[ His eyes widen, hands freezing for a moment. He'd repressed his own interest so well, it hadn't even occurred to him it might be mutual, let alone something Olivine had actively fantasized about. His breath hitches, but his smile is warm and breathless. ]
I'm glad [ he murmurs, nuzzling against Olivine's neck. Whatever fear he had that he'd been taking advantage somehow or that the curse was doing this both evaporate. It does occur to him Olivine may have just meant...intimacy in general, but that doesn't dull the warmth. If the other has wanted this, and trusts him to be the first, that's something he'll cherish long after today.
Then Olivine is on him, and reacting and he can't think about anything except keeping himself from flipping the other on his back and shoving too hard. His breath goes even weaker, hips rocking just enough to ease a little farther in. Strange, and exciting, with no preparation but slick heat still ready to take him. ]
You are...so hot, Olivine [ he pants. Literally, yes, but Basch can hardly believe how attracted he is. And something deeper. ] I want to make you feel good...as often as you like... [ He rocks his hips again, sinking a good inch into the other. He gasps, eyes closing, then leans forward, one hand back on Olivine's nipple, and his teeth going for the flesh of his other pec. ]
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I'm glad [ he murmurs, nuzzling against Olivine's neck. Whatever fear he had that he'd been taking advantage somehow or that the curse was doing this both evaporate. It does occur to him Olivine may have just meant...intimacy in general, but that doesn't dull the warmth. If the other has wanted this, and trusts him to be the first, that's something he'll cherish long after today.
Then Olivine is on him, and reacting and he can't think about anything except keeping himself from flipping the other on his back and shoving too hard. His breath goes even weaker, hips rocking just enough to ease a little farther in. Strange, and exciting, with no preparation but slick heat still ready to take him. ]
You are...so hot, Olivine [ he pants. Literally, yes, but Basch can hardly believe how attracted he is. And something deeper. ] I want to make you feel good...as often as you like... [ He rocks his hips again, sinking a good inch into the other. He gasps, eyes closing, then leans forward, one hand back on Olivine's nipple, and his teeth going for the flesh of his other pec. ]