[ Basch draws back to cup Olivine's face, chuckling lightly even as his own need becomes more insistent. The other's face is warm, that kiss to the corner of his own mouth making him full in ways he doesn't know how to express. ]

I was worried about rushing you and here I've made you wait. Go slowly. We ca go more quickly once you're adjusted.

[ He squeezes Olivine's face, then puts on hand on his ass to help guide him, the other coming to his own cock to line them up.

It's an odd, beautiful sensation, that tightness with slickness already in it. He doesn't push hard, just letting Olivine feel him. He's not particularly large or small, something he's always been thankful for in the bedroom. ]

How's that feel?

[ Because Olivine seems to have a lot to say, if Basch asks him first. ]