[ Perhaps if he were really this sort of person, he'd take some joy in proving Olivine wrong or trying to embarrass him, but he's not. He's already decided on a path and here's no reason to stray from it.
He's not expecting how vocal Olivine is, perhaps because he is so used to needing to be quiet, or being the one coaxed to loudness. There's no resistance, just sheer pleasure.
He's surprised, too, that Olivine waits. Perhaps that's part of the game for him, what with the way he's looking back so expectantly.
Basch slowly slides his finger out and back in. ]
How is that, pet? Do I keep you well?
[ He knows it is not enough; it shouldn't be, if he wishes to be fucked into the sofa, but it is good to build tension. ]
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He's not expecting how vocal Olivine is, perhaps because he is so used to needing to be quiet, or being the one coaxed to loudness. There's no resistance, just sheer pleasure.
He's surprised, too, that Olivine waits. Perhaps that's part of the game for him, what with the way he's looking back so expectantly.
Basch slowly slides his finger out and back in. ]
How is that, pet? Do I keep you well?
[ He knows it is not enough; it shouldn't be, if he wishes to be fucked into the sofa, but it is good to build tension. ]