[ It certainly helps to see how thoroughly Olivine is being overtaken by want. Was this what it was like for his own partners, watching him become overwhelmed with need? He was sure he was never so enthusiastic, and it almost makes him embarrassed to see how open Olivine is. Embarrassed, and envious.
He doesn’t know what he needs now, though, and he appreciates Olivine trying, even if being told how wanted he is turns out to be a big icy pour or cold water. Olivine doesn’t want him. He wants whatever this act is, and while Basch can give that, it does nothing to get him ready. It shouldn’t matter. He shouldn’t need to be put in a position that allows him to do this, especially when Olivine is the more vulnerable. Why can’t his just will himself to it?
But Olivine keeps going, and that fantasy pulls a real rasping groan from Basch. That he can understand the appeal of, and it’s something he can provide.
He keeps his voice low, that deep grumble, pulling the lead tight and cupping Olivine in the palm of his hand, applying just enough pressure to his sack to make it rougher than a tease.
These people aren’t worthy of seeing any of your pleasure, but I want it clear you are mine. If you perform well enough, maybe I will give you more later, where only I can see. Now, strip down and get your ass up where I can reach it comfortably.
[ He loathes himself for what he’s saying, but he keeps his gaze steady on Olivine, watching the squirms of pleasure. It can’t be so bad if the other is so happy, and what does it matter to him? His own pleasure certainly doesn’t. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 10:57 pm (UTC)He doesn’t know what he needs now, though, and he appreciates Olivine trying, even if being told how wanted he is turns out to be a big icy pour or cold water. Olivine doesn’t want him. He wants whatever this act is, and while Basch can give that, it does nothing to get him ready. It shouldn’t matter. He shouldn’t need to be put in a position that allows him to do this, especially when Olivine is the more vulnerable. Why can’t his just will himself to it?
But Olivine keeps going, and that fantasy pulls a real rasping groan from Basch. That he can understand the appeal of, and it’s something he can provide.
He keeps his voice low, that deep grumble, pulling the lead tight and cupping Olivine in the palm of his hand, applying just enough pressure to his sack to make it rougher than a tease.
These people aren’t worthy of seeing any of your pleasure, but I want it clear you are mine. If you perform well enough, maybe I will give you more later, where only I can see. Now, strip down and get your ass up where I can reach it comfortably.
[ He loathes himself for what he’s saying, but he keeps his gaze steady on Olivine, watching the squirms of pleasure. It can’t be so bad if the other is so happy, and what does it matter to him? His own pleasure certainly doesn’t. ]