[Basch steps closer and this time, Olivine has to pause and take in a breath. he's doing better than the blond, sure, but that doesn't mean everything is just perfect. the collar feels comfortable around his neck, after all, and his eyes close briefly at the scrabble of fingers, careful but not terribly delicate.
he only just manages to hide his shiver when they reach the realisation that the leash just... won't let him give it away.]
It's alright. I... don't dislike the feeling that much. If it would help, I can walk first so you don't have to worry about being so exposed.
[either way, they make it out to the cashier, and Olivine murmurs a soft thanks to them for the confirmation. at least they're done here, and the leash itself will likely let Basch go if he does seem completely unwilling (which probably says something that it's still holding on tight).]
Right... should we go to the rooms? I... don't mind somewhere else, but those would be the most private, of course. [he's finding it a little harder to keep Basch's own intricacies in mind when having a leash makes him want, makes him think about what it would feel like if he was a little less gentle, if he pulled just so.]
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[Basch steps closer and this time, Olivine has to pause and take in a breath. he's doing better than the blond, sure, but that doesn't mean everything is just perfect. the collar feels comfortable around his neck, after all, and his eyes close briefly at the scrabble of fingers, careful but not terribly delicate.
he only just manages to hide his shiver when they reach the realisation that the leash just... won't let him give it away.]
It's alright. I... don't dislike the feeling that much. If it would help, I can walk first so you don't have to worry about being so exposed.
[either way, they make it out to the cashier, and Olivine murmurs a soft thanks to them for the confirmation. at least they're done here, and the leash itself will likely let Basch go if he does seem completely unwilling (which probably says something that it's still holding on tight).]
Right... should we go to the rooms? I... don't mind somewhere else, but those would be the most private, of course. [he's finding it a little harder to keep Basch's own intricacies in mind when having a leash makes him want, makes him think about what it would feel like if he was a little less gentle, if he pulled just so.]