[in the moment as that grip tightens and sharp teeth graze at the delicate bud of his nipple, Olivine makes no effort to quiet himself or mute his reactions. everything is there, pure, for the man holding him. Basch's name slips from his lips, helpless and pleading as his whole being careens toward that edge.
there's something so different about it this time too. a connection deeper than even their experiments and everything beyond their simple talks, something he wants as desperately as the other does. something to do with how he is now, he would guess later, and the need to share every part of him, to have every part of him in every way.
voice soft, he pleads for it, wanting to meet his pleasure in the moment with the taller man. wanting to hold him still, unable to even reach yet.]
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there's something so different about it this time too. a connection deeper than even their experiments and everything beyond their simple talks, something he wants as desperately as the other does. something to do with how he is now, he would guess later, and the need to share every part of him, to have every part of him in every way.
voice soft, he pleads for it, wanting to meet his pleasure in the moment with the taller man. wanting to hold him still, unable to even reach yet.]