[ He's nodding, eyes dilated but a calm settling over him. Orders. He can do orders. He can focus on what the rules are, what Olivine wants, and knowing the other has a word to tell him to stop. That helps. Even if he doesn't believe he won't hurt the man. Still, for once, he's alright with his full strength not being back. Hurting a little, though, that he can do. He understands the joy of that. ]
Alright. Remove my shirt.
[ He assumes he was put in that harness for a reason, hopefully one that was Olivine's taste.
He jerks the lead, almost hesitating, but turns to bite the soft curve of Olivine's neck, waiting only until he hears the other react to pull back. A tease. Is he...doing this right? He can't ask. That isn't his role. ]
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Date: 2024-01-08 01:38 am (UTC)Alright. Remove my shirt.
[ He assumes he was put in that harness for a reason, hopefully one that was Olivine's taste.
He jerks the lead, almost hesitating, but turns to bite the soft curve of Olivine's neck, waiting only until he hears the other react to pull back. A tease. Is he...doing this right? He can't ask. That isn't his role. ]