[ Basch understands that, now, maybe clearer with the wolf-thoughts in his head. Olivine's pack has not been a good one, if really one at all. And that makes him ache, because the priest wants so much to connect. But Basch doesn't want to overwhelm, either.
Still, when Olivine presses their lips together again, he kisses back more firmly, sighing contentedly even as he's filled with the other's scent, already thinking of rolling together so that their smells are tangled up.
Then there's a hand at his ear, and he moans against Olivine's lips, eyes rolling back into his head. There's no mistaking the way his tail thumps against the ground, or the way his cock lurches against Olivine's thigh.
He shouldn't want someone this intensely this quickly. Not from his human logic, anyway. From his wolf logic though -- this is his, and he has been accepted back, and all he wants is to be close and protect and keep company.
His hands come gingerly to Olivine's side, and when the other does not protest, sit firmer on his waist. Basch kisses again, his tongue pressing between them, and then he shifts, tugging Olivine into his naked lap, absolutely no concern for propriety. ]
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Date: 2024-05-02 04:27 am (UTC)Still, when Olivine presses their lips together again, he kisses back more firmly, sighing contentedly even as he's filled with the other's scent, already thinking of rolling together so that their smells are tangled up.
Then there's a hand at his ear, and he moans against Olivine's lips, eyes rolling back into his head. There's no mistaking the way his tail thumps against the ground, or the way his cock lurches against Olivine's thigh.
He shouldn't want someone this intensely this quickly. Not from his human logic, anyway. From his wolf logic though -- this is his, and he has been accepted back, and all he wants is to be close and protect and keep company.
His hands come gingerly to Olivine's side, and when the other does not protest, sit firmer on his waist. Basch kisses again, his tongue pressing between them, and then he shifts, tugging Olivine into his naked lap, absolutely no concern for propriety. ]