[ Basch has had plenty of sex in his life, but the amount of affection in Olivine's touch to his hair, dazed smile, and trusting openness is wildly new. That and the idea that he's attractive. Not his type, not his station, not the power play or taboo between them.
Though this certainly feels like it should be taboo. He's a monster, and a volatile one, and Olivine is a virgin. It's some fairy story. He does't care though. Olivine wants him here, and he knows he isn't in danger of hurting him right now, and that's all he needs.
Even before Olivine gives that order. Before he implies...that any form would be alright. Welcome. The sound Basch makes is as much whimper as anything else, ears back as he feels Olivine blench hard around him. There's no way these are empty words, and he doesn't know how to take that in.
Especially not being called good, something that makes his tail thump and his whole being ache to live up to that. ]
If you ask... [ He murmurs, low and grumbling, hips slowly rocking into Olivine again, watching his beautiful face twist in want and pleasure as he takes Basch in. ] I won't be able to deny you anything. That I resisted this long [ Another thrust, one hand steady Olivine's hip, the other squeezing his pec again as he pauses to bite and kiss. ] is only because I worried for your safety. If you'll let me serve you, then I want to serve you.
[ Another bite, and he rocks up harder than he means, a good half his shaft in Olivine now, sliding with ease, tempting him to just bury himself on the next thrust. But he brushes the other's hair aside, cupping his face again. ]
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Though this certainly feels like it should be taboo. He's a monster, and a volatile one, and Olivine is a virgin. It's some fairy story. He does't care though. Olivine wants him here, and he knows he isn't in danger of hurting him right now, and that's all he needs.
Even before Olivine gives that order. Before he implies...that any form would be alright. Welcome. The sound Basch makes is as much whimper as anything else, ears back as he feels Olivine blench hard around him. There's no way these are empty words, and he doesn't know how to take that in.
Especially not being called good, something that makes his tail thump and his whole being ache to live up to that. ]
If you ask... [ He murmurs, low and grumbling, hips slowly rocking into Olivine again, watching his beautiful face twist in want and pleasure as he takes Basch in. ] I won't be able to deny you anything. That I resisted this long [ Another thrust, one hand steady Olivine's hip, the other squeezing his pec again as he pauses to bite and kiss. ] is only because I worried for your safety. If you'll let me serve you, then I want to serve you.
[ Another bite, and he rocks up harder than he means, a good half his shaft in Olivine now, sliding with ease, tempting him to just bury himself on the next thrust. But he brushes the other's hair aside, cupping his face again. ]
Still good?