[Basch... is an idiot. Olivine hasn't registered it, just how deeply that self-scorn runs, though he no doubt will eventually. and it's true—what acts he speaks are factors unrelated to the blond himself—the green-haired priest has no shortage of fantasies he's indulged in over his time. whether or not they fit with Basch... well.
this is about a lot of things. mostly about shredding away the anxiety of the situation as best he can, the gentle consideration easily forgotten beneath vulgar words and vulnerable actions. this isn't Basch, and it isn't fair, he thinks, to him either. picking at whatever's affected him is...
... he'll apologise for it later.
but they share some things, at least. enough to keep him in it, and enough to give him more than enough words to say. maybe it's better that Olivine slips so hard into this role, right now.]
Mmnh... yes, sir.
[he can't help but pause briefly, a terribly fond motion in the way he cradles Basch's face amid all the carnal pleasure of it. breaking from him after that moment, Olivine moves to do as he's told, stripping off the cropped shirt he'd been wearing, then the pants and underwear, revealing a remarkably muscular form beneath.
the play at confidence is a little harder now, knowing there's doubtless people actually watching (and mostly watching him), but he takes a quiet breath and buries that anxiety, knowing it will fade once he's not alone in the space anymore. it's not hard to find a space to lift himself up, braced on the nearest bit of furniture, hips tilted up and back, glancing sweetly over his shoulder. true, he can't keep the flush from his cheeks, but that's already been there since the beginning. it's fine.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 10:24 am (UTC)this is about a lot of things. mostly about shredding away the anxiety of the situation as best he can, the gentle consideration easily forgotten beneath vulgar words and vulnerable actions. this isn't Basch, and it isn't fair, he thinks, to him either. picking at whatever's affected him is...
... he'll apologise for it later.
but they share some things, at least. enough to keep him in it, and enough to give him more than enough words to say. maybe it's better that Olivine slips so hard into this role, right now.]
Mmnh... yes, sir.
[he can't help but pause briefly, a terribly fond motion in the way he cradles Basch's face amid all the carnal pleasure of it. breaking from him after that moment, Olivine moves to do as he's told, stripping off the cropped shirt he'd been wearing, then the pants and underwear, revealing a remarkably muscular form beneath.
the play at confidence is a little harder now, knowing there's doubtless people actually watching (and mostly watching him), but he takes a quiet breath and buries that anxiety, knowing it will fade once he's not alone in the space anymore. it's not hard to find a space to lift himself up, braced on the nearest bit of furniture, hips tilted up and back, glancing sweetly over his shoulder. true, he can't keep the flush from his cheeks, but that's already been there since the beginning. it's fine.]