[be patient, he says, and really, it's perfectly in character isn't it? he might laugh if he weren't so worried about keeping Basch focused on him, on... anything but the outside. it's unfair to him, but what else can he do?]
I'm try—nngh!
[God, but it makes him ache for more, the sting of each bite and slap more enticing than the blond could really know. similarly, more than he knows, there may be no need to worry about hurting him, but that's also neither here nor there, buried in the way his insides ache for more.
the return of heat so close to his bare skin is a boon, his words drawing up little shivers as Basch speaks them. Olivine... has to wonder how many times he's been in this position, given their earlier conversation. but he has to focus, too.]
Haah... ah... I've been waiting so long... I don't know how much longer I can wait. Won't you please be kind to me?
[there is enough of a sly undertone to that that Basch could pick up the option there, though taking it at face value is certainly easy enough. Olivine won't mind either path, in the end.
he does shiver when an arm slips between his legs to draw a finger over them, slick with lube and hot against his neglected skin. a little whine escapes in turn, hips shifting impatiently at the teasing.]
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Date: 2024-01-17 06:57 am (UTC)I'm try—nngh!
[God, but it makes him ache for more, the sting of each bite and slap more enticing than the blond could really know. similarly, more than he knows, there may be no need to worry about hurting him, but that's also neither here nor there, buried in the way his insides ache for more.
the return of heat so close to his bare skin is a boon, his words drawing up little shivers as Basch speaks them. Olivine... has to wonder how many times he's been in this position, given their earlier conversation. but he has to focus, too.]
Haah... ah... I've been waiting so long... I don't know how much longer I can wait. Won't you please be kind to me?
[there is enough of a sly undertone to that that Basch could pick up the option there, though taking it at face value is certainly easy enough. Olivine won't mind either path, in the end.
he does shiver when an arm slips between his legs to draw a finger over them, slick with lube and hot against his neglected skin. a little whine escapes in turn, hips shifting impatiently at the teasing.]