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[that revelation makes him ache, even though he'd guessed it. Basch struck him as the type to kind of punish himself for every bit of his missteps, perceived or not, by simply avoiding what he wants.

so he makes it easier, at least, by reaching for the blond first. hands curl around the other's rougher ones and he tugs gently, smile warm on his lips.]

Then let's at least sit. We can relax a bit, until you want anything else...

[his tone makes it quite clear that he's ready at any time, if his previous actions and words didn't. Olivine is trying to behave... he's just not that good at it when he's safe and alone with Basch.]

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[ Basch wouldn't agree with that assessment, but it didn't mean it wasn't true. Avoiding his wants was so inherent to who he was he didn't even notice it anymore.

So when Olivine's hands slide into his, his eyes widen and his lips part, not because he's startled, but because it is what he wants, and he isn't used to that manifesting.

It takes nearly nothing to pull him along, and with the whisper that this is for Olivine, not himself, he's able to keep from freezing up. It's good to hear again how eager Olivine is, before his mind can convince himself that somehow he's taking advantage of this inexperienced younger man.

He settles down beside Olivine on the edge of the bed, heart beating with nervousness. How had this been so easy last time?

He leans forward, as much to hide his face as to press a gentle kiss to Olivine's cheek, hovering there for a moment. ]

I want to take care of you, in any way you'd like.

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Any way I'd like...

[that makes his cheeks heat all the more, mostly because he has so many thoughts and he wants to try all of them. But he should be conservative, at least while they're here. Maybe in his little room, separate from everything...

His head, tilted from the kiss to his cheek, turns a little more so he can watch Basch's reactions, reaching to brush his hair back.]

... I'm not sure where to begin, honestly. There are so many options. I definitely want to kiss you again... [chewing his lower lip, he shifts a little.] and would you—just touch me, to start? We can just go with what feels right from there.

[He'd liked the pads of Basch's fingers on his chest (and all over), but he really wants to feel them this way, too.]

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[ Right. It isn’t entirely fair to ask him what he wants when he may not know. But that bit of direction makes him nod, face shy.

He presses his lips lightly to Olivine’s. The jolt it sends through him is absurd. But it gives him the push to press his lips more firmly, one hand settling on the swell of Olivine’s thigh, and the other skimming under the hem of his shirt to trail lightly on his side. He notices Olivine’s higher body temperature much more clearly this time, and the supple softness of his skin. It brings a low sound to his throat, one he’s almost embarrassed for, except nothing in Olivine at any point has said this is unwelcome.

So he runs his tongue against the other’s lip, grip settling a little more firmly as he tries to let his body lead his mind. It’s the smarter of the two. ]

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[It's so different now, fueled less by the urgency of impending change and animal instinct. Sweet and gentle, even as Basch's hands find purchase on his body. His own find themselves slipping around the taller man's shoulders as he leans in, still a little clumsy in his inexperience.

That sound sets his heart racing, too. Not the same as the guttural growls from before, but no less afflicted—and heralding the sudden shock of his tongue at Olivine's lip. The priest exhales a soft noise at the sensation and they part easily, obediently even.

Like this, he can shift to press in closer, chest to chest. It's a reminder that it's all real, too. Part of him was perhaps a little worried that it had been a dream, that he'd wake up back where he was. Alone, weighed down by responsibility.]

Basch...

[It's almost a whine, pleading sweetly for more.]

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[ Basch exhales more sharply in a breathy laugh. Olivine is so eager, and here Basch is treating him like a delicate flower. It's much harder to do so with the way Olivine wraps his arms around Basch to pull them flush, his mouth opening invitingly. Maybe even demandingly. There's so much want in the way he says Basch's name. It fans that lurching heat deep in his abdomen. He really...almost can't believe someone could feel that toward him.

And he'll live up to it. He owes Olivine that. His grip tightens and shifts, pulling Olivine as close as he can at this awkward angle. He almost regrets not removing their shoes and sitting properly against the headboard, but he isn't stopping now. One arm slides so his hand can firmly hold the other near his shoulders, the other dipping to cup his ass, and he kisses him for real, tongue roving and lips pressing hard. He doesn't think, just does everything in his power to make the other feel safe and wanted and half as attractive as Basch finds him.

Which is absolutely impossible to deny with the other scrunched against him. He has to resist the urge to settle down and soften his arousal; there's no need for it. It's so clear this is wanted, not as some trick or joke or sick fantasy. Olivine wants him, and that's enough to make his eyes sting. ]

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Mmmh—!

[It's just a mild exclamation of surprise as an arm moves to cup his ass, pulling them closer together still. Falling into it is easy, breath coming in hitches and groans as their mouths mingle, lips reddened at the pressure between them. He's grateful for the blond's lead, following with curiosity and warmth.

And really, they're both terribly affected already. Olivine's hips rock gently, pressing his own arousal against the other's. He wants this, that's plain. Impatiently, even. Again and again, Basch's name falls from his lips, breathier as the kiss goes on.

After all, the priest is as "selfish" as he'd claimed, and with the two of them so close, he can't stop his mind from wandering on to how it will feel when those hands move, how they could squeeze and knead and—

His cock twitches and it brings him back to the moment, a little. Right. He'd told Basch they could just go whatever path felt right and he'd meant it. With that in mind, he can keep himself in check... probably. For now. (Is he still afraid he's going to overwhelm Basch? A little.)]

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[ Despite his experience, this is wildly new for Basch. He's not used to eagerness, only broken restraint that won't be discussed later, or a desire to dominate or punish. He doesn't mind those things. But this feels bigger, and certainly sweeter. And maybe more important. He doesn't want to let Olivine down.

Not that that seems entirely possible, with the lovely sounds the other is making, and the way he gasps Basch's name like he can't believe this is real. Maybe he can't, he dimly realizes.

And then thoughts are gone, because Olivine is grinding his very interested cock against Basch, and it's hist turn to gasp out Olivine's name. Slow is not the pace today, and that's perfectly fine. ]

Shall I undress you?

[ He thinks it's likely a yes, but he's still going to ask, and he's thinking about how he wants to position Olivine after. There's no sense dragging out this over-the-clothes grasping when they both want to be close. ]

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... please. I want you to.

[He wants it to be Basch, wants to feel his fingers over sensitive skin, his gaze on his body. It feels utterly selfish.

He'd meant to take it a little slower than this, but every thread of his mind latches on to taking every concession Basch will give. They have all night, he knows that... but if he can, he'll greedily take as much as he's allowed.]

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[ Basch gives him another kiss in agreement, this time his hands roving for fastenings on Olivine's shirt. When he slides it off, he lets his thumbs brush over the other's skin.

And without his own animalistic need or fear of transformation, he sits back a little, letting himself look this time, hands tracing Olivine's sides as he does. He brings his thumbs to tweak the other's nipples, appreciating the artistry of his piercings more deeply. ]

These really are beautiful.

[ It wasn't something he had experience with, but it does turn him on. Not the thing itself, so much as that it's a firm choice Olivine made. Something he literally wears on his skin. Basch dips he head to kiss the skin above one piercing. Then, remembering last time, puts his lips around Olivine's nipple and tugs lightly with his teeth. ]

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[cool air prickles along his skin, raising gooseflesh as his shirt falls away. Thumbs move over his skin, the sensation soothing, easy to lean into...]

A-ah—

[Olivine is no less sensitive now than before, and he thinks it's perhaps more to endure, what with the other's unchanged hands tweaking his nipples. He jolts in response, jewelry jingling softly in the space between them. Basch observing them only makes his face heat up, biting his lip as the blond presses a kiss to the swell of his chest. That's... quite sensitive too, actually.]

Haah... I'm glad you like them—haaugh!?

[lips encircle his nipple and teeth latch down to tug and Olivine's trembling fingers move to find his hair. A low moan escapes his lips, squirming incessantly in the other's space.]

Ba-sch... mmnh. That's sensitive...

[He likes it, though. It's plain in the way he reacts, the fact that he's not even trying to stop him. In fact, those fingers only twitch and curl gently, encouraging more. If anything, he just wishes Basch would lay him back, devour him and—]

Nnghaah... more... [He manages that much at least, lashes low as arousal courses through him all the more. Hips shift impatiently, breath coming in soft gasps.]

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[ For a moment Basch worries he's overdone it, or worse, hurt Olivine. But before he can pull away, the other's fingers curl into his hair, causing his eyelids to dip, his own low sound echoing Olivine's. That, and the other is practically writhing. Not with discomfort, that's clear even before he says more, but it makes Basch hot and weak to hear it.

And he's not really meaning to tease. He pulls his mouth back, kissing the curve of Olivine's collar bone before he slips off the edge of the bed and onto his knees, settling between Olivine's legs. He has no idea how dark his eyes are or how flushed his face is. His focus is too locked on Olivine.

He reaches up, unlacing the other's shoes and tossing them aside before unfastening his pants. He dips his thumbs below the waistband, lifting Olivine's ass enough to guide both garment and undergarment off. It's no surprise that the other's cock is hard and ready, but Basch's breath still hitches.

One hand goes back to Olivine's bare thigh, softly stroking the warm skin there, while the other trails down his stomach before dipping to clasp his sack. Again, not trying to tease, simply telegraphing where he's going to touch.

His hand shifts again to Olivine's base, turning his head to press his lips against the other's shaft, kissing down the length before taking the hot head in his mouth. ]

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[Every kiss, every touch seems to stoke that sensation of need higher, sinks into him like a drug. As Basch pulls away, settling between his legs, the priest can feel his face heat up all the more. It only intensifies as his pants and underwear are pulled away, following his shoes.]

Ah... feels so nice...

[There's some part of him that uses the touch to avoid thinking too hard on what's coming next, because it's still embarrassing for him. But then a hand trails down to clasp his sack and he whines sweetly, cheeks flushing all over again.

Honestly it's just not something he expected the other to want to do, despite knowing he himself has wanted to for a long time. A soft cry escapes him as lips press along the length of his cock, then take in the head, engulfing it in warmth. Basch's name tumbles from his lips again, and Olivine spreads his legs a little more to give him more room. God, it's so good... his heart races, and he still feels like he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't want it—but he can't stop. Doesn't want to stop. As much as the blond will give him, he'll take it all greedily.]

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[ The little bits of encouragement go a long way, soothing any lingering worry he's pressed too far. That, and his own arousal pulses with the pleasure of praise -- something he's usually embarrassed about, but tonight it feels warm and sweet.

Olivine parts his legs farther, and Basch slides his free hand around to cup Olivine's ass again, as much for the stimulation as to anchor the other. Other hand steadying his cock, Basch begins to work his mouth against Olivine's length, steady and rhythmic, getting lost in the pleasure of touching and hearing reaction. It's been so rare he's gotten to hear his partner unabashedly just enjoy, and he's finding he quite prefers it, even if he would never dream of asking someone for what he wanted.

But he can tell how much he's affecting Olivine, so he doesn't go too hard or too fast, and when the other's body rocks and stutters, he pulls off, looking up to catch Olivine's gaze. ]

Do you want to finish like this, or do you want me inside you first?

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[he'll ask for more another time, perhaps, when he's ready to feel a little more overwhelmed. right now, this is more than enough for his first experience here. Basch is careful not to completely overwhelm him anyway, and it's immediately clear to Olivine that his voice is practically a guide.

it's good to know that, since he'd be a little embarrassed by the noise otherwise. instead, he can just enjoy it, taking mental notes where he can (for no reason at all, surely) between the flutters of overwhelming sensation.

when his trembling reaches a fever pitch, body stuttering on the teetering edge, the blond pulls away and he whines a little despite himself.]

I— [it takes him a moment to find words again, wrapping his mind around the question.] I want... to last a little longer when you're inside me. I'm too close...

[he's distantly aware that that's not an exact answer to the question, but it is enough to work by.]

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If you want to hold onto my hair or put your legs around me, you can. You’re also perfect right where you are.

[ Options, but no pressure. He dips his head, pausing to press a kiss the inside of Olivine’s thigh before settling more comfortably on his knees and adjusting his hands.

Then his mouth is back on Olivine, moaning lowly at his length already being wet from Basch’s mouth. That, and he knows what’s coming. He holds Olivine’s ass firmly, stroking his cock with both hand and mouth, this time letting himself increase the speed in response to Olivine’s gasping whines. He can feel how flushed his own face is, his lips swollen with use, and he closes his eyes, just enjoying it. ]

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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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.]