[ His eyes are wide, ears back, a questioning whine in his throat. Because he's still not used to being protected back. That kiss spares him having to say anything, but the tender deepness of it, and the way he holds Olivine, does a better job than words would have.
And then Olivine is redder than Basch has ever seen him. He almost feels guilt, except the other is also glowing. And pushing this fantasy even farther. He huffs in bright approval, kissing Olivine again before playfully reaching down to graze his sack. ]
I don't think I've seen those. I'll make sure to put them to good use.
[ He dips his head again, tongue laving broadly over Olivine's neck before biting, slow and hard, a pleased growl in his throat. ]
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And then Olivine is redder than Basch has ever seen him. He almost feels guilt, except the other is also glowing. And pushing this fantasy even farther. He huffs in bright approval, kissing Olivine again before playfully reaching down to graze his sack. ]
I don't think I've seen those. I'll make sure to put them to good use.
[ He dips his head again, tongue laving broadly over Olivine's neck before biting, slow and hard, a pleased growl in his throat. ]