[ Basch shakes his head lightly, still in awe, his padded hand slow and gentle as he strokes a thumb against Olivine's gem stone. It's warm, warmer than skin, and as much a part of him as Basch's pads or claws. ]
I don't know why you picked me for that honor, but I am glad I'm satisfying you. Does it feel different to you? The stone?
[ He doesn't realize as they talk, but his body is starting to relax, not enough to come out just yet, but maybe not quite as full and sensitive. Not that he wants it to end. But -- there's also promise of more, as soon as they're able. ]
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Date: 2024-09-09 10:54 pm (UTC)I don't know why you picked me for that honor, but I am glad I'm satisfying you. Does it feel different to you? The stone?
[ He doesn't realize as they talk, but his body is starting to relax, not enough to come out just yet, but maybe not quite as full and sensitive. Not that he wants it to end. But -- there's also promise of more, as soon as they're able. ]