[the movements are all fascinating and, frankly, adorable. not to mention the moan at his lips that draws a shiver out of the priest, the lurch of his cock hot against his thigh. he may not know what Basch is thinking fully, but he knows where his mind is settled—as it is embarrassingly often.
foremost in his thoughts is the desire to please, to reward, to give. and to take, but he can curtail that impatience for as long as the werewolf wants. acceptance breaks what thin hold he had on his enthusiasm, a soft groan escaping his lips as hands come to rest at his sides, then move to grasp at his waist.
tongues meet and Olivine is already almost moving into the taller man's lap before the tug, suddenly wishing he weren't in his usual outfit. not that it's terribly hard to remove, but it's an effort he wants to be done with and he doesn't want to pull away from Basch to do it. reluctantly he will, unbuttoning his top and tugging impatiently at its zipper to free his chest, nipple chains falling free with a soft jingle of metal. they most certainly haven't talked about those... but it's fine, surely.]
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foremost in his thoughts is the desire to please, to reward, to give. and to take, but he can curtail that impatience for as long as the werewolf wants. acceptance breaks what thin hold he had on his enthusiasm, a soft groan escaping his lips as hands come to rest at his sides, then move to grasp at his waist.
tongues meet and Olivine is already almost moving into the taller man's lap before the tug, suddenly wishing he weren't in his usual outfit. not that it's terribly hard to remove, but it's an effort he wants to be done with and he doesn't want to pull away from Basch to do it. reluctantly he will, unbuttoning his top and tugging impatiently at its zipper to free his chest, nipple chains falling free with a soft jingle of metal. they most certainly haven't talked about those... but it's fine, surely.]