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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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]