[ The way Olivine reacts, Basch's expression furrows, then softens immensely, his grip shifting lighter. The hand at Olivine's pec goes to very gently stroke through his hair, then cup his flushed, beautiful, very vulnerable face. [
No one's touched you before.
[ He speaks very gently. It isn't a question. And while there's anger somewhere in him, putting together all those people taking Olivine's time and space but not his needs, it's much much lower than the need to guide and protect. He's more sure with every passing minute that the purpose of all this was to be here, with this priest, fulfilling the things the other man needed.
He presses a kiss to Olivine's forehead, groaning lightly as the other's hands explore...all of him. No hesitation. This is new too, with his fur or sensitive ears and tail. No one has touched him when he's been transformed. ]
Tell me if anything is too much or too fast. You can't touch me wrong. [ He makes sure their eyes are locked when he says it. He means it. There's no need for self-consciousness or holding back.
He doesn't even notice how clear his mind is -- though without it's usual guilt. But Olivine's comment about his pants gets a glance down and a sharp breath, because he hadn't realized just how interested Olivine is. He nods, loosening his grip. ]
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No one's touched you before.
[ He speaks very gently. It isn't a question. And while there's anger somewhere in him, putting together all those people taking Olivine's time and space but not his needs, it's much much lower than the need to guide and protect. He's more sure with every passing minute that the purpose of all this was to be here, with this priest, fulfilling the things the other man needed.
He presses a kiss to Olivine's forehead, groaning lightly as the other's hands explore...all of him. No hesitation. This is new too, with his fur or sensitive ears and tail. No one has touched him when he's been transformed. ]
Tell me if anything is too much or too fast. You can't touch me wrong. [ He makes sure their eyes are locked when he says it. He means it. There's no need for self-consciousness or holding back.
He doesn't even notice how clear his mind is -- though without it's usual guilt. But Olivine's comment about his pants gets a glance down and a sharp breath, because he hadn't realized just how interested Olivine is. He nods, loosening his grip. ]