Good boy [ Basch purrs, even as he gets to his feet. His own arousal is getting hard to ignore. He shifts his pants, wanting the tenting to be clear when he does let Olivine see him.

Because the other's narration is driving him mad in a way he didn't expect. It's like reading those erotica novels, but so much stronger because it's someone real, someone he can have who he very much cares about, who needs him to come help. ]

Don't you dare take it in yet. You're not nearly needy enough. [ He's doing a valiant job of keeping the pant and whine out of his own voice. He clenches and unclenches his hands, calculating his next few moves. ] Keep rubbing, and tell me what you're thinking about while you do.