[ Basch had been around more people than Olivine, but all it had really taught him was that he was different from most of them. He wasn't sure if that was a product of the military, but it didn't matter, because that was his life. Or had been, for a long time.

Olivine is so different from them. It makes sense. His job is to help and to heal, not to fight. Even if Basch fights to help, not everyone does, and violence is violence. The softness is...refreshing. Precious.

Maybe that's why Basch is so careful not to push. He's seen recruits harden with the difficulties of training and rough sexual encounters. Lived through it himself. He doesn't want anything remotely like that for Olivine, even if the man is older than a fresh solider.

Again, Basch offers, and Olivine receives so warmly. The arms around his back are warm and comforting, and when Olivine slips away to say that in that voice, whatever had quieted in his own arousal comes roaring back. ]

You may have to tell me, because I don't want to push.

[ His own voice is low, gentle but husky. He reaches down to cup Olivine's ass again, this time guiding the other into his lap. He hears the breathlessness in his own voice as their bodies slide together, arousal brushing against Olivine's bare torso. ]

But I always want to serve you until you're satisfied.