[ Basch's smile is clear in his pleased chuckle. His hand widens, cupping Olivine's sack entirely, letting his bite burn slowly. He knows he hasn't rolled the other over, and this isn't quite a mating bite. But he's pleased all the same, fingers wandering up to tease soft shaft, checking if Olivine is really ready yet.
Even if his own cock is stirring, faster than he feels it ought to. Another sign that this is his mate. He loves those hands in his hair, loves the sounds Olivine makes. ]
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Even if his own cock is stirring, faster than he feels it ought to. Another sign that this is his mate. He loves those hands in his hair, loves the sounds Olivine makes. ]