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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.]

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[ Basch's breath grows heavier, eyes droopy with want. Not to take Olivine, not just yet. Just sheer bliss at pleasing his mate so thoroughly, and about the joy at which the other receives his mark with.

He releases the bite only to nuzzle against the other's jaw. ]

Should I make you finish like this first? You're already so close. [ There's a pride to it, and deep affection. If Olivine likes to be taken this many times, then he'll fill that want every time. ]

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I... haaah... God, please.

[he's embarrassed by the question, but it's hard to get too self-conscious when he can hear the affection and pride in Basch's voice. this is someone who truly wants to experience every part of him, imperfect as he is.

he could cry over that if he had a little more sense in his head.]

I want to... nngh... but I want you too, soon...

[he's so impatient to have the other's heat inside him, stretching him out nice and wide...]

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I'm not leaving your side until your duties take you again [ He growls, a rumbling laugh. And so he doesn't let up, working the other's cock, scratching marks into his skin, and moving to bite at his sensitive chest.

If he knew Olivine's worry, he'd work hard to set it as ease. There's nothing to be shy about here, and certainly not ashamed.

Even if Basch is going to be just as self-conscious about his own behavior when his transformation leaves him entirely. ]

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Good, then. I'll want everything—nggghaah!

[that's about as much as he can get out before Basch is biting at his chest, leaving him squirming and rocking up into the hand working his cock. fingers cling as he gets closer, shuddering.

his name is on Olivine's lips, toes curling as he reaches his peak. it's as hard as the last, he thinks, dizzying and sweet.]

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[ His own reaction is somewhere between a growl and a laugh, warm elation building in him as he watches Olivine grow just as flushed and hard as the first time, arching just as beautifully. ]

Then I'll give you everything.

[ He croons it, working the other through shuddering, arching orgasm even as he holds him steady, bites turning to kisses and nuzzles. And then he's rolling Olivine over, letting his own hardened cock drag against the other's legs in anticipation. ]

Are the sheets enough, or do you need to brace on the headboard?

[ Because once Basch starts, he doesn't think he's going to want to pause to reposition. ]

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[There's little time to recover save those bare moments in Basch's kisses and nuzzles, a comfortable urgency that sees him turned over and that length against his legs.]

The sheets are fine. As long as I keep my shoulders down, I shouldn't move too much...

[plus, he wants to be taken "properly," as a wolf would be—even if Basch isn't fully wolf even now. The thought is too strong to ignore, especially when he's rising up into his knees and glancing over his shoulder at the taller man.]

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[ he slides his padded hands around Olivine again, dragging his claws over chest as his too-large cock slides against the cleft of the other's laugh.

His bites are still red on Olivine's neck. He growls, biting anew after meeting the other's wanting gaze.

And something ignites in him, an even lower growl in his throat. His ears prick up and his tail goes rigid, and he can feel his cock throbbing to be inside his mate again. ]

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[hands slide around him and Olivine whines pleasantly, shivering at the heat of his cock sliding over his ass. God, he's never wanted anything more than this in his life—

teeth bite down on his neck and he cries out, squirming bodily as the fierce need to be filled redoubles again.]

Nngh... I don't... know how much longer I can wait—

[he says it like he's the one holding back, like Basch couldn't pin him in place and do whatever he wanted with him (with his blessing, even).]

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[ That gets something between a laugh and a growl. To be wanted so openly drives him wild, especially when its his mate, a partner he knows he can have and please again and again.

But Olivine is in charge, even if he doesn't realize it. One word and Basch would stop -- or do whatever Olivine asked. That isn't a question in his mind.

Basch guides them both down, not even bothering to use his hand to guide his length up to Olivine's opening; the other is wet and stretched already, and, besides, as a full wolf he wouldn't be able to, and something about that is appealing right now.

He finds the right angle, using his weight to pin Olivine in place, and shoves in much less gently than he has in the past, keening at how good Olivine feels, and at how wonderful it is to have him again. ]

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Gnnhm—!!

[Basch pins him in place and Olivine shudders, crying out sharply as his cock shoves in. toes curl and he grasps the sheets, hips rising into the werewolf's as he's spread open beautifully.

A whine escapes him at how different it feels like this, back arched and body stretched. And like this, it's really easy to marvel at how large Basch is—strong and sturdy above him. Olivine is hardly small himself, but he's maneuvered as if weightless so often. It's exciting.

There are no words now, save the slurred moan of his mate's name when his senses call for it. Instead, his pleasure is broadcast in every tremble, every shiver as he's filled completely. Roughly enough to bring a fresh shimmer of sweet tears to his eyes.]

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[ If Basch had any fear left that Olivine wasn't aware what he was getting into, it was eased by how beautifully the other arched and whined. Basch is neither slow nor gentle this time, not with how wet and open Olivine already is, and not with his name moaned like that.

He digs his claws in, growling Olivine's name back as he bucks, hard, all the way in and out again, weight bearing down on the other's back. The sounds of their bodies together drives him on, and he increases his speed, wanting to hear both their sacks slapping from their intensity.

A howl erupts from him, unable to contain his pleasure, and then he leans in again, biting hard on Olivine's shoulder. The tang of blood fills his mouth, and his growl is so sordid he thinks he might cum.

Not yet, though. ]