[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: 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...