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[massochism]

[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. ]

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[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.]

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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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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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.]

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[ 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.

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[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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[ The way Olivine whines every time Basch pulls away is...dizzying. He isn't used to being wanted so openly.

Basch moves aside in the small double bed, letting Olivine get situated. Flushed and hungry himself, and aware the other isn't looking, he finally lets his own eyes rove. A lithe frame, strong muscles, that long beautiful hair and an absolutely rigid cock. Looks have never been particularly important to Basch, but even he can't help appreciating how beautiful Olivine is.

The other's question catches him off guard, his voice breathless. ]

What? Olivine, you are divine.

[ Not an intentional word choice, but not wrong. He sidles around and takes to his knees, hands running over Olivine's back as he presses his own hardened length against the cleft in Olivine's ass. One hand roves down around his middle, caressing his sack and shaft as he bends down to kiss Olivine's back.

Then he arches back, hands still on Olivine as he guides his tip to the other's opening, gasping as he does. ]

Gods, you're so wet.

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Ah—

[He can feel his cheeks heating up at the words, even as a smile tugs at his lips. Basch is more earnest than he gives himself credit for, sometimes.]

I just meant if it's right for—you—mmnh...

[The heat of Basch's cock pressed between his cheeks interrupts every reasonable thought in Olivine's head, hips jolting pleasantly when a hand teases his cock and balls, his back taut but not tense to the other's lips. Ahh, that's no fair, he wants it all... being patient is so much harder than he thought.

His cheek actually presses into the bed as Basch positions himself, tip almost teasing in itself.]

That's because... mmnh... you were teasing me so much.

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[ Basch is extremely earnest when he starts to let people know him. He's been teased for it his whole life. Which is probably why he plays it close to the chest when he can.

Right now, that couldn't be farther from his mind. He's too focused on Olivine, still carefully checking for any negative reaction even as his own hunger starts to cloud everything else. He wasn't expecting Olivine to go straight against the mattress, but it's exhilarating. It's a position he likes both sides of, and one he knows how to use well. ]

I just wanted you to be ready [ he murmurs, thrusting his hips. It's his turn to let out a garbled moan as he slides much further into Olivine than he'd strictly anticipated, aided by the slickness already there. ] Fuck, you feel different than I'm used to. Good different.

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I'm completely ready—haaugh!

[Basch finally thrusts into him, and Olivine's spine arches beautifully in response. He feels so big—he priest's hole stretches so easily, but remains tight besides, slick easing his entry.]

Oh, God... [He doesn't laugh, mostly because he can't think beyond how good it feels.] mmnh... we fit... so nicely...

[It's almost a purr really, his hips just barely rising into that sensation.]

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[ So beautifully, responsive and taut but not stressed at all.

Basch's breath comes sharper at Olivine's comment, and his hand trails gently against the other's back. ]

We do.

[ He repositions his hands, stabilizing them both, and starts a low rhythm. It only takes a few thrusts before he's all the way in, breath rattling . Olivine may not be the only one struggling to be quiet. ]

Like last time, or rougher?

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Mmnh—Basch...

[The slow rhythm lets Olivine feel every inch of him as it sinks in, fingers grasping at the sheets as his eyes fall closed to just... enjoy it.]

Ah... haah... it was good last time... [The words are so hard to force out of his mouth, even with Basch stilled like this.] But... I want to... try more, too.

[Really, the other man hadn't been that gentle with him in his half-transformed state... so the idea of something even rougher is enough to have his hole clenching around that cock, breath hitching softly.]

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Put your hands behind your back.

[ He barely manages to sound even as he says it. This feels like so much for the second time with someone who was, until a few days ago, a virgin.

When Olivine’s hands come behind his back, Basch will arrange them a little more comfortably before wrapping a large hand around Olivine’s wrists, securing them against his back while his other hand still grips his hips. ]

Tell me to wait, or press one of your feet against my leg, and I’ll let off, alright? You won’t hurt my feelings.

[ And then he starts to thrust, slow the first few times, but Olivine is so slick that it’s easy to ramp up quickly, grunting with exertion and biting his own lip in want as his balls begin to slap against Olivine’s ass and that tightness starts to send a tingling heat through his shaft.

That, and watching Olivine jitter with the force of Basch’s body, torso bobbing lightly with his face grinding into the bed. Basch knows how good that feels, and giving it to Olivine has him groaning the other’s name, fingers tightening on flesh. ]

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Okay.

[There's no trepidation there, not a touch of hesitation in following Basch's words. Olivine gasps so sweetly when that hand wraps around his wrists, biting his lip only briefly at the sweet tug of stretched muscles.]

Alright, I will.

[It's something he hadn't considered before, safety in that moment, even if he doesn't think he'll need it. Basch doesn't know how Olivine takes care of himself, though.

Soft groans escape him as the other begins, his hole practically sucking him in with every forward thrust. Slow, but not for long—not even long enough to have him complaining. Ah, but when he really gets going, balls slapping his ass and every thrust starting to pull at his arms, then it's worlds harder to be quiet.

Like this he can't even really position himself to minimize any of it—his face just presses into the bed, muffling whines and moans off and on as his toes curl. Oh, fuck. It's so much better than he could have imagined. His swinging cock throbs and muscles squeeze, perhaps wanting to press it between them—there's no space for that with the blond between his legs though, so he only succeeds in pulling a louder moan from himself at the sudden tight feeling.]

Basch... nngh... oh, God... more—

[The words are slurred, panting breaths all he can manage in the moment. He's not sure if his hips are moving to meet Basch's on their own (they are) or if it's just the pace he's set (it isn't), but everything about it obliterates any thought beyond greed. He wants more, deeper, harder. Wants Basch to fill him up again, just as badly as he'd wanted it in the cave.]

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[ Worry significantly eased with how clearly Olivine is enjoying this, Basch obeys, moaning the other's name quietly. He had promised discretion, and he's long practiced at being quiet. But being able to shout will soon be a fantasy.

And with that, he's tipped over, no longer calculating. He fucks Olivine hard, muscles taught and weight making the other bob beneath him. He thinks about that cock bouncing between Olivine's legs and only pushes harder, the sounds in his throat getting more guttural with every passing moment. ]

Fuck, you're taking this so beautifully. Does it feel as good as you wanted? Does your ass or your cock feel tighter? -- Ah, Olivine, I'm close --

[ The words are low, plucked from memories of what made him hot to hear when he was in Olivine's position. But as his body starts to zing, he can't focus on he words. He's pulling Olivine in to meet his aggressive ruts, his knees starting to ache with the force of it. Olivine is going to be sore tomorrow. ]

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[Honestly, Olivine had thought the rut of Basch's cock would get him the most, but then—then he starts speaking. The response is instantaneous, his face burning hot as the words register, one by one. Dirty talk is—not something the books he'd read ever talked about, so it catches him completely off guard. his moan is much louder than he means for about a second, before his face presses harder into the bed to cut it off. Fuck...]

Ye... yes... I'm—huaagh—!

[It's all muffled, but Basch will be able to understand it fine at this distance. His cheeks already sting, the aggressive pace practically brutal on his arms besides. Even with his routines, he's definitely going to be sore tomorrow. The thought is absolutely thrilling.]

Please—Basch... need... I need it. So close—

[come inside me already. he's so fucking close, cock dripping and muscles clenching around the invading length, gasping breaths lost in the sheets.]

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[ Basch isn't always one for it -- he usually feels too self-conscious. But Olivine's tastes are close enough to his own that he can mimic, at least.

And gods, the way Olivine writhes under him, gasping encouragement is so alluring. It's hard to feel self-conscious with the man begging for more.

He wants Olivine to come first, but it's not a battle he's going to win tonight, not with the way Olivine clenches around him, trying to keep himself quiet in the sheets. Basch folds over, grasping Olivine tightly to him as he ruts as hard as he can, biting Olivine's shoulder to muffle his own shuddering groan as his body stutters to frozen, orgasm bursting over him harder than it has in a very long time. ]

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[he may not win the battle, but he doesn't lose it, either. Basch folds over and grasps him close, pulls a muffled howl from him with that bite, and his body falls to trembling and whining.

the feel of it alone is enough to completely ruin his senses, hips pressed up hard into Basch's own as heat fills him. it's utterly overwhelming in the most pleasant way, and his own orgasm comes immediately after the first pulse of it. fuck, fuck...]

Nngh... haah... so good...