[it pulls a little giggle from his lips, pure and light in its pleasure, and Olivine tilts his head up to just catch him at the corner of his gaze.]

Was it that nice for you, too? I'm glad...

[he doesn't want to move at all right now, so he just shifts his hand to find Basch's, to lace his fingers between them. eyes close before he speaks again, humming.]

It really was just as good this way... ah. We can move whenever you want to. I like how it feels now.