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[massochism]

It doesn't matter that you did. [his fingers brush along Basch's face, wiping away any wetness there past his eyes. the smile on his face confirms that it's a dismissal of the idea of guilt, rather than any displeasure.] You're here now.

[and then he arches, tightens his grip and kisses him again, pulling a sharp moan from his lips. the words, though? those manage to turn his face terribly red, a huff of laughter escaping him.

it's definitely a byproduct of his being a werewolf at the moment, but it's still... somehow embarrassing, really.]

Basch— [he buries his face, but his smile is easily felt.] You really do feel good inside me, it's true...

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[ Basch's brow furrows as he gingerly brushes the other's face, watching the mix of laugher and redness. ]

Should I not say those things to you? [ he asks in earnest as Olivine hides his face against him. ] I like being inside you. I like all that we do, mating or companionship.

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No, it's fine. I'm just not used to it. [Basch continues speaking and Olivine smiles more, though the renews doesn't abate in the least.] I do, too. And I like hearing you say it.

[lifting his head, he reaches to hold one of the other's hands.]

It'll just take me a while to stop being surprised by it.

[That's not depressing at all.]

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[ He nods seriously, taking this information in as part of their agreement on how to be together. ] Then I shall continue to tell you.

[ His expression softens again as Olivine takes his hand. They feel clumsier, padded and clawed, but he doesn't find himself as frustrated or embarrassed this time. Just happt to touch. ]

I think I will always be a little surprised you are so happy to be mine [ Basch agrees, nuzzling against him again. It is a stronger claim than his fully human self would be willing to make, even if he knows it's true. ] I am glad the stars crossed our paths, whatever it took first to get there.

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Hehe... we'll both have our surprises, then. That's not so bad.

[pleased with everything, Olivine guides that hand up so he can press his cheek and lips onto its padded palm, breathing in the scent of him.]

I'm also glad... and I'm glad that my needs aren't too much for you, still. I have... so many questions even while we're like this. [He gives a shy laugh.] like how long before we can go again...

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[ His eyes widen, ears perking up before flattening out, and then he smiles shyly. ]

I worry about being too much for you like this. I don't know how long this part lasts, but I'll be ready to please you again as soon as it releases. But I thought humans needed more time between.

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I don't think you could be too much for me.

[an earnest admission, one hand moving to drift up and rub Basch's ears. Fond and careful.]

A little downtime doesn't hurt... but I don't need it as much. Besides. [The other hand moves down to rub his belly, soothing over the faint heat in his gemstone.] What do you think sitting like this is, Basch? Hehe.

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[ His eyes flutter, is ears relaxing under that touch. It's likely, linked like this, Olivine can feel the shift of muscles as Basch's tail thumps. ]

If I ever am, tell me. I won't be upset, but I will be upset if I hurt you.

[ He watches the movement of Olivine's hand, flushing as he does. His own comes to joi it, warm and gentle, tracing the heat near his stone. ]

You recover quickly. I -- it's good. Should I touch here more?

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The same is true for you, then.

[Basch's hand moves to join his, tracing over skin, and he squirms sweetly in response.]

Ah—I always have, I think. Although... I'd never been with someone before, of course. It does feel good when you touch there.

[his head tilts, and his expression tries for soft confidence, though it's muted by the flush of cheeks.]

It's warmer than before, and I feel so full... so I wanted to know what it feels like under my hand.

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[ Basch shakes his head lightly, still in awe, his padded hand slow and gentle as he strokes a thumb against Olivine's gem stone. It's warm, warmer than skin, and as much a part of him as Basch's pads or claws. ]

I don't know why you picked me for that honor, but I am glad I'm satisfying you. Does it feel different to you? The stone?

[ He doesn't realize as they talk, but his body is starting to relax, not enough to come out just yet, but maybe not quite as full and sensitive. Not that he wants it to end. But -- there's also promise of more, as soon as they're able. ]

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Why? Because I care for you, Basch. Because I spent time with you and I want to keep you by my side, no matter what happens... you showed me that I could be more than just my role.

[all that before tackling the actual question... because he wants to be clear, after all.]

It's not usually any warmer than I am... but otherwise it's mostly the same. [a little laugh between his soft moans in response to the touches.] My gemstone is sensitive to touch in general, as is the skin around it. Not quite as much as my chest, but close.

[As they speak, the full sensation eases a little at a time. Basch must be relaxing, knot slowly deflating... the feeling is good, nothing slipping free of him just yet.]

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[ His eyes go soft at that answer, gently petting Olivine's hair as he talks. Like this, especially knotted inside him, its easier to hear the answer for what it is. Even if he always wants to make sure his mate does want to be his mate.

And takes him a second to refocus on the other part of the conversation. ]

I will play with it more, then. [ Said a little too seriously again, like he's taking notes. Because he wants to be the very best for Olivine, however he can.

And then he sighs, burying his face against the other's neck in a warmth he'd normally be too shy for, a whimper in his throat.]

I am happy.

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If you want to. [Olivine can't help but laugh gently, leaning into the hair petting.] I enjoy being with you. Learning with you.

[At that very vulnerable admission, Olivine shifts to stroke Basch's hair too, wrapped around each other as they are.]

I'm happy, too. More than I dared to think I could be.

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[ He makes a low growl in agreement that tapers into a gentle moan, leaning into the touch at his hair. ]

Me too [ He admits. ] I never imagined this kind of happiness was possible for me, even before...

[ It's a strange thing. He feels the sadness and anger and fear at the curse that's afflicted him; that emotion is real and raw. But it's hard, too, to feel it was so terrible, lying held like this, having his ears scratched and his knotted cock taken so happily, and feeling Olivine beneath the pads of his hands.

That knot that continues to loosen. He's almost sorry for it, but it's a dull far away sorry, because he knows they'll couple again, and again....for once, he doesn't feel like the future is going to run out in a breath or two. ]

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[there's a certain poeticism to this space—all their doubts and all their pains seem to melt away here, with just the two of them. even if he knows he should, Olivine can't say he feels the need to confess his own sins. Basch is just... important. he doesn't feel like something sinful.]

Then I'm glad... we both get what we thought we couldn't have.

[surely, it is a gift from God. for now, despite the slow loosening of his knot bringing with it a faint sense of disappointment, he's contented to just stay like this. at the very least until it slips free on its own, or Basch pulls it out—either is more than acceptable to him.]

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[ It would make Basch weep, if he understood the space he held for Olivine. But he'd understand, too. It doesn't feel quite so selfish to be here. Or dangerous. It just feels...safe. Good. Meaningful. ]

I thought this was a curse [ he admits ] but now I wonder if it was a blessing, meant to bring me to you and you to me. I felt this the first time we met, but I didn't know what it was.

[ His cock pulses, the knot softening but still there.

His mate. His protectee and his safe haven. His partner. It's...a warm feeling. A sense of home. And right now he's just in awe of it. When he's human again, he'll worry. ]

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I think... there's probably validity in both thoughts. And whatever about it that is a curse, I want to help you shoulder it. [a soft squeeze.] It did bring us together, so I can't pretend to be completely upset by it.

[The other's cock pulses inside him and he exhales a warm, pleased sigh. His mate indeed... it's all so good. Helps make the past feel so much more distant, like he's not simply stuck, thinking of ways to free himself of his duties.]

I've recovered, I think... should we do it again the same way, or do you want to try another position?

[of course he immediately wants to do it again now that they can uncouple.]

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I don't like being aggressive, and I don't like being away from you [ Basch admits quietly. ] And the pain. But...I don't mind the rest so much, not since I met you. Even the pain has decreased. [ The aggression too, but he hasn't noticed that.

Then his eyes widen as Olivine's forwardness, but he laughs, kissing him again. ]

I like you every way. But-- [ Even like this, he knows this request is...maybe silly, so he flushes. But he still asks. ] I could take you as a wolf. All fours, teeth at your neck, and afterwards hold you the way we sleep. [ His ears fold back, tail thumping slightly, waiting for approval or rejection. ]

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[that has him cradling Basch's face gently, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek.]

I'll do everything I can to make it easier for you... I wish I could take away all of the negatives personally for you now. But as long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter to me how much may change in you.

[wolf or man or something in between—Basch is Basch. But he's happy to settle into the kiss, blushing to the tips of his ears at the suggestion. It's not hard to see he likes it, but...]

... I'd like that. All of it... plus it would mean you'd be filling me where it couldn't possibly leak out.

[He can't help his little shy laugh.]

I'm going to have to make sure I wear my tall collars too... that's exciting, hehe.

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[ His eyes are wide, ears back, a questioning whine in his throat. Because he's still not used to being protected back. That kiss spares him having to say anything, but the tender deepness of it, and the way he holds Olivine, does a better job than words would have.

And then Olivine is redder than Basch has ever seen him. He almost feels guilt, except the other is also glowing. And pushing this fantasy even farther. He huffs in bright approval, kissing Olivine again before playfully reaching down to graze his sack. ]

I don't think I've seen those. I'll make sure to put them to good use.

[ He dips his head again, tongue laving broadly over Olivine's neck before biting, slow and hard, a pleased growl in his throat. ]

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Mm-mmn!

[his moan is drowned in Basch's mouth as a hand grazes his sack, shivering lightly. it's... good. it's good, and the other takes to his thoughts easily.

what a relief.]

I normally only use them when it gets colder—haaugh!

[that moan isn't muted at all as the other bites down, slow and hard.]

W-wait... I haven't... turned over yet... oh, God...

[his fingers are tangling in the blond's hair though, not at all suggesting he really wants him to pull away.]

So good...

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[ Basch's smile is clear in his pleased chuckle. His hand widens, cupping Olivine's sack entirely, letting his bite burn slowly. He knows he hasn't rolled the other over, and this isn't quite a mating bite. But he's pleased all the same, fingers wandering up to tease soft shaft, checking if Olivine is really ready yet.

Even if his own cock is stirring, faster than he feels it ought to. Another sign that this is his mate. He loves those hands in his hair, loves the sounds Olivine makes. ]

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Basch...

[any sense of alarm melt into desire as the other's bite burns against his skin, firm and steady. he's already hardening again, especially under the warm pads of the other's hand, pressing up into them impatiently. this is—perfect, wonderful. as much as he wants to be full again, he also doesn't want to let go of the taller man at all.]

haaah... that hurts...

[but he's practically sighing the words, betraying how pleasant the pain is. fingers knead and tug gently, more impatiently as desire builds to a fever pitch.]

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[ Human Basch would have balked at that, pulled back with worry in his eyes. But like this, he hears the pleasure, feels Olivine shifting contentedly against him, and he growls back in response, increasing the pressure.

One padded hand stays teasing, but the other goes to Olivine's back, stroking once before pointedly scratching down the delicate length, raising small breaks in the skin. ]

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[fingers grip harder, breath hitching as Basch tightens the pressure still more. the sharp flicker of pain makes him squirm even more, breath pulled from his lips in shaky gasps.

and then a hand strokes over his back, then scratches down it, raising welts and thin red lines. that has him trembling, cock jolting against that padded hand as he cries out louder. it's as much the feeling as the realisation that he can have it, he'll be able to feel these marks hours and days later.]