[Olivine cries out as Basch takes him in hand, strokes urging his full arousal along beautifully. Hips rise into each one, confirming the blond's read quite handily. Fingers trail over his back, kneading through fur and pressing into the flesh at its roots, careful but similarly not too gentle.
He sees no problem at all with anything he's said though, let alone with continuing on this way. That will be a conversation for later, no doubt, when he's worked through his thoughts on the words.]
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[Olivine cries out as Basch takes him in hand, strokes urging his full arousal along beautifully. Hips rise into each one, confirming the blond's read quite handily. Fingers trail over his back, kneading through fur and pressing into the flesh at its roots, careful but similarly not too gentle.
He sees no problem at all with anything he's said though, let alone with continuing on this way. That will be a conversation for later, no doubt, when he's worked through his thoughts on the words.]
Haah... you feel so good... I need more...