[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.]
[ He chuckles, noting that he can probably push his new pet a lot farther and have the other beg or self-stimulate and enjoy it. Now, he curls his fingers, noting resuming stroking but giving Olivine something to rut against, what little he can. ]
If you could help it, I’d just push you further. Being good enough has nothing to do with it.
[ This is not a reward or a punishment. Though if Olivine enjoys that it’s something they can discuss. He wants to be clear, though, that pleasure does not have to be earned. ]
But you have been very good for your first day, pet.
[fingers curl, providing just a touch of stimulation when his hips move, and Olivine shivers in response to both that and his master's words. Safe to say, he's probably right—]
Mmnh—that would be... exciting too... [The admission comes easily, gaze focusing hazily on Basch.] good... I want to be.
But I still... want more, too. Everything feels so—hot—
[ He asks it like he’s considering anew, not like he had this plan from the beginning. He kisses olivine deep, teeth scraping his lip, then pulls away, dropping to his knees.
His hand holds the base firm, tongue dragging down his length, swirling at the tip, then taking him in and humming. He braces for a jolt, rutting, weak knees — overstimulation is the object. ]
[lashes flutter as Basch pulls him into that deep kiss, tongue moving impatiently forward to graze its piercing against his master's lip, retreating in a needy gasp when teeth scrape over the appendage.]
That—ughaagh—!
[He's treated to what he expects, then—hips jolt as his tongue drags from base to tip, knees trembling at the sudden wet heat. Chains jingle and Olivine's head dips forward, overstimulation prickling in every nerve. Oh, God, it's incredible. Dizzying, the way his body aches and twitches, shudders with that hum.]
Mas—ter—ungh... feels so good... but...
[but he'd asked for something specific, didn't he? It's evolving now, but even so.]
[ Basch knew what he’d asked for, and he’d done the calculation that he wasn’t going to be able to bend Olivine in half and fuck him properly in the given time span — he needed more recovery.
This seems to be working. He didn’t have to remember to moan; Olivine’s full body reaction is so attractive that it’s easy to let go, to be generous and hungry with his mouth, stirred even further by knowing this is likely Olivine’s first time. Regardless, it’s theirs, and he enjoys that.
One hand stays working the base with his hand, and the other kneads across his ass before a finger slips inside. He’ll tease about the protesting later. ]
[pleasure buzzes in every inch of his body, ripping away any attempt at conscious thought. Probably for the best, given his track record with misreading Basch's teasing so far—if nothing else, it leaves him too drowned in instincts to worry about doing something wrong.
His mouth is so fucking hot, every noise echoing all the way down to his balls. Legs shake and tremble, jolting as a hand works the base of his cock. It stings and breath shudders from his mouth in a half-choked groan, accompanied by both his blissful expression and the way he chases that ache with little shifts and twitches.
A hand kneads soft skin before that finger slips inside, muscles squeezing instantly around the intrusion as if to pull it in deeper. Better, every touch is better than the last, pushing him to a space he'd assumed he'd never reach.
Hopefully, he won't misinterpret the teasing too much when it happens.]
[ abruptly, Basch pulls back. His hands rest dormant on base and pressed into ass, but he sits up just enough to remove any other stimulation. His eyes twinkle, mouth reddened, as he grins up as his very reactive pet. ]
Sorry, was this not what you wanted?
[ He says it close enough his breath tickles chest, and then dips in, nuzzling that skin, crooking the finger buried in the other. ]
[There's such needy panic in his voice, fingers curling over the leather of his cuffs. As his weight shifts on his toes, he inhales warmly at the brush of air over skin, the way he nuzzles.]
Haah—! No—don't stop. Please, master.
[His face is deeply red, eyes shimmering with that same pleasant overwhelm. Basch's finger crooks and it makes his hips buck sweetly.]
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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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Date: 2026-01-11 11:18 pm (UTC)If you could help it, I’d just push you further. Being good enough has nothing to do with it.
[ This is not a reward or a punishment. Though if Olivine enjoys that it’s something they can discuss. He wants to be clear, though, that pleasure does not have to be earned. ]
But you have been very good for your first day, pet.
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Date: 2026-01-12 09:55 pm (UTC)Mmnh—that would be... exciting too... [The admission comes easily, gaze focusing hazily on Basch.] good... I want to be.
But I still... want more, too. Everything feels so—hot—
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Date: 2026-01-13 12:46 am (UTC)[ He asks it like he’s considering anew, not like he had this plan from the beginning. He kisses olivine deep, teeth scraping his lip, then pulls away, dropping to his knees.
His hand holds the base firm, tongue dragging down his length, swirling at the tip, then taking him in and humming. He braces for a jolt, rutting, weak knees — overstimulation is the object. ]
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Date: 2026-01-13 05:36 pm (UTC)[lashes flutter as Basch pulls him into that deep kiss, tongue moving impatiently forward to graze its piercing against his master's lip, retreating in a needy gasp when teeth scrape over the appendage.]
That—ughaagh—!
[He's treated to what he expects, then—hips jolt as his tongue drags from base to tip, knees trembling at the sudden wet heat. Chains jingle and Olivine's head dips forward, overstimulation prickling in every nerve. Oh, God, it's incredible. Dizzying, the way his body aches and twitches, shudders with that hum.]
Mas—ter—ungh... feels so good... but...
[but he'd asked for something specific, didn't he? It's evolving now, but even so.]
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Date: 2026-01-20 02:44 am (UTC)This seems to be working. He didn’t have to remember to moan; Olivine’s full body reaction is so attractive that it’s easy to let go, to be generous and hungry with his mouth, stirred even further by knowing this is likely Olivine’s first time. Regardless, it’s theirs, and he enjoys that.
One hand stays working the base with his hand, and the other kneads across his ass before a finger slips inside. He’ll tease about the protesting later. ]
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Date: 2026-01-20 04:11 am (UTC)His mouth is so fucking hot, every noise echoing all the way down to his balls. Legs shake and tremble, jolting as a hand works the base of his cock. It stings and breath shudders from his mouth in a half-choked groan, accompanied by both his blissful expression and the way he chases that ache with little shifts and twitches.
A hand kneads soft skin before that finger slips inside, muscles squeezing instantly around the intrusion as if to pull it in deeper. Better, every touch is better than the last, pushing him to a space he'd assumed he'd never reach.
Hopefully, he won't misinterpret the teasing too much when it happens.]
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Date: 2026-01-21 01:18 pm (UTC)Sorry, was this not what you wanted?
[ He says it close enough his breath tickles chest, and then dips in, nuzzling that skin, crooking the finger buried in the other. ]
We can stop.
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Date: 2026-01-21 03:10 pm (UTC)[There's such needy panic in his voice, fingers curling over the leather of his cuffs. As his weight shifts on his toes, he inhales warmly at the brush of air over skin, the way he nuzzles.]
Haah—! No—don't stop. Please, master.
[His face is deeply red, eyes shimmering with that same pleasant overwhelm. Basch's finger crooks and it makes his hips buck sweetly.]
The sting... and your mouth feels so good...