[ he already thinks he can't possibly feel higher, but then Olivine keens and comes in turn. Basch whines, overwhelmed with warmth and affection and the deep, deep pleasure of being claimed and claimant. Without even thinking, he collapses to the side, pulling Olivine down with him and tucking the other inside his hold, nuzzling against his neck before biting again -- lightly this time, an affectionate hold as opposed to anything erotic.
His hands stroke the other's stomach, one trailing near his gemstone, thighs wrapped tight around him.
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Date: 2024-10-29 11:18 pm (UTC)His hands stroke the other's stomach, one trailing near his gemstone, thighs wrapped tight around him.
He can hardly think. This is perfect bliss. ]