[ O-oh. Olivine arches, legs spreading, and heat jolts through Basch so intensely that he momentarily forgets his role. He'd always wondered why that turned on partners so thoroughly, but he thinks he understands now. It doesn't hurt that Olivine is giving him that gentle, delighted encouragement. He's relaxing a little, even if he's failed to notice.
And it's...really attractive, the way Olivine grips the couch, body taut and trembling. It's pleasing to see that. He can focus on that. He can do this.
But he also doesn't want to hurt him, not in ways that aren't intentional. ]
Be patient [ he admonishes, even though he thinks the other is extremely patient, given the circumstances. He gives his ass another bite, a slap on the other cheek before he pulls away, hoping the sudden lack of feeling will be teasing and not just awkward. But he opens the drawers in the tables, assuming--
Yes. There's lubricant, thankfully sealed. He twists it open, rolling some in his hands to warm it. As he does, he stands close enough Olivine can feel his heat but not so close they are touching.
Gods he feels so awkward. He has no idea if this is right, or if he should do more, or less, ask more feedback, give more commands. All he can do is try to muddle through. ]
You look so flushed and pretty, with your ass up waiting for me. Should I be kind, or should I make you wait?
[ Talking helps. Gives him a character, reminds him who he's supposed to be. Hands lubed, he steps forward, slotting one arm through Olivine's legs to drag a single finger down his legs and across his sack. ]
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Date: 2024-01-16 11:54 pm (UTC)And it's...really attractive, the way Olivine grips the couch, body taut and trembling. It's pleasing to see that. He can focus on that. He can do this.
But he also doesn't want to hurt him, not in ways that aren't intentional. ]
Be patient [ he admonishes, even though he thinks the other is extremely patient, given the circumstances. He gives his ass another bite, a slap on the other cheek before he pulls away, hoping the sudden lack of feeling will be teasing and not just awkward. But he opens the drawers in the tables, assuming--
Yes. There's lubricant, thankfully sealed. He twists it open, rolling some in his hands to warm it. As he does, he stands close enough Olivine can feel his heat but not so close they are touching.
Gods he feels so awkward. He has no idea if this is right, or if he should do more, or less, ask more feedback, give more commands. All he can do is try to muddle through. ]
You look so flushed and pretty, with your ass up waiting for me. Should I be kind, or should I make you wait?
[ Talking helps. Gives him a character, reminds him who he's supposed to be. Hands lubed, he steps forward, slotting one arm through Olivine's legs to drag a single finger down his legs and across his sack. ]