[every movement, every bite pulls another noise from Olivine. padded hands grasp at his wrists and pin them down, pulling a whine from his lips. of course he wants to touch—he always wants to touch—but he likes this too.]
You—too... haah! [with the last inch pressed inside him, he feels like he's losing his mind, pleasure and adoration in his own eyes and his fingers flexing with the itch to touch, to hold.] You'll always be—nngh! [deep as he is, every thrust threatens to punch the air from his lungs, absolutely ruins his train of thought.] Basch... oh, fuck! Please—so good... don't stop—
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You—too... haah! [with the last inch pressed inside him, he feels like he's losing his mind, pleasure and adoration in his own eyes and his fingers flexing with the itch to touch, to hold.] You'll always be—nngh! [deep as he is, every thrust threatens to punch the air from his lungs, absolutely ruins his train of thought.] Basch... oh, fuck! Please—so good... don't stop—