to me. With toys, or your hands, or... with that, too. Especially if I couldn't move on my own for a while.
[legs shift, thighs squeezing together as he speaks; it's surprisingly hard to put everything into words right now, but the start of a scenario (or several) is certainly vividly available to grasp.]
[ His movements stay slow and lazy, an eyebrow popping as his grin spreads. His hand retreats to just a finger, knuckle skimming down Olivine’s thigh. ]
So you want me to restrain you, and then bend you. I’d the bed what’s appealing? I have posts to tie you to, or there are pegs above the cushions on the walls.
[ These tastes aren’t unusual, and sometimes they’re coupled with someone watching, or a group overwhelming a restrained pet. All things Olivine will probably like. ]
Ah—both sound pleasant... [beyond the distraction, it's still hard to choose. After all, he has so little experience with any of this.] I'd like to try both, eventually, but... will you choose for me, Master? How you would like to see me?
[He'll definitely like any of those scenarios, too. The seeds of them are probably already there even, blanketed by the warmth of just being touched, teased so lightly it's almost agonising.]
[ That easy even obvious ask has Basch’s gaze drifting elsewhere, unpleasant heat in his face and gut. Shame.
He doesn’t know what he’d prefer, even after all this time. How can he? He doesn’t know this man. Doesn’t know what he likes. Doesn’t get much out of people he doesn’t know. A defect, as it’s always been.
So instead he calculates, weighing what he knows of his pet’s tastes. ]
We’ll use the wall and the cushions then. Better for stretch and restraining.
[Basch is overthinking it, of course, but it ultimately isn't a huge problem yet. Especially with someone like his new pet, with both far too much and too little knowledge, and an abundant curiosity to try things.
He can tell that something simmers below the surface, but lacks the knowledge of people to really figure out what it is. So instead, he just leans into Basch and hums his agreement.]
Yes, master... should I place myself somewhere for you...? I'm not sure what would give you the best view...
[after all, that's part of what he wants, too. For his master to observe him, to take in all of him.]
[ The old panic wells in him. He’s going to disappoint. He’s going to be found out as a fraud. He has no idea what he wants, no idea what this new pet wants, and in his panic he forgets that so often it’s just the attention of another, not Basch himself.
His disposition and his experience keep his face and voice calm, if a little distant, his smile tighter than it was. He’s still glad he took Olivine’s contract, but perhaps the man would have been happier with someone more possessive than Basch. ]
This way then [ he says, rising and going to a place on the wall lush with cushions. The rings in the wall sport both silk and leather ties. He selects the silk today, gesturing for Olivine to stand there as he secures his hands out to the sides near his head, causing his robe to strain. ]
[it's something he notices, a shift that makes something twist in his senses. did he make an uncomfortable suggestion? or perhaps it's just that he's not that interested in continuing—
but then, it's not something he feels he can ask about. not yet, at least. that's his own failing though, he knows that much. so he swallows his uncertainty and follows Basch's instructions, glancing upward as the taller man secures the silk ties and pulls his weight upward in so doing. his responses are still positive, at least, and as clear as any other; breath hitches softly at the first pull, his weight shifting up toward the balls of his feet.]
Ah... they're higher than I expected... it feels good...
[it's a breathless, curious statement, as his attention returns to his master, acutely aware of just how close his robe is to not even covering his hips anymore.]
[ He checks the restraints again, then moves his hands down to open Olivine’s robes. It’s a pretty sight, the robe open and the chains glistening. An elegance Basch can appreciate but has never had control of himself. Even now, with years of evidence to the contrary, he feels rough and clumsy, a mutt beside so many show dogs.
His smile softens to something genuine again at Olivine’s comment. It’s good the other talks, pulls Basch from the abyss of his own thoughts. ]
If you like stretch and ache, perhaps I should give you sword lessons.
[ He lets his gaze drift down, taking in Olivine’s naked form in a way he couldn’t in the water. This time, he’s teasing on purpose. ]
[The cool air makes him shiver as Basch pulls his robes open, chest rising and falling with each soft breath and only accenting the glimmer of metal all the more. It's good to see Basch looking at him too, as he starts to respond to the suggestion—
And nearly chokes on the words immediately at the teasing addition.]
Master, I wasn't—! [He turns so very red while voicing his rebuttal, shifting against the restraints; he wasn't, but now the thought is certainly seeded there. Similarly, he's not hard just yet—but being looked over like that certainly has him starting to react again. His gaze flicks away as Olivine makes the effort to actually respond.] I... I would like those lessons, though. I've read about it, but there was no one to learn from...
[ His grin turns mischievous and he steps closer, latching onto Olivine’s clear enjoyment and horror. This one likes to be teased, and that’s a thing he’s learned here. He runs a hand down Olivine’s chest, tugging his chains lightly before sliding down to cup his sac. ]
Did you not want the non-traditional ones then?
[ He himself is still clothed, and genuinely unsure if he will be ready for another round. But there are plenty of things he can do besides.
He removes his hand, raising it again to lay on Olivine’s pec, toying gently with the chains as he leans into whisper ]
I’m a skilled swordsman. In both varieties. I’d enjoy seeing you hot from exertion, muscles strained, getting stronger each time we practice — I like a man who can match me physically.
[oh. the sensation is completely different with his arms raised like this, and that has him squirming at the tug only to still when those fingers cup his sac instead.]
Ah, I didn't—say that—
[that hand moves again and Olivine shivers when his warmth draws in closer, breath against his ear. his own hitches softly, cheeks burning as he listens to Basch speak.]
That is... I would like that. [it's hard not to try and push himself forward, despite the ties around his wrists.] I have some experience with unarmed combat, but I'm interested in swordfighting. ... in both varieties.
[he's embarrassed just saying it aloud, of course.]
[ So his new pet is bolder when restrained. Basch notes it, unaware he’s all work the moment anything related to the bedroom begins. It’s pleasant work, yes, but a duty he takes seriously. ]
You certainly have strong muscles, flexibility, speed —
[ He stays close, a single finger tracing the outline of Olivine’s pecs, his ribs, his abs. He’s not meant for the life of a soldier, some sad old part of Basch knows wearily, but perhaps new recruit and captain roleplay is in their future. ]
Are the restraints not to your liking? You seem to be straining on them.
[ He’s teasing of course, drawing back enough to make Olivine chase his touch. Before the other can entirely answer, he’ll shift, cup his ass and kiss him slow and languid, letting their cocks rock together through the single layer of his robe. ]
[He's certainly far more built than his soft face would imply, but soldiering is definitely not where he'd ever expect to have ended up. The roleplay, though... undoubtedly he'd be into it. Moreover, his chest is almost scandalously sensitive, and the simple act of tracing over his pecs brings him to soft gasps and moans.]
The restraints ar—mmph—
[lashes flutter as Basch captures his mouth, following the languid lead of it without hesitation. It doesn't help him shiver less when the soft fabric of his robe presses between their cocks, dimming the shared sensation while providing its own addition. Another involuntary shift of arms assures the bonds are tight enough, fingers twitching and curling with the want to wrap his arms around the taller man.]
[ He takes in all of it, the way Olivine jerks toward him, the pull on the ties, the hardening of the other's cock. Basch isn't quite recovered, but it doesn't mean he isn't enjoying this. He chuckles as he pulls back, nose barely brushing Olivines, fingers just skimming his cheek while the other ghosts his pec. ]
[as their mouths part, he's left gasping softly, seeking out the brush of fingers against his cheek even while whining sweetly at the touch against his chest.]
I... no, master. [His voice is a whisper, tongue brushing over his lips.] I like this... knowing I can't stop you, can't hide anything from you.
[even if he'd made suggestions based on his wandering thoughts, this is somehow better, too. It feels more like something Basch wants to do, not just like him appeasing the scenario Olivine admitted.]
You trust me a good deal [ he murmurs, sobering for a moment. Reminded why he had to be the one to take the contracts of the innocent and the pawns.
His smile is a little forced, trying to get back into the moment. His pet doesn’t deserve his own heavy musings.
He runs his fingers through the chains, jingling them, reaching down to undo his robe. He steps just close enough that Olivine’s cock brushes his own hot skin. ]
Tell me, pet, what is it you might hide if you were not restrained?
[It's a quieter admission, a little more sober. Olivine doesn't know what's going through his master's head, but the urge is bone deep in him. Maybe it's naïve—surely, it's selfish of him. He isn't sure how else to make it clear, anyway.
The jingle of chains can't distract him from the sight of scarred skin, greedy interest in his expression. It melts when the distance between them dwindles, lips parting as his cock brushes heated skin.]
I... well... there isn't anything I really want to hide now. But maybe, I would want to hide how hard I am...
[granted, he can do that slightly with his thighs right now, and they do shift slightly as the thought occurs.]
[ He regains his composure somewhat, the grin on his face playful. Even if it is a mantle he will take seriously. ]
You should make me work for it.
[ He hums in thought, stepping closer so he can both shield Olivine’s desire and rub his tight against the other’s heat. ]
Would you like an audience, then? People to hide your arousal from and — [ He’s speaking low, close to Olivine’s lips, and he pauses to kiss him languidly. ] inevitably fail?
[It's a lighter question, amusement in his tone informed by the playful grin he's given. And naturally, it melts at the heat of a thigh rubbing against his arousal, pulling a hitched groan to his lips. His own movements are minute, given the positioning, but certainly there.]
I don't—mmh— [soft words give way to languid kisses, and his tongue rises to brush along Basch's lip, piercing just grazing skin.] that sounds... exciting... I would be trying so hard to behave, though...
Requirements... I'll try. You're already doing what I asked of you, though.
[he'd just said what he was thinking of, what he might like. of course, part of the problem is that the category is broad and hardly explored, but Basch certainly hasn't misread him, either.]
I—ah!
[his master moves without hesitation, heat drawing away from his dick only to be replaced by a single finger, leisurely and teasing. the suggestion makes it twitch against his touch, gaze turning away briefly. shy. intrigued.]
I would like that. Knowing you wanted me to fail... especially somewhere I shouldn't be so indecent, knowing someone could possibly hear me...
[his shudder isn't even veiled, at that. clearly, for all he's used to being beheld, his little pet is acutely aware of where he isn't meant to go, or at least be seen. the idea of clandestine voyeurism and being found is intensely alluring.]
[ His voice goes lower, huskier. Permission to fail. He understands that desire intimately. ]
I always want you to fail to restrain yourself, fail to repress your desire, fail to keep yourself rigid.
[ His finger drags languidly as he says it, sliding down to tease his sac too. ]
And I’ll enjoy the game of you seeing how long you can put it off, knowing we’ll both be happy when you let go.
Perhaps not an audience then. Perhaps I need to find you in a crowd, spirit you into a closet or behind a curtain, and then do my best to make you sing.
[ With no warning, he cups Olivine before stroking him root to tip, kneading over his head. ]
[always. Perhaps it's an exaggeration, but it's one his pet is happy to take literally in this moment, body twitching and shivering as that finger teases his sac.]
Mngh... I... [He feels almost dizzy with the anticipation of it, skin oversensitive and hot.] They would both be... exciting. Trying to keep quiet and still and—ughaagh!
[and he's completely distracted from his thoughts by the abrupt heat of that hand, gaze shaking a little as the dancer peers up at his master, muscles tensing and shifting in the grasp of the silks.]
Wa—it—oh, God—
[His tongue feels thick and heavy as aching heat coils in his belly, head slick and wet, easily spread over his length with each stroke; it's really only the current position that keeps him from rutting into Basch's hand. He really can be so insatiable...]
Haah... ugh... I'd be... so hard if you did that... [It's almost impossible to focus on the words, his tone slipping into something almost dreamy.] Your hand feels so good, master... I want... mmnh...
[ he’s absolutely just playing now, his hand going still again as he smiles, eyes crinkled, at this confused and pleasure drunk man, watching him squirm against the constraints he asked for.
It’s nice, to feel like he’s able to give him what he wants. Help him find it. ]
I don’t think it will be difficult to keep you hard and wanting, pet.
[He really is so easy to lead, easier still to tease. Basch stills and it's markedly more frustrating than the movements, a whine on the dancer's lips. Called out so simply, his head ducks slightly in embarrassment, dick twitching at the words.]
I can't help it... you feel so good... [and it's not fair to keep him there!!!] But—I need you, master... have I not been good enough?
[It teeters close to the edge of actually worrying, but the hazy pleasure and the way he presses into that stilled hand certainly suggest an almost bratty, impatient instinct, buried under everything else.]
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Date: 2025-12-15 06:14 pm (UTC)But for right now, he's solidly in an advantageous position, coaxing more of that depravity up from where it's been buried by word and deed. That hand skims up under his robe, lifting it and obscuring its movements in tandem, and the dancer's heart flutters at the sensations.]
I... [He's still embarrassed, of course. Still fighting against his own repression at the cracks left by his new master's guidance. And by now the drink has likely worn off, mostly if not completely.] It's hard to choose just one, master.
[His admission is quiet, full of that same shyness highlighted by want.]
Mmn... but, for example... if you were to... test my body. Lay me back, or push me down into the bed and see how much I can bend. I'm a dancer, after all.
[His head ducks slightly then as he considers what else to say, unaware of just how plainly he leans into Basch chest first.]
It would be... exciting... to endure whatever you wanted to do to me. With toys, or your hands, or... with that, too. Especially if I couldn't move on my own for a while.
[legs shift, thighs squeezing together as he speaks; it's surprisingly hard to put everything into words right now, but the start of a scenario (or several) is certainly vividly available to grasp.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 12:28 am (UTC)So you want me to restrain you, and then bend you. I’d the bed what’s appealing? I have posts to tie you to, or there are pegs above the cushions on the walls.
[ These tastes aren’t unusual, and sometimes they’re coupled with someone watching, or a group overwhelming a restrained pet. All things Olivine will probably like. ]
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Date: 2025-12-19 01:28 am (UTC)[He'll definitely like any of those scenarios, too. The seeds of them are probably already there even, blanketed by the warmth of just being touched, teased so lightly it's almost agonising.]
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Date: 2025-12-20 02:12 am (UTC)He doesn’t know what he’d prefer, even after all this time. How can he? He doesn’t know this man. Doesn’t know what he likes. Doesn’t get much out of people he doesn’t know. A defect, as it’s always been.
So instead he calculates, weighing what he knows of his pet’s tastes. ]
We’ll use the wall and the cushions then. Better for stretch and restraining.
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Date: 2025-12-20 04:56 pm (UTC)He can tell that something simmers below the surface, but lacks the knowledge of people to really figure out what it is. So instead, he just leans into Basch and hums his agreement.]
Yes, master... should I place myself somewhere for you...? I'm not sure what would give you the best view...
[after all, that's part of what he wants, too. For his master to observe him, to take in all of him.]
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Date: 2025-12-22 08:28 pm (UTC)His disposition and his experience keep his face and voice calm, if a little distant, his smile tighter than it was. He’s still glad he took Olivine’s contract, but perhaps the man would have been happier with someone more possessive than Basch. ]
This way then [ he says, rising and going to a place on the wall lush with cushions. The rings in the wall sport both silk and leather ties. He selects the silk today, gesturing for Olivine to stand there as he secures his hands out to the sides near his head, causing his robe to strain. ]
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Date: 2025-12-23 03:07 pm (UTC)but then, it's not something he feels he can ask about. not yet, at least. that's his own failing though, he knows that much. so he swallows his uncertainty and follows Basch's instructions, glancing upward as the taller man secures the silk ties and pulls his weight upward in so doing. his responses are still positive, at least, and as clear as any other; breath hitches softly at the first pull, his weight shifting up toward the balls of his feet.]
Ah... they're higher than I expected... it feels good...
[it's a breathless, curious statement, as his attention returns to his master, acutely aware of just how close his robe is to not even covering his hips anymore.]
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Date: 2025-12-23 03:48 pm (UTC)His smile softens to something genuine again at Olivine’s comment. It’s good the other talks, pulls Basch from the abyss of his own thoughts. ]
If you like stretch and ache, perhaps I should give you sword lessons.
[ He lets his gaze drift down, taking in Olivine’s naked form in a way he couldn’t in the water. This time, he’s teasing on purpose. ]
Sword lessons of the more traditional variety.
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Date: 2025-12-23 05:28 pm (UTC)And nearly chokes on the words immediately at the teasing addition.]
Master, I wasn't—! [He turns so very red while voicing his rebuttal, shifting against the restraints; he wasn't, but now the thought is certainly seeded there. Similarly, he's not hard just yet—but being looked over like that certainly has him starting to react again. His gaze flicks away as Olivine makes the effort to actually respond.] I... I would like those lessons, though. I've read about it, but there was no one to learn from...
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Date: 2025-12-23 07:52 pm (UTC)Did you not want the non-traditional ones then?
[ He himself is still clothed, and genuinely unsure if he will be ready for another round. But there are plenty of things he can do besides.
He removes his hand, raising it again to lay on Olivine’s pec, toying gently with the chains as he leans into whisper ]
I’m a skilled swordsman. In both varieties. I’d enjoy seeing you hot from exertion, muscles strained, getting stronger each time we practice — I like a man who can match me physically.
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Date: 2025-12-24 06:10 am (UTC)Ah, I didn't—say that—
[that hand moves again and Olivine shivers when his warmth draws in closer, breath against his ear. his own hitches softly, cheeks burning as he listens to Basch speak.]
That is... I would like that. [it's hard not to try and push himself forward, despite the ties around his wrists.] I have some experience with unarmed combat, but I'm interested in swordfighting. ... in both varieties.
[he's embarrassed just saying it aloud, of course.]
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Date: 2025-12-24 02:21 pm (UTC)You certainly have strong muscles, flexibility, speed —
[ He stays close, a single finger tracing the outline of Olivine’s pecs, his ribs, his abs. He’s not meant for the life of a soldier, some sad old part of Basch knows wearily, but perhaps new recruit and captain roleplay is in their future. ]
Are the restraints not to your liking? You seem to be straining on them.
[ He’s teasing of course, drawing back enough to make Olivine chase his touch. Before the other can entirely answer, he’ll shift, cup his ass and kiss him slow and languid, letting their cocks rock together through the single layer of his robe. ]
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Date: 2025-12-24 06:04 pm (UTC)The restraints ar—mmph—
[lashes flutter as Basch captures his mouth, following the languid lead of it without hesitation. It doesn't help him shiver less when the soft fabric of his robe presses between their cocks, dimming the shared sensation while providing its own addition. Another involuntary shift of arms assures the bonds are tight enough, fingers twitching and curling with the want to wrap his arms around the taller man.]
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Date: 2025-12-24 07:25 pm (UTC)Are you regretting your request, pet?
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Date: 2025-12-25 03:09 pm (UTC)I... no, master. [His voice is a whisper, tongue brushing over his lips.] I like this... knowing I can't stop you, can't hide anything from you.
[even if he'd made suggestions based on his wandering thoughts, this is somehow better, too. It feels more like something Basch wants to do, not just like him appeasing the scenario Olivine admitted.]
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Date: 2025-12-26 01:27 am (UTC)His smile is a little forced, trying to get back into the moment. His pet doesn’t deserve his own heavy musings.
He runs his fingers through the chains, jingling them, reaching down to undo his robe. He steps just close enough that Olivine’s cock brushes his own hot skin. ]
Tell me, pet, what is it you might hide if you were not restrained?
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Date: 2025-12-27 04:33 am (UTC)[It's a quieter admission, a little more sober. Olivine doesn't know what's going through his master's head, but the urge is bone deep in him. Maybe it's naïve—surely, it's selfish of him. He isn't sure how else to make it clear, anyway.
The jingle of chains can't distract him from the sight of scarred skin, greedy interest in his expression. It melts when the distance between them dwindles, lips parting as his cock brushes heated skin.]
I... well... there isn't anything I really want to hide now. But maybe, I would want to hide how hard I am...
[granted, he can do that slightly with his thighs right now, and they do shift slightly as the thought occurs.]
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Date: 2025-12-28 08:36 pm (UTC)You should make me work for it.
[ He hums in thought, stepping closer so he can both shield Olivine’s desire and rub his tight against the other’s heat. ]
Would you like an audience, then? People to hide your arousal from and — [ He’s speaking low, close to Olivine’s lips, and he pauses to kiss him languidly. ] inevitably fail?
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Date: 2025-12-29 02:59 am (UTC)[It's a lighter question, amusement in his tone informed by the playful grin he's given. And naturally, it melts at the heat of a thigh rubbing against his arousal, pulling a hitched groan to his lips. His own movements are minute, given the positioning, but certainly there.]
I don't—mmh— [soft words give way to languid kisses, and his tongue rises to brush along Basch's lip, piercing just grazing skin.] that sounds... exciting... I would be trying so hard to behave, though...
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Date: 2026-01-01 09:28 pm (UTC)[ He’s just exploring what excites Olivine, and it seems more like public repression. ]
Oh? You like to be a good boy? Until you can’t anymore?
[ His hand is back, one finger teasing Olivine’s shaft. ]
What if I told you not to make a sound? Would you like trying to be good while I made it so hard not to?
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Date: 2026-01-02 08:55 am (UTC)[he'd just said what he was thinking of, what he might like. of course, part of the problem is that the category is broad and hardly explored, but Basch certainly hasn't misread him, either.]
I—ah!
[his master moves without hesitation, heat drawing away from his dick only to be replaced by a single finger, leisurely and teasing. the suggestion makes it twitch against his touch, gaze turning away briefly. shy. intrigued.]
I would like that. Knowing you wanted me to fail... especially somewhere I shouldn't be so indecent, knowing someone could possibly hear me...
[his shudder isn't even veiled, at that. clearly, for all he's used to being beheld, his little pet is acutely aware of where he isn't meant to go, or at least be seen. the idea of clandestine voyeurism and being found is intensely alluring.]
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Date: 2026-01-08 01:28 am (UTC)I always want you to fail to restrain yourself, fail to repress your desire, fail to keep yourself rigid.
[ His finger drags languidly as he says it, sliding down to tease his sac too. ]
And I’ll enjoy the game of you seeing how long you can put it off, knowing we’ll both be happy when you let go.
Perhaps not an audience then. Perhaps I need to find you in a crowd, spirit you into a closet or behind a curtain, and then do my best to make you sing.
[ With no warning, he cups Olivine before stroking him root to tip, kneading over his head. ]
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Date: 2026-01-08 03:19 pm (UTC)Mngh... I... [He feels almost dizzy with the anticipation of it, skin oversensitive and hot.] They would both be... exciting. Trying to keep quiet and still and—ughaagh!
[and he's completely distracted from his thoughts by the abrupt heat of that hand, gaze shaking a little as the dancer peers up at his master, muscles tensing and shifting in the grasp of the silks.]
Wa—it—oh, God—
[His tongue feels thick and heavy as aching heat coils in his belly, head slick and wet, easily spread over his length with each stroke; it's really only the current position that keeps him from rutting into Basch's hand. He really can be so insatiable...]
Haah... ugh... I'd be... so hard if you did that... [It's almost impossible to focus on the words, his tone slipping into something almost dreamy.] Your hand feels so good, master... I want... mmnh...
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Date: 2026-01-09 10:45 pm (UTC)[ he’s absolutely just playing now, his hand going still again as he smiles, eyes crinkled, at this confused and pleasure drunk man, watching him squirm against the constraints he asked for.
It’s nice, to feel like he’s able to give him what he wants. Help him find it. ]
I don’t think it will be difficult to keep you hard and wanting, pet.
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Date: 2026-01-10 04:35 pm (UTC)[He really is so easy to lead, easier still to tease. Basch stills and it's markedly more frustrating than the movements, a whine on the dancer's lips. Called out so simply, his head ducks slightly in embarrassment, dick twitching at the words.]
I can't help it... you feel so good... [and it's not fair to keep him there!!!] But—I need you, master... have I not been good enough?
[It teeters close to the edge of actually worrying, but the hazy pleasure and the way he presses into that stilled hand certainly suggest an almost bratty, impatient instinct, buried under everything else.]
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