[Basch may never know just how deeply depraved Olivine is, but that's fine. not everyone needs to, after all.]
Yes, master.
[Olivine exhales it as a soft, pleasant sigh; he doesn't know why the game chose to do what it did, but he's certainly not displeased with it. warm fingers find the edge of Basch's shirt, curling there to start pulling it up—an act that pauses when teeth press down against his neck. Ah...
he's not hard to read, by any means. the pressure sees him pressing in closer, a soft whine of a moan escaping parted lips. not long enough, probably to satisfy Olivine—but that's what teases are for, aren't they. the priest has a job to do, and right now that job is dutifully working Basch's shirt off, his gaze falling shyly, hungrily, on the harness still left underneath.]
Please don't tease me so, master...♥
[there is not a single word in the sentence that makes it sound the slightest bit earnest, at least, nor does Olivine's expression suggest he's the least bit bothered. it's the first time, in fact, that he's been able to make up a reason to pause but not... push himself to do so, to let himself descend into true debauchery for once. are people looking? they must be, he's sure, and the idea only excites him more.]
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YAY HE'S IN congrats!!!
Date: 2024-01-08 04:19 am (UTC)Yes, master.
[Olivine exhales it as a soft, pleasant sigh; he doesn't know why the game chose to do what it did, but he's certainly not displeased with it. warm fingers find the edge of Basch's shirt, curling there to start pulling it up—an act that pauses when teeth press down against his neck. Ah...
he's not hard to read, by any means. the pressure sees him pressing in closer, a soft whine of a moan escaping parted lips. not long enough, probably to satisfy Olivine—but that's what teases are for, aren't they. the priest has a job to do, and right now that job is dutifully working Basch's shirt off, his gaze falling shyly, hungrily, on the harness still left underneath.]
Please don't tease me so, master...♥
[there is not a single word in the sentence that makes it sound the slightest bit earnest, at least, nor does Olivine's expression suggest he's the least bit bothered. it's the first time, in fact, that he's been able to make up a reason to pause but not... push himself to do so, to let himself descend into true debauchery for once. are people looking? they must be, he's sure, and the idea only excites him more.]