[ olivine reacts so nonchalantly that basch is sure the other has not understood him. Except he keeps talking, and Basch’s body responds quicker than his mind, cock pulsing.
Still he’s near speechless with trepidation, not sure wear to direct his touch, sure it’s going to become unwelcome even as he years to just curl into the other. ]
Happy enough to be my mate?
[ whispered, but it holds no judgement. No plea either. ]
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Still he’s near speechless with trepidation, not sure wear to direct his touch, sure it’s going to become unwelcome even as he years to just curl into the other. ]
Happy enough to be my mate?
[ whispered, but it holds no judgement. No plea either. ]