[ Basch's lips twitch, but the expression is soft. Yes, that was the idea, and he appreciates the confirmation he's moving in the right direction. He knows what it is, to have that want built up before it is released. ]

What would you do if I gave no more? [ he growls, slowing his hand and leaning away from Olivine, decreasing contact but standing close enough the other can still sense him. ] Would you wait, patiently, or would you fuck yourself against my hand?

[ Still, it pangs something in him to hear Olivine ask. So direct, so sweet. He's never been on this end of things, not like this, and it feels like getting an entirely new angle on himself, even if their preferences aren't perfectly aligned.

He won't be withholding that strongly, in the end, but he hopes the threat of it is pleasing. ]