[ he would not argue with that assessment. But he’s grateful for what little information he has about Olivine and that the other so thoroughly enjoys this, because it gives him a role and a task, and he can find comfort and direction in that.
But his eyes widen, face suddenly soft and vulnerable as Olivine cradles his face in unbridled affection and approval. Even through this odd haze, that makes Basch’s chest tight. He’d do anything Olivine wanted to get more of that look, he knows, and gods help him because he knows what a liability it is.
He doesn’t have to do anything for the time being, because Olivine slips away to undress. Basch has been around a thousand naked muscled soldiers, but his eyes still rove, catching on broad shoulders and a jewel glistening in his midriff, a strong ass. It occurs to him again he has no idea what a man like Olivine would be attracted to in him, but this place has its ways, and the thought is gone again, because Olivine is positioning himself and looking back wantingly.
Heart thundering, Basch closed the space between them, trained enough in suppressing his emotions to keep the shake from his hands. He splays his rough hands over Olivine’s back, feeling the ridges of muscle and bone, before letting one slide across his hip to palm his sack briefly, teasingly. ]
Very good, my pet. Now let’s hear you sing.
[ his mind reels looking for what he’d want if their positions were reversed, trying to ignore how public this is. He bends down, placing a kiss on Olivine’s back, then another, then taking the soft swell of flesh in his mouth and biting hard while his fingers dig into the man’s thighs. ]
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:30 pm (UTC)But his eyes widen, face suddenly soft and vulnerable as Olivine cradles his face in unbridled affection and approval. Even through this odd haze, that makes Basch’s chest tight. He’d do anything Olivine wanted to get more of that look, he knows, and gods help him because he knows what a liability it is.
He doesn’t have to do anything for the time being, because Olivine slips away to undress. Basch has been around a thousand naked muscled soldiers, but his eyes still rove, catching on broad shoulders and a jewel glistening in his midriff, a strong ass. It occurs to him again he has no idea what a man like Olivine would be attracted to in him, but this place has its ways, and the thought is gone again, because Olivine is positioning himself and looking back wantingly.
Heart thundering, Basch closed the space between them, trained enough in suppressing his emotions to keep the shake from his hands. He splays his rough hands over Olivine’s back, feeling the ridges of muscle and bone, before letting one slide across his hip to palm his sack briefly, teasingly. ]
Very good, my pet. Now let’s hear you sing.
[ his mind reels looking for what he’d want if their positions were reversed, trying to ignore how public this is. He bends down, placing a kiss on Olivine’s back, then another, then taking the soft swell of flesh in his mouth and biting hard while his fingers dig into the man’s thighs. ]