[It's so different now, fueled less by the urgency of impending change and animal instinct. Sweet and gentle, even as Basch's hands find purchase on his body. His own find themselves slipping around the taller man's shoulders as he leans in, still a little clumsy in his inexperience.
That sound sets his heart racing, too. Not the same as the guttural growls from before, but no less afflicted—and heralding the sudden shock of his tongue at Olivine's lip. The priest exhales a soft noise at the sensation and they part easily, obediently even.
Like this, he can shift to press in closer, chest to chest. It's a reminder that it's all real, too. Part of him was perhaps a little worried that it had been a dream, that he'd wake up back where he was. Alone, weighed down by responsibility.]
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Date: 2024-06-09 09:04 pm (UTC)That sound sets his heart racing, too. Not the same as the guttural growls from before, but no less afflicted—and heralding the sudden shock of his tongue at Olivine's lip. The priest exhales a soft noise at the sensation and they part easily, obediently even.
Like this, he can shift to press in closer, chest to chest. It's a reminder that it's all real, too. Part of him was perhaps a little worried that it had been a dream, that he'd wake up back where he was. Alone, weighed down by responsibility.]
Basch...
[It's almost a whine, pleading sweetly for more.]