[ That admission gets a low, guttural keen from Basch. His teeth dig sharper, his hips rocking harder. It's like he can't say or do enough for how big the feeling inside him is, though he tries, padded hands going to find Olivine's wrists, pinning them to his sides. He keeps biting, working himself in, until all of him is taken -- which is now small feat. ]
You are perfect [ he growls, adoration in his eyes as he comes up for air. ] I will always strive to be worthy of you. [ His back is arching forward, body demanding he feel all of Olivine. His thrusts are rough, deep, his breath gasping. ] F-fuck, Olivine--
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Date: 2024-08-20 11:52 pm (UTC)You are perfect [ he growls, adoration in his eyes as he comes up for air. ] I will always strive to be worthy of you. [ His back is arching forward, body demanding he feel all of Olivine. His thrusts are rough, deep, his breath gasping. ] F-fuck, Olivine--