[to his benefit, of course, both sides of that desire lie closer together than not. and having him, fully and truly and in unmistakable affection, wraps them all the closer together. every thrust just reiterates how badly he wants to stay like this, to feel Basch against him and inside him until there's nothing left to think, to need.
the sound of the other's pleasure is addictive too. every pant of his name, met with a snap of hips into his own, until it all shifts with the coming pleasure. smooth thrusts become stuttery and uneven, and Olivine's body twists and arches into the sensations. with his hands finally free, they rise to cradle the werewolf's face, meeting hard kiss with desperation and impatience. it takes a moment for him to realise the sudden change in sensation isn't just the way he's squeezed down around the other—the base catches his hole and he jolts a little.]
Basch—nnhaah! Your—
[his breath catches sweetly as the swollen flesh eases his willing hole open, holding inside for a beat before the pace drags it back out. cheeks red, he presses himself up harder, suddenly desperate for that sensation.]
Haah... haaah... it's so big... it'll... keep it all inside...
[he sounds as excited as he feels, brimming with affection with every gasp against Basch's lips.]
Please... I can't... hold back anymore... I want it...
[his orgasm hits hard and fast, especially with every thrust dragging that knot against the sensitive muscles of his entrance. short nails dig into soft fur and he shudders, noise muted only by their proximity as hot spend splatters over his skin, still dripping from his tip when it stops twitching.]
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Date: 2024-08-24 03:35 am (UTC)the sound of the other's pleasure is addictive too. every pant of his name, met with a snap of hips into his own, until it all shifts with the coming pleasure. smooth thrusts become stuttery and uneven, and Olivine's body twists and arches into the sensations. with his hands finally free, they rise to cradle the werewolf's face, meeting hard kiss with desperation and impatience. it takes a moment for him to realise the sudden change in sensation isn't just the way he's squeezed down around the other—the base catches his hole and he jolts a little.]
Basch—nnhaah! Your—
[his breath catches sweetly as the swollen flesh eases his willing hole open, holding inside for a beat before the pace drags it back out. cheeks red, he presses himself up harder, suddenly desperate for that sensation.]
Haah... haaah... it's so big... it'll... keep it all inside...
[he sounds as excited as he feels, brimming with affection with every gasp against Basch's lips.]
Please... I can't... hold back anymore... I want it...
[his orgasm hits hard and fast, especially with every thrust dragging that knot against the sensitive muscles of his entrance. short nails dig into soft fur and he shudders, noise muted only by their proximity as hot spend splatters over his skin, still dripping from his tip when it stops twitching.]