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R... right... it's a lot more overwhelming than I expected...

[the little touches and kisses help him refocus, at least, and his fingers do drift to brush through his hair. they curl tighter as he moans around Olivine's cock, toes pressing into the floorboards at the sensation. his hips can't move that much with the firm hold on his ass, but that's not a problem really.

instead, he can just enjoy it as Basch sets his pace. as he speeds up, the priest's toes curl a little, and he makes no effort to hold back. close as he was, it won't take long for him to come, crying out what definitely feels like too loud when he does. his head dips down as he works through it, neither holding Basch in place nor pushing him away, just flexing trembling fingers.]

[ Apologetic, or at least explanatory. He can’t soothe right now, but he makes a note of it.

Olivine relaxes quickly enough, and it really isn’t long before the other is tensing, giving Basch’s experienced mind a moment to prepare before hot seed coats his throat. He swallows around it, slowing his pace but working Olivine through the pleasant aftershocks of it.

Finally he slides off of him, rising on his knees so they’re of a height, and pulls Olivine securely against him, kissing his hair. ]

It’s always overwhelming when it’s good or it’s been awhile. You were just right.

[ Are those the right words? He doesn’t know. He just doesn’t want there to be shame or doubt around this, not when Olivine is trusting him with so many firsts. ]

I like your enthusiasm.

[a little bit explanatory, a little bit just... talking to work himself through it. Olivine finds himself wanting to give Basch feedback at every step, maybe because it can help alleviate any misunderstandings.

he still feels a little hazy when Basch slides off of him, a shiver running down his spine at the cool air against his still-wet cock, and so there's a vaguely surprised little noise when he's pulled to the taller man's chest.]

Hehe... I was just surprised. But I'm glad it was good for you, too.

[his hands slide around the other's torso and he nuzzles a cheek into his still-clothed shoulder. just basking in this feeling is a comforting way to relax, he thinks.]

Ah—really? [that's enough to make him blush again, smiling brightly as always.] There are just so many things I've wanted to try since I read about them... I hope it's not too much, eventually.

[ Good. Olivine doesn't sound rattled at all.

In fact, he's nuzzling into Basch, and the older man finds himself momentarily speechless, like this can't be real. Except every one of his senses keeps telling him it is. ]

It's...hard to feel confident if they other doesn't react.

[ It's worse than that, sometimes. But he doesn't need to go into that. And at Olivine's concern, he just brushes the other's hair again, stroking his still lightly heaving back. ]

It's better to have an idea, I think. I've done a lot. I really don't think it will be a problem. At worst, either of us can ask to wait until our energy returns.

[ Again, he skates around the truth of it. He's done a lot, and much of it being used and even humiliated, pushed well past his limits. Olivine being eager for contact, even if it's often, even if it's more experimental -- this is entirely different. ]

I can't even imagine not reacting... I think that would make me nervous, too.

[His fingers play with the hem of Basch's shirt, quiet concern ill hidden on his face. Olivine isn't naive enough to miss the reason he'd say that, no matter how little experience he has with people... but he doesn't ask. If Basch wants to tell him one day, they can talk then.]

That's true. I trust you to tell me if you need to rest. [a nod, a smile.] will you tell me some of the things you liked? Later, I mean. I... I don't think I could listen right now without asking you to do all of them.

[His head ducks, heated cheek pressed to one shoulder with the admission. After all, even though he just came, his body isn't satisfied yet. It's almost agonising to wait out the aftermath enough that his breaths are calm and no longer heaving.]

[ And Basch, in turn, doesn’t want Olivine worrying over Basch’s history.

He does laugh warmly though at Olvine’s request and immediate admission. The heat of the other’s cheeks bleeds through his shirt, and he doesn’t think he will ever tire of the other nestling into him. ]

I will tell you, yes. For now, I do like laying together after.

[ It’s an admission that much of his life had been taboo, and he knows his own cheeks are hot. But he also doesn’t expect anything but delight from Olivine. ]

When you feel steady, turn down the bed and I’ll get undressed and join you.

[He's steady enough to move already, but Basch gives him an out to keep cuddling and for a moment, he just takes advantage of it. He wants to do more, yes, but he needs this contact more than he can really say.]

Alright... thank you.

[They have all night, and that comforts him in his decisions. Finally, he pulls away from Basch reluctantly, leaning up to press their lips together before climbing to his feet. Turning down the sheets and climbing into bed really makes it sink in, and he can feel his heartbeat pick up a little.

Was it like this for his parents, he wonders? ... and promptly dismisses the thought before he can feel guilty about it again, turning his gaze to the blond. If he's going to get lost in some fantastical wonder, he'd rather it was about this, thanks.]

[ If they didn't have all night, Basch honestly would be more reluctant to let him go. But they'll both be more comfortable this way, and he wastes no time stripping his boots and garments. He looks up, flushing slightly as Olivine catches his gaze, clearly watching him from the sheets.

The enormity of it hits him, that this could become...routine. Even if only for awhile. The idea of sharing a bed, of having someone to metaphorically and literally come home to -- it's honestly too big a thought to hold, and he fears he's getting much too ahead of himself. Even when it's not a kind of thought he usually has.

Instead, he comes to the other side of the bed, sliding in beside Olivine and opening his arm to the other. The sheets are almost unbelievably smooth and the bed soft after months of bedrolls and cave walls.

His own arousal is present, though fading -- not from lack of interest, but from years of forced control. If they do nothing else tonight, he'll be beyond satisfied. ]

Some people don't like this. I'm glad you do.

[he's trying to be relatively respectful about it, even with the hunger still remaining in his gaze. that shifts a little, cheeks turning just a little deeper pink, when their gazes meet for a moment. some part of him, perhaps, is still worried that this is some kind of dream, despite the mountain of evidence otherwise.

it's just... so much he's wanted for so long, and he'd never thought he'd become attached to someone else like this. definitely not after such a short time.

Basch slides into the bed and offers him space, and the priest finds himself overwhelmed by the gravity of it. to be accepted, held, unjudged for his needs and wants... it makes him feel even more shy as he nestles in close again, hand sliding over the other man's hip. he's so warm... perfectly real. this is real.]

Ah—really? I guess I can understand that... I'm still not used to it, but it's something I've thought about a lot. [a chuckle, as he lets his fingers drift over his side.] I'm glad you do too... but...

[it might be inevitable that he'd misunderstand it—despite his own efforts at controlling his arousal, he hadn't thought Basch would think they did have to stop.]

... do you just want to stay like this? [his tone is faintly unsure, slightly disappointed. of course he's not upset about just cuddling—but he's been thinking about it for a while while Basch was gone.]

[ Olivine couldn't be disrespectful if he tried, because Olivine cared about Basch. Which is why Basch, too, feels like this is a dream. He'd long given up on being an object of affection, not just desire.

But there's Olivine again, so readily settling in against him. Basch finds himself squeezing the other closer, his voice low. ]

That part is the same for me.

[ Not used to it, thought about it a lot.

He's glad Olivine keeps going with his thought, even if he internally kicks himself for not realizing he might be making Oivine feel unwanted instead of just given space to process. He reaches over to cup Olivine's face, making sure to hold his gaze. ]

I wanted you to get a chance to catch your breath and decide if you wanted more.

[ He leans closer to press their lips together, to make clear he isn't done with Olivine. ]

[part of him feels relief in not being the only one dealing with that feeling, honestly. he's been so isolated for so long that he sometimes hadn't even thought that was a problem people could have—though his time in the confessionals has told him otherwise, on occasion.

the press of his face into Basch's hand is immediate, dispelling some of that uncertainty and more still with that held gaze. honestly, he hadn't even considered catching his breath, but it makes sense. perfect sense, and he's grateful for the care the taller man takes in handling him.]

Ah—mmn...

[his lips part to say something, but that's set aside when their lips meet, lashes falling slow as he reaches up again, arms slipping around broad shoulders. these are perfect too, even if he's still getting used to it. it's only when he needs to breathe that he pulls back at all, voice deeper and softer with honeyed interest.]

I already knew I wanted more.

[ Basch had been around more people than Olivine, but all it had really taught him was that he was different from most of them. He wasn't sure if that was a product of the military, but it didn't matter, because that was his life. Or had been, for a long time.

Olivine is so different from them. It makes sense. His job is to help and to heal, not to fight. Even if Basch fights to help, not everyone does, and violence is violence. The softness is...refreshing. Precious.

Maybe that's why Basch is so careful not to push. He's seen recruits harden with the difficulties of training and rough sexual encounters. Lived through it himself. He doesn't want anything remotely like that for Olivine, even if the man is older than a fresh solider.

Again, Basch offers, and Olivine receives so warmly. The arms around his back are warm and comforting, and when Olivine slips away to say that in that voice, whatever had quieted in his own arousal comes roaring back. ]

You may have to tell me, because I don't want to push.

[ His own voice is low, gentle but husky. He reaches down to cup Olivine's ass again, this time guiding the other into his lap. He hears the breathlessness in his own voice as their bodies slide together, arousal brushing against Olivine's bare torso. ]

But I always want to serve you until you're satisfied.

[that comment earns a little laugh, though he won't leave Basch to interpret it for too long. Fingers trace over his back, warm and gentle. It's true—fighting is really the last resort for him and mostly reserved for monsters... but injury and pain occupy a different space in his mind.

His weight shifts as that the other cups his ass again, breath hitching lightly as he's guided into the warmth of his lap. the brush of his length against Olivine's torso is just—perfect.]

... you can push me, I'll tell you if I don't want something. [hips move to press that arousal more firmly between them alongside his own, cheeks heated and breaths light.] I liked it—when you were a little rougher, before.

[at the very least, he wants to get that out there. because it is the one thing about him that he knows is a little askew from "most people," and it's one that he reasons others might worry about.]

[ He’s not sure if he believes that Olivine will tell him so in the moment. Not because it’s Olivine, but because if something is that overwhelming it can be hard to find words until it’s too late.

But the direction he can work with. And he does trust Olivine has had ample time to process that one. ]

That helps to know [ he murmurs, absolutely meaning it. He can understand enjoying roughness.

He sucks in his heath as Olivine shifts, as much at the feel of the others length against his as at the continued headlines of being so sought out.

Slowly, he slides one hand back to Olivine’s chest, swirling around his nipple and watching his face for reaction. ]

If that’s the case, should we try you on all fours this time? It’s easier for your knees in a bed, and the angle is sharper.

[ he wants an answer before he starts winding the other up again. Just to be sure. ]

[he's going to have a time when he realises just how broad Olivine's interests can go, probably. right now, even he has no idea of just how far he can push himself.]

I'm glad—nngh...

[oh, but he rises up a little into that touch, breath hitching as his skin prickles under the contact. it's easy to see his reaction on his face just as it is in his body, excitement dragging a shiver down his spine.]

That—sounds good, yes. [honestly Olivine is going to end up winding himself up if he thinks too long on it, hole clenching in anticipation already.] And I can press my face into the bed if I get too loud.

[because he's still worried about that. in reality, he also wouldn't mind it if Basch pressed his face into the bed, he thinks, but that feels like a "maybe later after we talk about it" request.]

That was my thought too.

[ His voice is warm and low, but he doesn't give Olivine time to respond again. This time when he kisses the other, he scrapes his teeth across the other's lip, tugging on the tender skin there. The hand on his chest grows firmer before sliding down to tug the chains, his other digging into the meat of Olivine's ass.

He'll wait for brief moments to check if this still seems welcome, then presses a little harder. Relinquishing Olivine's mouth, he moves his own to the soft curve of Olivine's shoulder, careful to place it below Olivine's usual neckline, biting the skin before beginning to work a bruise into it.

That does turn him on, how much this man trusts him, and how willing he is to bear a memory of Basch's touch. He knows he marked him last time, but nothing was too deep, and it had faded by the time he returned.

He wants to tease the other's cock, too, stroke him more roughly this time, but he's afraid he'll make him come too fast, so he holds off on that for another day. ]

[His mouth is caught before he can respond, and Olivine's lashes flutter and fall as he meets it with gusto. Teeth scrape and tug at his lip, and he can't help but pull back slightly to deepen the feeling for just a moment. Groans filter between them when Basch's hands move too, hips rocking absently with the stimulus. It feels so good, light pain blooming in his skin and suffusing his senses with hot desire, and his cock responds in kind, twitching with the sharpest sensations.]

Basch—haaugh—!

[He almost bites his tongue as the blond settles in against his shoulder, sharp bite and then slow ache as be works delicate skin into a bruise. Oh, that makes it a lot harder to stay quiet, and he can feel himself getting wetter in response. Fingers thread into his hair and encourage that marking all the same, thumb soothing over his scalp.]

Nngh... oh, God, Basch...

[The thought that this mark will remain for a while is thrilling. And ultimately—Olivine had come not so long ago, so Basch could probably get away with teasing his cock a little too. Ah well, another day (or even a little later) is fine too. It's nothing he's thinking about right now anyway. Instead, his body tells Basch everything his mouth cannot, skin flushed with arousal and body twitching and squirming with every touch of roughness added to their play.]

[ Well, that settles any concern that Olivine didn't know what he was asking for. The reaction is beautiful, and Basch lets his low moans sound in return. He does keep an ear to how loud the other is being. Not too much, he thinks, but the thought is scattered as Olivine strokes his scalp and calls his name like that.

He shifts the hand on Olivine's chest to cover his mouth, wedging a finger between the other's lips. ]

In case you need help staying quiet [ he gasps as he pulls away from the mark. Then he dips his head again, taking Olivine's pierced nipple in his teeth and tugging more sharply, hand walking across his ass so he can press a finger inside the other.

He moans against Olivine, biting down harder than he means. The other is so wet. He moves his mouth to the swell of Olivine's chest, biting again, working another mark as he adds a second finger. ]

[that large hand covers his mouth, finger slipping between Olivine's lips, and he gives a softer noise and parts them to take it in. it helps immediately, gives him something to do that isn't just crying out over the pleasant sensations coursing through him.

the faint taste of salt on his skin feels somehow sweet too, that thought scattered as teeth close over and tug his nipple. fingers curl and he groans in turn, hips rising up when that finger slides inside him, squirming impatiently only to jolt at another bite. that makes his whole body squeeze down harder still, whine a little loud even around the other's hand. at least its presence keeps it between them, though.

a second finger slides into him easily, pulling another groan from his lips, breath hitching as he wars with which direction to go to get the most feeling. his mouth, his fingers—Basch is definitely doing an excellent job of working him up.]

[ Basch feels it, the way Olivine clenches and rocks at the sharp sting of the bite. That's not something a person can fake, and it's helping him gage how he wants to proceed.

That, and the anticipation of how Olivine is going to feel is starting to eat through his resolve, the memory of last time coming back hazily. He's spent so long separating his wolf self from his human self, he almost didn't want to remember it. Especially if Olivine didn't want him again. But he does. So, so clearly.

The only problem with the current setup is his hands are both full, and what he wants is to crush Olivine closer. Still, that would limit the way the other rocks into the sensation, so maybe it's best this way. He moves his mouth again, breath trailing over flesh, this time biting at the outer swell of Olivine's waist, harder this time, enough that when he runs his tongue over it there is a tiny tang of broken skin. His fingers keep teasing in the other's ass, aware that taking his thickness is going to be no problem, so instead he keeps his touch shallow, seeking whines and desire rather than release. ]

[it's so much to handle, all at once. Olivine doesn't mind that, but it's a notable fact as he tries to do any one thing. stay quiet, squirm into that teasing, arch into that completely addicting sensation of pain as teeth bite down on his skin. that's enough to prickle tears in his eyes, juxtaposed against the obvious physical pleasure from the act.

his mouth moves to form Basch's name, though it's slurred around that finger to the point of being difficult to understand at best. if his intention was to practically immobilise the priest, it's certainly working; his actions grow more and more erratic as pleasure and ache mount, whimpers growing louder around the finger in his mouth as the ones in his ass tease too shallowly for his desire.

finally, after what feels like forever but is probably minutes at best, he has to pull away from that hand just enough to gasp, voice ragged and trembling beyond the clumsy shift of his tongue.]

Basch... mmn... please, I need...

[he's doing well, not reaching for more himself. at most he could probably reach the base of Basch's spine from this angle, but he could at least try. it's tempting, too, especially with the heat of his arousal still so nearby.]

[ Basch takes immediately pity on him. It's a lot to handle, even for an experienced man, and his own breath is ragged with want, cock throbbing between them. Feeling so much of Olivine at once doesn't seem like it should be allowed. He might be overwhelming himself. ]

What do you need?

[ He coos back, lifting his head immediately, his hand moving to cup Olivine's face. His brow creases slightly at the moisture in Olivine's eyes. ]

Was this too much? Should I be gentler?

[ Another time, Basch will have to remember to tell Olivine he can touch anywhere and as much as he likes. Right now, all that's on his mind is taking care of the other man. ]

I need—

[he presses his face into that hand, breathing in his scent.]

No... I like it this way. I just get teary easily. I'll definitely tell you if I don't like anything.

[he's a man who just feels so much, so deeply. his weight shifts and his expression despite the tears is earnest.]

I need more. I want to feel you inside me again. ["again." Basch is Basch, and it doesn't matter what form he takes, clearly.]

[ Basch nods, pressing his lips to Olivine’s. Sweet. Protective. A little teary himself at that pointed “again.”

He withdraws his hand from the other’s ass, sliding it up his back to draw him close for a moment, just enjoying his heat and both their cocks crushed between them. ]

Alright. On all fours, head near the pillows, then I’ll get positioned.

[every kiss is so—addictive. that says a lot about his attraction to Basch, probably. but he does still whine softly when that hand withdraws, soothed by the closeness that act brings.]

Alright.

[the anticipation practically burns in his core, and that makes him a little less reluctant to pull away and crawl into place on the bed, hips rising high as he bends his torso down. it's a wholly different sight from his front, displaying even more strong muscle—and, of course, his cock hangs between his legs, hole wet in his need.]

Is—this good enough?

[he can only just barely see the other if he tries to look back from this angle.]

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