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Ah—

[He can feel his cheeks heating up at the words, even as a smile tugs at his lips. Basch is more earnest than he gives himself credit for, sometimes.]

I just meant if it's right for—you—mmnh...

[The heat of Basch's cock pressed between his cheeks interrupts every reasonable thought in Olivine's head, hips jolting pleasantly when a hand teases his cock and balls, his back taut but not tense to the other's lips. Ahh, that's no fair, he wants it all... being patient is so much harder than he thought.

His cheek actually presses into the bed as Basch positions himself, tip almost teasing in itself.]

That's because... mmnh... you were teasing me so much.