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[ That groan is the most enticing thing Basch has ever heard. He's so relieved, and elated, and just wants more closeness. Olivine obliges again, the warmth of his bulk sliding into Basch's lap.

Then Olivine pulls back, and Basch nearly whimpers in protest, hands tightening for a moment before releasing. He doesn't want to pressure. That's important.

It takes him a moment to realize Olivine is just pulling off more fabric. Basch's eyes widen, the human part of his mind overwhelmed with this trust. And information. His gaze sweeps down Olivine's neck to his torso, smooth and nearly hairless where Basch's -- even human -- is well-covered. But it's the chains that stop him, head tilting. His fingers aren't adept like this, and he touches one with the back of his knuckle, so gently barely feels the warmth of the metal. ]

What are these for?

[ Does it mean he is not supposed to touch? Some promise to the church. Another whine threatens to come from his throat, but if that's the rule, he will obey. Olivine is still in his lap, still beautifully half-naked, still flushes with kissing. Basch is more than happy with this much. ]

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[his confusion draws a gentle laugh from Olivine, reaching to brush his fingers through Basch's hair again.]

They're just jewelry. Decoration I added to myself. [gently, he takes the taller man's hand and moves it to cover the nipple ring itself, the flesh hot and nub sweetly swollen.] Touch however you like. I don't mind.

[don't get ahead of yourself, silly puppy.]

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[ Decoration? It's something his human mind will have to mull over later, his wolf mind simply equating it to a way to attract a mate. Not a sign not to touch.

And it definitely is attractive, shiny and glittery, drawing attention to how broad and lovely Olivine's chest is. Basch would still be hesitant, if Olivine hadn't places his hand directly over the other's nipple, giving such explicit permission. His breath is tense as he exhales, a doggish whine manifesting this time, tail thudding against the ground. It's a good thing he's too focused on Olivine to drown in mortification at how clearly his emotions are on display. ]

You too [ He whispers, eyes going from Olivine's chest to his face as he swirls the rinnged nub under his two forefingers, before he palms the entire pec, squeezing hard enough for his claws to just scrape skin. His other hand moves to Olivine's bare back, holding him steady while he whimpers again at the feel of warm, smooth skin. ]

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Ah-haah...

[Oh, it's so much better than he'd imagined. Warm pads move over the surface of that nipple and he presses down into Basch's hips, expression loose and sweet. Claws scrape skin when he palms the whole pec and Olivine's cock jumps in its confinement.]

I'm not... sure what to... mmmn...

[but his fingers do explore. He wants to feel every difference, the thick fur under his fingers, the soft shift of ears, down his spine and to that thumping tail. This is a first for him, with another person.

But after a bit of exploration he pauses briefly, reluctantly.]

I need to... my pants are...

[in the way. He'll have to move to get them off... tragic really.]

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[ The way Olivine reacts, Basch's expression furrows, then softens immensely, his grip shifting lighter. The hand at Olivine's pec goes to very gently stroke through his hair, then cup his flushed, beautiful, very vulnerable face. [

No one's touched you before.

[ He speaks very gently. It isn't a question. And while there's anger somewhere in him, putting together all those people taking Olivine's time and space but not his needs, it's much much lower than the need to guide and protect. He's more sure with every passing minute that the purpose of all this was to be here, with this priest, fulfilling the things the other man needed.

He presses a kiss to Olivine's forehead, groaning lightly as the other's hands explore...all of him. No hesitation. This is new too, with his fur or sensitive ears and tail. No one has touched him when he's been transformed. ]

Tell me if anything is too much or too fast. You can't touch me wrong. [ He makes sure their eyes are locked when he says it. He means it. There's no need for self-consciousness or holding back.

He doesn't even notice how clear his mind is -- though without it's usual guilt. But Olivine's comment about his pants gets a glance down and a sharp breath, because he hadn't realized just how interested Olivine is. He nods, loosening his grip. ]

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Ah... no. It wasn't...

[acceptable, really. but here, like this, it doesn't matter what's acceptable. this isn't about who he is as a priest, or risking some sort of impurity or... anything. it's just about him and about Basch, their relationship for what it is.

he smiles at the words, understanding in his gaze even before he nods.]

I will... but I'm not that worried. [not after how good it had felt when his claws had dug in just so, how his warmth sunk into the very core of Olivine's senses.

when Basch releases him he gives an appreciative smile, shifting to stand just long enough to pull off his pants and underwear. there's a certain amount of shy embarrassment there—it makes sense really, given this is the first time anyone has actually seen him naked who wasn't related to him—but he resists any urge to cover himself as he settles back down in the blond's lap.

this way the heat between them is so much more, nearly pulling a groan right from his lips on its own. shivering, he leans up to kiss the taller man again, letting delicate hands wander and take in the form he'd been considering for these past weeks, the form he'd given up on ever being able to touch like this.]

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[ Basch can feel how nervous Olivine is. All the more reason to make sure this is warm and welcoming.

He lets his gaze stay openly on Olivine as he undresses, but keeps it to his face and chest, only glancing down briefly as the other returns to his lap. Olivine wastes no time resuming where they left off, pulling a pleased moan from Basch when he kisses him, hands more confidently exploring.

Basch isn't sure if Olivine is cold or just overwhelmed with sensation, so he slides his hands under the other's thighs, pulling him closer. He groans again as his cock slides under Olivine's leg, and Olivine's presses lightly against his stomach. It's not time for that, though.

Instead, he moves his hands back to Olivine's sides, thumbs gently circling the other's nipples before wandering down his sides and over his ass, taking him in, seeking out what the other likes, just wanting him to explore feeling and being felt. ]

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[by the feel of his thighs under the pads of Basch's hands, it's almost definitely the latter. after all, Olivine runs warm on a good day, so even with the blond being even warmer, he's not currently cold.

he is reactive though, his hands a little less confident in their explorations, but more curious too. they pause briefly when thumbs circle his nipples, hips wiggling pleasantly at the sensation and rising up a little as those hands curl over his ass. what he likes seems to be a pretty broad category, or at least it's a fact that he's quite sensitive.

and maybe a little wet in his anticipation. but it really isn't time for that. he's happy just getting a feel for the taller man, touching and being felt.]

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[ Basch is downright grinning, huffing lightly as Olivine wiggles and flushes under his touch. ]

Good? [ He asks, because it was nice to be asked when he was learning, not because he has any real doubt. He leans in, gently kissing up Olivine's neck before opening his mouth wider, skimming the skin with his tongue and biting lightly.

That makes him squirm, a moan deep in his throat as his own hips jut. Some part of him just wants to fill Olivine, rut til they're both spent and heaving, but a louder part wants to protect him, make this slow and sweet.

Either way, taking care of Olivine is deeply satisfying. So is the fact chanting at the back of his wolf-mind that this is his, his, his. ]

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Nnh... yes. Very.

[he doesn't feel like Basch needs the answer, but it still feels good to give it. better still when the taller man leans in to kiss his neck, tongue brushing the heated skin of his neck before biting down. the sound he makes then is absolutely unmistakable, body pressing up into the bite and fingers finding their way to wind into the blond's hair.

ah, ah, that there—]

Mmnh... more... of that...

[it is, in this moment, as much a strange surge of wanting to be possessed as it is his normal masochism, finally given an outlet to claw its way through and blossom to the surface. careful not to push too much, but he's so enthusiastic about it that it's hard to misread anything.

the idea of being claimed, of being something more than his position at the church, an eternal face for a God he both loves and cannot help but hate (to his own horror)... it still feels impossible. but here they are.]

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[ Oh, gods that's a beautiful reaction. He's tempted to palm that pec again, bite Olivine harder until he's gasping and then fill him roughly.

But that's too much too fast. His restraint holds, stroking his own arousal.

He does move a hand back to Olivine's chest, nuzzling against his jaw as he whispers ]

You tell me if it's too much. You won't disappoint me.

[ Because he's more concerned about going to far than not going far enough. Still, he puts his mouth back on Olivine, moving down to a fleshier part of the shoulder where it meets the neck, and he bites again, growling lowly as he does, palm tightening on his pec as the other keeps him balanced and close.

The desire to tell Olivine that he's Basch's threatens his tongue, and he bites harder, some remaining piece of his human mind telling him that's too much this early. Overwhelming. But it makes his entire body tense with want. ]

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[lashes flutter low as teeth bite harder, chest rising and falling against his hand. Those whispered words earn a breathy laugh though, because they're really worrying about the opposites...]

I'll tell you—nngh! But I don't think... you will...

[not that he won't keep it on mind, though. He just... knows himself. Basch bites again and he's practically making every attempt to become one with him, warm whines on his lips as he rocks into that hand, those lips, the press of his cock stirring beneath him.

if nothing else, his body certainly begs for more, faster, harder. shifting, the priest can't help but press himself harder against that length, cheeks hot.]

Sorry... I just want more, ah...

[to think this began just to get him out here so he could change peacefully... but God, this is so nice. worth it all.]

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[ It escapes his notice that it may be better they did this like this, the first time. His human self would be so much more hesitant, but now it's easy to listen to the combination of Olivine's reassurance and his body. Every moan and heave of his chest says he likes this, in particular, and that's stirring Basch's blood again, something like aggression, but only for things that lead to that sweet sound.

His own cock lurches in want, squarely under Olivine, and he's trying to think if there's any oil in their supplies, because that's a different kind of hurt and he isn't leaving Olivine sore and alone when this transformation finishes.

The thought is gone as he whines into the feeling of Olivine squarely pressing on his cock. The hand on his ass tightens, claws digging into soft flesh, and he bites down harder with another growl. ]

There's -- nothing to be sorry for [ He pants. ] I want you to enjoy this. Do you want me to bite somewhere else?

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[claws dig and Basch is treated to a sweet whine in turn, hips wiggling all the more. He can tell how affected he already is, after all—and the blond's words stir that feeling all the more.]

I—yes. Everywhere, truthfully... [He exhales a breathy laugh.] I'll enjoy it—whatever you do, I think. Because it's you. I'm already so wet...

[It's so quietly earnest, as Olivine so often is.]

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[ Because it’s him.

He bites harder, hands tightening too. It sends a different sort of heat through him. And before he can untangle why that means so much, he’s struggling to process the next sentence.

He’s heard of this, but never met anyone himself. ]

You’re someone who doesn’t need lubricant?

[ He needs to be very sure of this. But his body is already reacting, mind spinning fantasies ]

Do you want to stay in my lap? Or would you prefer I put down a bedroll and lay you on your back?

[ because he wants to be able to kiss him, and see his face. Even if some other part of him wants to put him on all fours and make him struggle to stay up right. That would be better on a bed. And not for someone’s first time. ]

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[oh. Basch bites harder and Olivine can't help but cry out again, sweet and warm and needy. Trying not to melt is taking up almost all of his reason, so much so that he almost doesn't answer the question right away.]

Haah... ah... yes. Most from Klein are—this way.

[what does he want? God, he wants everything. If they just stayed here for the whole night—]

... like this. [cheeks heating up, he presses his lips to the corner of Basch's.] I don't want to wait too much longer.

[certainly not long enough to find their bedrolls and lay one out.]

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[ Basch draws back to cup Olivine's face, chuckling lightly even as his own need becomes more insistent. The other's face is warm, that kiss to the corner of his own mouth making him full in ways he doesn't know how to express. ]

I was worried about rushing you and here I've made you wait. Go slowly. We ca go more quickly once you're adjusted.

[ He squeezes Olivine's face, then puts on hand on his ass to help guide him, the other coming to his own cock to line them up.

It's an odd, beautiful sensation, that tightness with slickness already in it. He doesn't push hard, just letting Olivine feel him. He's not particularly large or small, something he's always been thankful for in the bedroom. ]

How's that feel?

[ Because Olivine seems to have a lot to say, if Basch asks him first. ]

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Ah—I'll try. Sorry. I've just been thinking about it for—a while.

[There's a sheepish little huff there that says he's probably not that sorry, though. A touch more embarrassed maybe. Besides, there's nothing scolding about Basch's tone, nor does he seem apt to forcibly slow the matter. Warm padded hands squeeze his face before one moves down to his ass, and his toes are almost already curling before he's even positioned himself.

He's always been a little selfish—well, he's always wanted to be. It just wasn't possible, wasn't right with his station. But this—this feels so perfect, and he can't find it in him to even want to confess. Not when he presses in lightly and Olivine has to remind himself not to just sink down on it like his mind wants to. Another time. This time, he wants to feel every inch.

Definitely sizeable enough to fill him up nicely, he thinks. Perfect and hot and—]

Mmnh... it's amazing. It's so hot—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. [That's not a complaint, clearly, especially as his hips rock impatiently against him, lashes fluttering.] It's so much better than I imagined... haah...

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[ His eyes widen, hands freezing for a moment. He'd repressed his own interest so well, it hadn't even occurred to him it might be mutual, let alone something Olivine had actively fantasized about. His breath hitches, but his smile is warm and breathless. ]

I'm glad [ he murmurs, nuzzling against Olivine's neck. Whatever fear he had that he'd been taking advantage somehow or that the curse was doing this both evaporate. It does occur to him Olivine may have just meant...intimacy in general, but that doesn't dull the warmth. If the other has wanted this, and trusts him to be the first, that's something he'll cherish long after today.

Then Olivine is on him, and reacting and he can't think about anything except keeping himself from flipping the other on his back and shoving too hard. His breath goes even weaker, hips rocking just enough to ease a little farther in. Strange, and exciting, with no preparation but slick heat still ready to take him. ]

You are...so hot, Olivine [ he pants. Literally, yes, but Basch can hardly believe how attracted he is. And something deeper. ] I want to make you feel good...as often as you like... [ He rocks his hips again, sinking a good inch into the other. He gasps, eyes closing, then leans forward, one hand back on Olivine's nipple, and his teeth going for the flesh of his other pec. ]

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[those words are so simple, but they draw his smile wider still. his fingers continue their absent brushes through blond hair as Basch nuzzles into his neck, eyes lilting closed lightly. ah, it's so nice.

and well, he needn't think it was just intimacy in general—that will come in time, no doubt, when Olivine can no longer leash his libido like he usually does. for now, it's all about this moment, this feeling, the other's words and actions—]

You—nnghaah! Y-you too... Basch...

[his breath hitches again even before those hips jolt and sink him another inch in, heartbeat picking up to nigh thunderous at the confession. offer. whatever it is. is he afraid of that? maybe... maybe a little. only because this is just their first time, so what if he actually is too much?

but... does he have any reason to think he should be? not yet, he supposes.]

Ah... haah... then—stay with me... [obviously, he can stay somewhere away from Basch if it turns out to be a matter of safety (even though he would much rather not), but other than that... well, his thoughts on the matter are interrupted immediately by the press of a hand against his nipple alongside the texture of soft padded skin, a sharp, pleasant yowl escaping his lips as teeth find the other pec.] Nngh... you're so... so good... I want to do this so much more... I want to... nngh. To take all of you... no matter what.

[it should scare him, he's sure, just how broad that statement is when he's dealing with a werewolf. certainly doesn't though, as the idea of being taken in any form really only makes him clench a little harder, squirm a little more.]

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[ Basch has had plenty of sex in his life, but the amount of affection in Olivine's touch to his hair, dazed smile, and trusting openness is wildly new. That and the idea that he's attractive. Not his type, not his station, not the power play or taboo between them.

Though this certainly feels like it should be taboo. He's a monster, and a volatile one, and Olivine is a virgin. It's some fairy story. He does't care though. Olivine wants him here, and he knows he isn't in danger of hurting him right now, and that's all he needs.

Even before Olivine gives that order. Before he implies...that any form would be alright. Welcome. The sound Basch makes is as much whimper as anything else, ears back as he feels Olivine blench hard around him. There's no way these are empty words, and he doesn't know how to take that in.

Especially not being called good, something that makes his tail thump and his whole being ache to live up to that. ]

If you ask... [ He murmurs, low and grumbling, hips slowly rocking into Olivine again, watching his beautiful face twist in want and pleasure as he takes Basch in. ] I won't be able to deny you anything. That I resisted this long [ Another thrust, one hand steady Olivine's hip, the other squeezing his pec again as he pauses to bite and kiss. ] is only because I worried for your safety. If you'll let me serve you, then I want to serve you.

[ Another bite, and he rocks up harder than he means, a good half his shaft in Olivine now, sliding with ease, tempting him to just bury himself on the next thrust. But he brushes the other's hair aside, cupping his face again. ]

Still good?

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[Olivine couldn't be much worse of a liar, and it's really clear in his expressions indeed. now that Basch has seen his platitudes (levied, of course, on people other than him) it'll probably be impossible for him to misinterpret them again.

really, he's just glad he's here, that this... happened, even if it's been painful for the blond, even if there is of course a necessary worry for Olivine's safety. how can he care about any of that when he's rocking into him again, slowly easing him open as he speaks.]

That... of course... I do... [his hand comes to rest on the one over his hip, panting breaths ghosting against Basch's other shoulder. God, he can hardly believe how good it is.

and then he rocks up harder still, sinking halfway into the priest and making him cry out all the more sweetly. his head leans to nuzzle into the hand moving to cup his face, his hazy, lust-filled gaze just absolutely full of fondness.]

Nngh... haah... still good. I... I've used toys... so I'm not completely unused to this... it's so much better though.

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[ He may not normally be particularly good at reading people, but he’s seen enough of Olivine around others versus around him to trust all of this is true. That, and the other is so soft and warm and dazed. No one can fake that. It just makes him want to protect the priest all the more. That he gives Basch such a firm answer on wanting him to stay — it’s not something he let himself imagine, and the force of it hits him harder than he’s prepared for.

Just as Olivine starts to crumple against him. He chuckles again, a low rumble, stroking the other’s hair. Toys. Good. This isn’t as much of a shock. Even if he’s glad it’s better.

He repositions his grip, kissing Olivine’s hair before tilting his head up to take his lips. Then, he rocks again, chasing that delighted, whimpering groan as he thrusts once, twice, and once more, head to base buried inside at last. He groans against the other, pulling back just enough to murmur. ]

You feel incredible. When you’re ready, hold onto me.

[ because his voice is husky, his own gaze heavy with adoration, and his hips are pulsing of their own accord. There’s only so much restraint can do to tame the wolf’s need, and now that he’s seen how easily Olivine has taken him, he’s less afraid of breaking him. Which is good. Because he wants to take him faster, harder. ]

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[lips capture his own and Olivine leans in, tongue brushing lips as he whines with each thrust in, in, in. their hips meet and he groans right into the kiss, reluctantly pulling back when Basch moves to murmur.]

You... you too. I'm ready.

[there's a little laugh there, as he shifts his weight to lock his arms around broad shoulders, thighs tight against hips and his own hips rolling to feel that cock shifting inside him. God, he can't wait much longer... it already feels perfect and they've barely begun.]

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[ Maybe he we won't check so much the next time, but it feels important this time. It's something he can ask when they aren't in the heat of the moment. For now, he manages not to remind Olivine again to tell him if they need to stop. He can feel how eager the other is, his body rolling, grip tight around his shoulders.

Basch dips his own lips to Olivine's neck again, teeth scraping the exposed skin as he holds Olivine's hips firmly, beginning a slow but steady rhythm, easing out of the other and thrusting back into him. He groans each time he does, shuddering at how tight and hot Olivine is, and yet how smoothly he glides against him. His padded hands tighten on those hips, nails digging in to flesh. ]