[if he's honest, Olivine has half-forgotten this is an act. not the fact that Basch is handling him this way—distantly, he hasn't forgotten their words or the fact that he needs to keep some sense of control here (insomuch as he's enjoying having "none," as is his wont), but the actual act...
well, it heats him up more than the blond could really know.]
Ah—I'll... mmh...
[lids lilt downward as Basch pulls him closer, lips meeting in sweet comfort first, a reminder. Olivine is definitely deeply buried in the moment, all the pleasure of it threatening to strip him of sense here and there... but even as teeth connect with the soft flesh of his lip, as a tongue dives between them to meet his own, he manages to keep hold of a thread of it.
it's just for Basch, probably. he certainly doesn't need it. a hand palms him and the priest rises up into it, sighing into his partner's lips, only to jolt and yelp sweetly at the smack of his ass. fuck.
shuddering, he ignores the aching squeeze of his body to focus on the task. what he's been asked. what Basch needs, really.]
Haah... haaaah... should I tell you... how needy I am? [his arms skim up over the other's shoulders, still trembling with want. usually, it would take a little longer to break this way, he supposes... but it's necessary, and he wants to. his voice drops to a heady whisper, something kept strictly between them, unworthy of anyone else.] Would that be enough?
How I keep thinking about being pressed—face first into the furniture, squirming while you work me open on your fingers...? [face-first is a soft little concession for himself, granted. being seen is... God, it's enough to get him off, but he's still not sure how he feels about the actual idea of feeling it, at least with a bunch of onlookers.] My arms held behind my back, unable to do anything but beg you to fill me. And when you do, to feel it so deep, hotter than my skin with every slap... ah.
[ah. just thinking about it has him squirming again, an excellent sign really.]
I want so many things... nngh... but these people aren't worthy of seeing them all.
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Date: 2024-01-13 12:46 am (UTC)well, it heats him up more than the blond could really know.]
Ah—I'll... mmh...
[lids lilt downward as Basch pulls him closer, lips meeting in sweet comfort first, a reminder. Olivine is definitely deeply buried in the moment, all the pleasure of it threatening to strip him of sense here and there... but even as teeth connect with the soft flesh of his lip, as a tongue dives between them to meet his own, he manages to keep hold of a thread of it.
it's just for Basch, probably. he certainly doesn't need it. a hand palms him and the priest rises up into it, sighing into his partner's lips, only to jolt and yelp sweetly at the smack of his ass. fuck.
shuddering, he ignores the aching squeeze of his body to focus on the task. what he's been asked. what Basch needs, really.]
Haah... haaaah... should I tell you... how needy I am? [his arms skim up over the other's shoulders, still trembling with want. usually, it would take a little longer to break this way, he supposes... but it's necessary, and he wants to. his voice drops to a heady whisper, something kept strictly between them, unworthy of anyone else.] Would that be enough?
How I keep thinking about being pressed—face first into the furniture, squirming while you work me open on your fingers...? [face-first is a soft little concession for himself, granted. being seen is... God, it's enough to get him off, but he's still not sure how he feels about the actual idea of feeling it, at least with a bunch of onlookers.] My arms held behind my back, unable to do anything but beg you to fill me. And when you do, to feel it so deep, hotter than my skin with every slap... ah.
[ah. just thinking about it has him squirming again, an excellent sign really.]
I want so many things... nngh... but these people aren't worthy of seeing them all.