[a smile breaks over his lips as Basch leans into him, body sturdy and warm as always. He's just glad to see him able to rest a moment, to offer something to him. It's not... obligatory, and that feels nice in itself. This is what he wants to do, for someone else who sees him for more than his title.
It's something of a first, really. He shouldn't get too used to it, but...]
Ah—
[for a second, he's worried he hurt Basch with the way he moves, the sound he makes. Only for a second though, as his head leans into his fingers, heartbeat picking up when the blond leans comfortably into his space. There's no fear in that pace, let alone his breath. Cheeks turn red as he continues his movements for a moment, using the space to compose himself—and depending on how hard the other presses to him, he might feel the peculiar press of something hard, set under his clothes.
The tremble of his tail brings a little more clarity to the moment, and Olivine hums softly.]
... would you like help getting your clothes off? I'm sure that can't be comfortable.
[He's already seen him naked before, so at least that awkwardness is probably a touch less intense...]
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It's something of a first, really. He shouldn't get too used to it, but...]
Ah—
[for a second, he's worried he hurt Basch with the way he moves, the sound he makes. Only for a second though, as his head leans into his fingers, heartbeat picking up when the blond leans comfortably into his space. There's no fear in that pace, let alone his breath. Cheeks turn red as he continues his movements for a moment, using the space to compose himself—and depending on how hard the other presses to him, he might feel the peculiar press of something hard, set under his clothes.
The tremble of his tail brings a little more clarity to the moment, and Olivine hums softly.]
... would you like help getting your clothes off? I'm sure that can't be comfortable.
[He's already seen him naked before, so at least that awkwardness is probably a touch less intense...]