[claws dig and Basch is treated to a sweet whine in turn, hips wiggling all the more. He can tell how affected he already is, after all—and the blond's words stir that feeling all the more.]
I—yes. Everywhere, truthfully... [He exhales a breathy laugh.] I'll enjoy it—whatever you do, I think. Because it's you. I'm already so wet...
[It's so quietly earnest, as Olivine so often is.]
no subject
I—yes. Everywhere, truthfully... [He exhales a breathy laugh.] I'll enjoy it—whatever you do, I think. Because it's you. I'm already so wet...
[It's so quietly earnest, as Olivine so often is.]