[ Basch is downright grinning, huffing lightly as Olivine wiggles and flushes under his touch. ]
Good? [ He asks, because it was nice to be asked when he was learning, not because he has any real doubt. He leans in, gently kissing up Olivine's neck before opening his mouth wider, skimming the skin with his tongue and biting lightly.
That makes him squirm, a moan deep in his throat as his own hips jut. Some part of him just wants to fill Olivine, rut til they're both spent and heaving, but a louder part wants to protect him, make this slow and sweet.
Either way, taking care of Olivine is deeply satisfying. So is the fact chanting at the back of his wolf-mind that this is his, his, his. ]
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Good? [ He asks, because it was nice to be asked when he was learning, not because he has any real doubt. He leans in, gently kissing up Olivine's neck before opening his mouth wider, skimming the skin with his tongue and biting lightly.
That makes him squirm, a moan deep in his throat as his own hips jut. Some part of him just wants to fill Olivine, rut til they're both spent and heaving, but a louder part wants to protect him, make this slow and sweet.
Either way, taking care of Olivine is deeply satisfying. So is the fact chanting at the back of his wolf-mind that this is his, his, his. ]