[There's no trepidation there, not a touch of hesitation in following Basch's words. Olivine gasps so sweetly when that hand wraps around his wrists, biting his lip only briefly at the sweet tug of stretched muscles.]
Alright, I will.
[It's something he hadn't considered before, safety in that moment, even if he doesn't think he'll need it. Basch doesn't know how Olivine takes care of himself, though.
Soft groans escape him as the other begins, his hole practically sucking him in with every forward thrust. Slow, but not for long—not even long enough to have him complaining. Ah, but when he really gets going, balls slapping his ass and every thrust starting to pull at his arms, then it's worlds harder to be quiet.
Like this he can't even really position himself to minimize any of it—his face just presses into the bed, muffling whines and moans off and on as his toes curl. Oh, fuck. It's so much better than he could have imagined. His swinging cock throbs and muscles squeeze, perhaps wanting to press it between them—there's no space for that with the blond between his legs though, so he only succeeds in pulling a louder moan from himself at the sudden tight feeling.]
Basch... nngh... oh, God... more—
[The words are slurred, panting breaths all he can manage in the moment. He's not sure if his hips are moving to meet Basch's on their own (they are) or if it's just the pace he's set (it isn't), but everything about it obliterates any thought beyond greed. He wants more, deeper, harder. Wants Basch to fill him up again, just as badly as he'd wanted it in the cave.]
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Date: 2024-06-17 10:04 pm (UTC)[There's no trepidation there, not a touch of hesitation in following Basch's words. Olivine gasps so sweetly when that hand wraps around his wrists, biting his lip only briefly at the sweet tug of stretched muscles.]
Alright, I will.
[It's something he hadn't considered before, safety in that moment, even if he doesn't think he'll need it. Basch doesn't know how Olivine takes care of himself, though.
Soft groans escape him as the other begins, his hole practically sucking him in with every forward thrust. Slow, but not for long—not even long enough to have him complaining. Ah, but when he really gets going, balls slapping his ass and every thrust starting to pull at his arms, then it's worlds harder to be quiet.
Like this he can't even really position himself to minimize any of it—his face just presses into the bed, muffling whines and moans off and on as his toes curl. Oh, fuck. It's so much better than he could have imagined. His swinging cock throbs and muscles squeeze, perhaps wanting to press it between them—there's no space for that with the blond between his legs though, so he only succeeds in pulling a louder moan from himself at the sudden tight feeling.]
Basch... nngh... oh, God... more—
[The words are slurred, panting breaths all he can manage in the moment. He's not sure if his hips are moving to meet Basch's on their own (they are) or if it's just the pace he's set (it isn't), but everything about it obliterates any thought beyond greed. He wants more, deeper, harder. Wants Basch to fill him up again, just as badly as he'd wanted it in the cave.]