[a first, on purpose. it makes his heart jump more than he expected, earnest and honest as Basch always is. and it may not be sexy talk exactly, but the spirit is there and these two have always been like this, haven't they?]

You wouldn't be overcompensating, if you wanted to do that. I would be surprised, probably squirm against all of the vines because you really are so good at working me up... and happy that you wanted to punish me, at least a little.

[that smile is there in his voice, too. it's followed by a soft hum, thoughtful.]

It would depend on the situation, I think. If you pinned my hands... [his voice drifts for a moment, considering.] maybe you would ask me what I think I'm doing. Why I think I'm allowed, when you have control of me.

[warm, breathy. Basch will recall from their encounter with the statue just how well Olivine responds to that kind of humiliation, especially given with confidence. also, he might notice (later) just how easily Olivine calms down when he's talking to the older man.]

And... I would tell you that I just wanted to see you, that I love seeing you. Beg you to let me touch, even though it's exciting when I can't. And then maybe... you would just laugh and hold me up, so that you could keep stripping me. Get my pants open and pushed down, and find out I'm wearing transparent underwear, with lace edging and thin straps around my thighs and hips.