[in the moment as that grip tightens and sharp teeth graze at the delicate bud of his nipple, Olivine makes no effort to quiet himself or mute his reactions. everything is there, pure, for the man holding him. Basch's name slips from his lips, helpless and pleading as his whole being careens toward that edge.
there's something so different about it this time too. a connection deeper than even their experiments and everything beyond their simple talks, something he wants as desperately as the other does. something to do with how he is now, he would guess later, and the need to share every part of him, to have every part of him in every way.
voice soft, he pleads for it, wanting to meet his pleasure in the moment with the taller man. wanting to hold him still, unable to even reach yet.]
[ Hearing Olivine plead does something strange to his insides. Part of him loves it, wants to sink his teeth into the other's neck and enjoy every cry and expression of desire. The other part wants to match that plea, soothe the other's every desire or pain, given him exactly what he wants.
He isn't going anywhere, though. Any thought for duties or reputations are far from his mind. He's going to fuck Olivine til they're both exhausted, and then has every intention of lounging with the other until they're awake enough to seek food or a bath or whatever else they desire.
So he pants the other's name back, punishing pace not letting up, until his pitch starts to change and his back arches, thrusts coming in stuttering bursts. He lets Olivine's wrists go, curling over the other to kiss him hard as his pleasure starts to crest, entirely unaware that as he does, his cock is beginning to swell at the base. ]
[to his benefit, of course, both sides of that desire lie closer together than not. and having him, fully and truly and in unmistakable affection, wraps them all the closer together. every thrust just reiterates how badly he wants to stay like this, to feel Basch against him and inside him until there's nothing left to think, to need.
the sound of the other's pleasure is addictive too. every pant of his name, met with a snap of hips into his own, until it all shifts with the coming pleasure. smooth thrusts become stuttery and uneven, and Olivine's body twists and arches into the sensations. with his hands finally free, they rise to cradle the werewolf's face, meeting hard kiss with desperation and impatience. it takes a moment for him to realise the sudden change in sensation isn't just the way he's squeezed down around the other—the base catches his hole and he jolts a little.]
Basch—nnhaah! Your—
[his breath catches sweetly as the swollen flesh eases his willing hole open, holding inside for a beat before the pace drags it back out. cheeks red, he presses himself up harder, suddenly desperate for that sensation.]
Haah... haaah... it's so big... it'll... keep it all inside...
[he sounds as excited as he feels, brimming with affection with every gasp against Basch's lips.]
Please... I can't... hold back anymore... I want it...
[his orgasm hits hard and fast, especially with every thrust dragging that knot against the sensitive muscles of his entrance. short nails dig into soft fur and he shudders, noise muted only by their proximity as hot spend splatters over his skin, still dripping from his tip when it stops twitching.]
[ He bays softly as hands cradle his face, the sound swallowed by the intensity of their kiss. He doesn't notice at first either, just that Olivine shudders more than usual -- an achievement, really. Except he's so sensitive back, fighting the urge to throw his head back because he wants to stay close. And then-- something else. The rock of his hips changing to smaller, sharper movements. He's never felt so big and it's not quite enough. He needs to feel Olivine. Needs to be so snugly in him there's nothing else. ]
Don't hold back [ he growls in response, pulling the other crushingly to his chest as Olivine's pleasure crests.
Basch howls this time, low and triumphant. The other's clamping delight pushes him over, and this time he can't contain the rush of feeling, bending his head and biting bruisingly hard against Olivine's neck as he moans through the most dizzying release he's ever had. ]
[sharper movements only make him shudder and squirm ever more—desperately needy, dizzy from it even. he can't find his tongue enough to form words even as Basch growls his response, beckoning him forward. of course, he wasn't going to hold back much longer anyway.
but it's so much more addicting, like this. teeth dig sharp and bruising into his neck and he cries out—louder than intended, but it's not like there's anyone here to hear it. his chest feels tight in the most pleasant way, crushed against the taller man, his toes digging into the sheets as heat pours into him. a whimpering whine escapes as the sensation settles deeper in, trapped by the snug feeling locking them together.
and it is locking them together, he realises quite abruptly.]
Haah... nngh... so good...
[he can't help but laugh softly, relaxing against the bed and exhaling a sigh.]
[ Spent, he pants heavily against Olivine, the driving energy driving from him, even as he holds fast to the other. That praise makes him feel golden and warm, and growls contentedly, rolling to his side and pulling Olivine with him, tangling their legs.
But there's no worry about losing any space between them. They're locked, and he sighs heavily, kissing the other's neck, his jaw, his lips. Light, soft, stroking his hair, even as he shudders in aftershocks that make his entire body warm. ]
You're so tight. I love having you around me like this. [ He nestles into the other, ears brushing Olivine's hair. It's all he wants, to be this close, the feel every pulse of the other. ] I feel...whole.
[the motion earns a soft groan from his lips, and he can't help the way he shivers as their legs entwine. the stretch of it is positively divine.
his kisses have Olivine following the movement of his lips until they meet his own, soft and sweet and warm as fingers stroke his hair. they both have a bit of coming down to do still, as those words bring a smile to his lips.]
I love it, too. [his head tilts a little, lips pressing against his jaw, nuzzling into the hair there, fingers curling around his shoulders.] Whole... mm, I like that. It feels like the right way to say how we are. Like nothing can come between us again.
[ He's breathless at how soft and earnest Olivine is, giving him so much sweetness so readily. It's enough to make his eyes wet, a whine in his throat, his tail thumping happily. ]
I should never half left [ he admits in a whisper, a thought human him would have guarded had he dared think it. But wolf him is blunt, and nothing could be more true. ] Since I met you -- I belong at your side.
[ He arches in aftershock, moaning as his grip tightens and he presses another kiss to Olivine. ] And inside you.
It doesn't matter that you did. [his fingers brush along Basch's face, wiping away any wetness there past his eyes. the smile on his face confirms that it's a dismissal of the idea of guilt, rather than any displeasure.] You're here now.
[and then he arches, tightens his grip and kisses him again, pulling a sharp moan from his lips. the words, though? those manage to turn his face terribly red, a huff of laughter escaping him.
it's definitely a byproduct of his being a werewolf at the moment, but it's still... somehow embarrassing, really.]
Basch— [he buries his face, but his smile is easily felt.] You really do feel good inside me, it's true...
[ Basch's brow furrows as he gingerly brushes the other's face, watching the mix of laugher and redness. ]
Should I not say those things to you? [ he asks in earnest as Olivine hides his face against him. ] I like being inside you. I like all that we do, mating or companionship.
No, it's fine. I'm just not used to it. [Basch continues speaking and Olivine smiles more, though the renews doesn't abate in the least.] I do, too. And I like hearing you say it.
[lifting his head, he reaches to hold one of the other's hands.]
It'll just take me a while to stop being surprised by it.
[ He nods seriously, taking this information in as part of their agreement on how to be together. ] Then I shall continue to tell you.
[ His expression softens again as Olivine takes his hand. They feel clumsier, padded and clawed, but he doesn't find himself as frustrated or embarrassed this time. Just happt to touch. ]
I think I will always be a little surprised you are so happy to be mine [ Basch agrees, nuzzling against him again. It is a stronger claim than his fully human self would be willing to make, even if he knows it's true. ] I am glad the stars crossed our paths, whatever it took first to get there.
Hehe... we'll both have our surprises, then. That's not so bad.
[pleased with everything, Olivine guides that hand up so he can press his cheek and lips onto its padded palm, breathing in the scent of him.]
I'm also glad... and I'm glad that my needs aren't too much for you, still. I have... so many questions even while we're like this. [He gives a shy laugh.] like how long before we can go again...
[ His eyes widen, ears perking up before flattening out, and then he smiles shyly. ]
I worry about being too much for you like this. I don't know how long this part lasts, but I'll be ready to please you again as soon as it releases. But I thought humans needed more time between.
[an earnest admission, one hand moving to drift up and rub Basch's ears. Fond and careful.]
A little downtime doesn't hurt... but I don't need it as much. Besides. [The other hand moves down to rub his belly, soothing over the faint heat in his gemstone.] What do you think sitting like this is, Basch? Hehe.
[ Basch shakes his head lightly, still in awe, his padded hand slow and gentle as he strokes a thumb against Olivine's gem stone. It's warm, warmer than skin, and as much a part of him as Basch's pads or claws. ]
I don't know why you picked me for that honor, but I am glad I'm satisfying you. Does it feel different to you? The stone?
[ He doesn't realize as they talk, but his body is starting to relax, not enough to come out just yet, but maybe not quite as full and sensitive. Not that he wants it to end. But -- there's also promise of more, as soon as they're able. ]
Why? Because I care for you, Basch. Because I spent time with you and I want to keep you by my side, no matter what happens... you showed me that I could be more than just my role.
[all that before tackling the actual question... because he wants to be clear, after all.]
It's not usually any warmer than I am... but otherwise it's mostly the same. [a little laugh between his soft moans in response to the touches.] My gemstone is sensitive to touch in general, as is the skin around it. Not quite as much as my chest, but close.
[As they speak, the full sensation eases a little at a time. Basch must be relaxing, knot slowly deflating... the feeling is good, nothing slipping free of him just yet.]
[ His eyes go soft at that answer, gently petting Olivine's hair as he talks. Like this, especially knotted inside him, its easier to hear the answer for what it is. Even if he always wants to make sure his mate does want to be his mate.
And takes him a second to refocus on the other part of the conversation. ]
I will play with it more, then. [ Said a little too seriously again, like he's taking notes. Because he wants to be the very best for Olivine, however he can.
And then he sighs, burying his face against the other's neck in a warmth he'd normally be too shy for, a whimper in his throat.]
[ He makes a low growl in agreement that tapers into a gentle moan, leaning into the touch at his hair. ]
Me too [ He admits. ] I never imagined this kind of happiness was possible for me, even before...
[ It's a strange thing. He feels the sadness and anger and fear at the curse that's afflicted him; that emotion is real and raw. But it's hard, too, to feel it was so terrible, lying held like this, having his ears scratched and his knotted cock taken so happily, and feeling Olivine beneath the pads of his hands.
That knot that continues to loosen. He's almost sorry for it, but it's a dull far away sorry, because he knows they'll couple again, and again....for once, he doesn't feel like the future is going to run out in a breath or two. ]
[there's a certain poeticism to this space—all their doubts and all their pains seem to melt away here, with just the two of them. even if he knows he should, Olivine can't say he feels the need to confess his own sins. Basch is just... important. he doesn't feel like something sinful.]
Then I'm glad... we both get what we thought we couldn't have.
[surely, it is a gift from God. for now, despite the slow loosening of his knot bringing with it a faint sense of disappointment, he's contented to just stay like this. at the very least until it slips free on its own, or Basch pulls it out—either is more than acceptable to him.]
[ It would make Basch weep, if he understood the space he held for Olivine. But he'd understand, too. It doesn't feel quite so selfish to be here. Or dangerous. It just feels...safe. Good. Meaningful. ]
I thought this was a curse [ he admits ] but now I wonder if it was a blessing, meant to bring me to you and you to me. I felt this the first time we met, but I didn't know what it was.
[ His cock pulses, the knot softening but still there.
His mate. His protectee and his safe haven. His partner. It's...a warm feeling. A sense of home. And right now he's just in awe of it. When he's human again, he'll worry. ]
I think... there's probably validity in both thoughts. And whatever about it that is a curse, I want to help you shoulder it. [a soft squeeze.] It did bring us together, so I can't pretend to be completely upset by it.
[The other's cock pulses inside him and he exhales a warm, pleased sigh. His mate indeed... it's all so good. Helps make the past feel so much more distant, like he's not simply stuck, thinking of ways to free himself of his duties.]
I've recovered, I think... should we do it again the same way, or do you want to try another position?
[of course he immediately wants to do it again now that they can uncouple.]
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there's something so different about it this time too. a connection deeper than even their experiments and everything beyond their simple talks, something he wants as desperately as the other does. something to do with how he is now, he would guess later, and the need to share every part of him, to have every part of him in every way.
voice soft, he pleads for it, wanting to meet his pleasure in the moment with the taller man. wanting to hold him still, unable to even reach yet.]
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He isn't going anywhere, though. Any thought for duties or reputations are far from his mind. He's going to fuck Olivine til they're both exhausted, and then has every intention of lounging with the other until they're awake enough to seek food or a bath or whatever else they desire.
So he pants the other's name back, punishing pace not letting up, until his pitch starts to change and his back arches, thrusts coming in stuttering bursts. He lets Olivine's wrists go, curling over the other to kiss him hard as his pleasure starts to crest, entirely unaware that as he does, his cock is beginning to swell at the base. ]
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the sound of the other's pleasure is addictive too. every pant of his name, met with a snap of hips into his own, until it all shifts with the coming pleasure. smooth thrusts become stuttery and uneven, and Olivine's body twists and arches into the sensations. with his hands finally free, they rise to cradle the werewolf's face, meeting hard kiss with desperation and impatience. it takes a moment for him to realise the sudden change in sensation isn't just the way he's squeezed down around the other—the base catches his hole and he jolts a little.]
Basch—nnhaah! Your—
[his breath catches sweetly as the swollen flesh eases his willing hole open, holding inside for a beat before the pace drags it back out. cheeks red, he presses himself up harder, suddenly desperate for that sensation.]
Haah... haaah... it's so big... it'll... keep it all inside...
[he sounds as excited as he feels, brimming with affection with every gasp against Basch's lips.]
Please... I can't... hold back anymore... I want it...
[his orgasm hits hard and fast, especially with every thrust dragging that knot against the sensitive muscles of his entrance. short nails dig into soft fur and he shudders, noise muted only by their proximity as hot spend splatters over his skin, still dripping from his tip when it stops twitching.]
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Don't hold back [ he growls in response, pulling the other crushingly to his chest as Olivine's pleasure crests.
Basch howls this time, low and triumphant. The other's clamping delight pushes him over, and this time he can't contain the rush of feeling, bending his head and biting bruisingly hard against Olivine's neck as he moans through the most dizzying release he's ever had. ]
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but it's so much more addicting, like this. teeth dig sharp and bruising into his neck and he cries out—louder than intended, but it's not like there's anyone here to hear it. his chest feels tight in the most pleasant way, crushed against the taller man, his toes digging into the sheets as heat pours into him. a whimpering whine escapes as the sensation settles deeper in, trapped by the snug feeling locking them together.
and it is locking them together, he realises quite abruptly.]
Haah... nngh... so good...
[he can't help but laugh softly, relaxing against the bed and exhaling a sigh.]
I feel so full...♥
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But there's no worry about losing any space between them. They're locked, and he sighs heavily, kissing the other's neck, his jaw, his lips. Light, soft, stroking his hair, even as he shudders in aftershocks that make his entire body warm. ]
You're so tight. I love having you around me like this. [ He nestles into the other, ears brushing Olivine's hair. It's all he wants, to be this close, the feel every pulse of the other. ] I feel...whole.
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his kisses have Olivine following the movement of his lips until they meet his own, soft and sweet and warm as fingers stroke his hair. they both have a bit of coming down to do still, as those words bring a smile to his lips.]
I love it, too. [his head tilts a little, lips pressing against his jaw, nuzzling into the hair there, fingers curling around his shoulders.] Whole... mm, I like that. It feels like the right way to say how we are. Like nothing can come between us again.
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I should never half left [ he admits in a whisper, a thought human him would have guarded had he dared think it. But wolf him is blunt, and nothing could be more true. ] Since I met you -- I belong at your side.
[ He arches in aftershock, moaning as his grip tightens and he presses another kiss to Olivine. ] And inside you.
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[and then he arches, tightens his grip and kisses him again, pulling a sharp moan from his lips. the words, though? those manage to turn his face terribly red, a huff of laughter escaping him.
it's definitely a byproduct of his being a werewolf at the moment, but it's still... somehow embarrassing, really.]
Basch— [he buries his face, but his smile is easily felt.] You really do feel good inside me, it's true...
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Should I not say those things to you? [ he asks in earnest as Olivine hides his face against him. ] I like being inside you. I like all that we do, mating or companionship.
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[lifting his head, he reaches to hold one of the other's hands.]
It'll just take me a while to stop being surprised by it.
[That's not depressing at all.]
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[ His expression softens again as Olivine takes his hand. They feel clumsier, padded and clawed, but he doesn't find himself as frustrated or embarrassed this time. Just happt to touch. ]
I think I will always be a little surprised you are so happy to be mine [ Basch agrees, nuzzling against him again. It is a stronger claim than his fully human self would be willing to make, even if he knows it's true. ] I am glad the stars crossed our paths, whatever it took first to get there.
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[pleased with everything, Olivine guides that hand up so he can press his cheek and lips onto its padded palm, breathing in the scent of him.]
I'm also glad... and I'm glad that my needs aren't too much for you, still. I have... so many questions even while we're like this. [He gives a shy laugh.] like how long before we can go again...
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I worry about being too much for you like this. I don't know how long this part lasts, but I'll be ready to please you again as soon as it releases. But I thought humans needed more time between.
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[an earnest admission, one hand moving to drift up and rub Basch's ears. Fond and careful.]
A little downtime doesn't hurt... but I don't need it as much. Besides. [The other hand moves down to rub his belly, soothing over the faint heat in his gemstone.] What do you think sitting like this is, Basch? Hehe.
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If I ever am, tell me. I won't be upset, but I will be upset if I hurt you.
[ He watches the movement of Olivine's hand, flushing as he does. His own comes to joi it, warm and gentle, tracing the heat near his stone. ]
You recover quickly. I -- it's good. Should I touch here more?
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[Basch's hand moves to join his, tracing over skin, and he squirms sweetly in response.]
Ah—I always have, I think. Although... I'd never been with someone before, of course. It does feel good when you touch there.
[his head tilts, and his expression tries for soft confidence, though it's muted by the flush of cheeks.]
It's warmer than before, and I feel so full... so I wanted to know what it feels like under my hand.
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I don't know why you picked me for that honor, but I am glad I'm satisfying you. Does it feel different to you? The stone?
[ He doesn't realize as they talk, but his body is starting to relax, not enough to come out just yet, but maybe not quite as full and sensitive. Not that he wants it to end. But -- there's also promise of more, as soon as they're able. ]
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[all that before tackling the actual question... because he wants to be clear, after all.]
It's not usually any warmer than I am... but otherwise it's mostly the same. [a little laugh between his soft moans in response to the touches.] My gemstone is sensitive to touch in general, as is the skin around it. Not quite as much as my chest, but close.
[As they speak, the full sensation eases a little at a time. Basch must be relaxing, knot slowly deflating... the feeling is good, nothing slipping free of him just yet.]
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And takes him a second to refocus on the other part of the conversation. ]
I will play with it more, then. [ Said a little too seriously again, like he's taking notes. Because he wants to be the very best for Olivine, however he can.
And then he sighs, burying his face against the other's neck in a warmth he'd normally be too shy for, a whimper in his throat.]
I am happy.
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[At that very vulnerable admission, Olivine shifts to stroke Basch's hair too, wrapped around each other as they are.]
I'm happy, too. More than I dared to think I could be.
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Me too [ He admits. ] I never imagined this kind of happiness was possible for me, even before...
[ It's a strange thing. He feels the sadness and anger and fear at the curse that's afflicted him; that emotion is real and raw. But it's hard, too, to feel it was so terrible, lying held like this, having his ears scratched and his knotted cock taken so happily, and feeling Olivine beneath the pads of his hands.
That knot that continues to loosen. He's almost sorry for it, but it's a dull far away sorry, because he knows they'll couple again, and again....for once, he doesn't feel like the future is going to run out in a breath or two. ]
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Then I'm glad... we both get what we thought we couldn't have.
[surely, it is a gift from God. for now, despite the slow loosening of his knot bringing with it a faint sense of disappointment, he's contented to just stay like this. at the very least until it slips free on its own, or Basch pulls it out—either is more than acceptable to him.]
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I thought this was a curse [ he admits ] but now I wonder if it was a blessing, meant to bring me to you and you to me. I felt this the first time we met, but I didn't know what it was.
[ His cock pulses, the knot softening but still there.
His mate. His protectee and his safe haven. His partner. It's...a warm feeling. A sense of home. And right now he's just in awe of it. When he's human again, he'll worry. ]
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[The other's cock pulses inside him and he exhales a warm, pleased sigh. His mate indeed... it's all so good. Helps make the past feel so much more distant, like he's not simply stuck, thinking of ways to free himself of his duties.]
I've recovered, I think... should we do it again the same way, or do you want to try another position?
[of course he immediately wants to do it again now that they can uncouple.]
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