Ah—I'll try. Sorry. I've just been thinking about it for—a while.
[There's a sheepish little huff there that says he's probably not that sorry, though. A touch more embarrassed maybe. Besides, there's nothing scolding about Basch's tone, nor does he seem apt to forcibly slow the matter. Warm padded hands squeeze his face before one moves down to his ass, and his toes are almost already curling before he's even positioned himself.
He's always been a little selfish—well, he's always wanted to be. It just wasn't possible, wasn't right with his station. But this—this feels so perfect, and he can't find it in him to even want to confess. Not when he presses in lightly and Olivine has to remind himself not to just sink down on it like his mind wants to. Another time. This time, he wants to feel every inch.
Definitely sizeable enough to fill him up nicely, he thinks. Perfect and hot and—]
Mmnh... it's amazing. It's so hot—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. [That's not a complaint, clearly, especially as his hips rock impatiently against him, lashes fluttering.] It's so much better than I imagined... haah...
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[There's a sheepish little huff there that says he's probably not that sorry, though. A touch more embarrassed maybe. Besides, there's nothing scolding about Basch's tone, nor does he seem apt to forcibly slow the matter. Warm padded hands squeeze his face before one moves down to his ass, and his toes are almost already curling before he's even positioned himself.
He's always been a little selfish—well, he's always wanted to be. It just wasn't possible, wasn't right with his station. But this—this feels so perfect, and he can't find it in him to even want to confess. Not when he presses in lightly and Olivine has to remind himself not to just sink down on it like his mind wants to. Another time. This time, he wants to feel every inch.
Definitely sizeable enough to fill him up nicely, he thinks. Perfect and hot and—]
Mmnh... it's amazing. It's so hot—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. [That's not a complaint, clearly, especially as his hips rock impatiently against him, lashes fluttering.] It's so much better than I imagined... haah...