[ If Basch had any fear left that Olivine wasn't aware what he was getting into, it was eased by how beautifully the other arched and whined. Basch is neither slow nor gentle this time, not with how wet and open Olivine already is, and not with his name moaned like that.
He digs his claws in, growling Olivine's name back as he bucks, hard, all the way in and out again, weight bearing down on the other's back. The sounds of their bodies together drives him on, and he increases his speed, wanting to hear both their sacks slapping from their intensity.
A howl erupts from him, unable to contain his pleasure, and then he leans in again, biting hard on Olivine's shoulder. The tang of blood fills his mouth, and his growl is so sordid he thinks he might cum.
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Date: 2024-10-18 10:16 pm (UTC)He digs his claws in, growling Olivine's name back as he bucks, hard, all the way in and out again, weight bearing down on the other's back. The sounds of their bodies together drives him on, and he increases his speed, wanting to hear both their sacks slapping from their intensity.
A howl erupts from him, unable to contain his pleasure, and then he leans in again, biting hard on Olivine's shoulder. The tang of blood fills his mouth, and his growl is so sordid he thinks he might cum.
Not yet, though. ]