[ Basch passingly notices how easily he slides into Olivine. A mystery for later, because he has a task to complete, and someone to keep safe. He tests a few times, getting only moans of pleasure.
So he grunts, pressing Olivine down into the couch, pulling his arms up onto his back. He pauses for a moment, letting the other adjust, giving him time to change his mind. When he doesn’t, Basch holds his wrists tight, the hand with he leash wrapping it taught before going back to his hip, and now, finally, he fucks him hard, over and over, no pause, his own grunts quickly turning to a whine. ]
Sing…for me.
[ Because Basch isn’t going to be able to come until he feels Olivine’s absolute pleasure. And finally, finally he wants to. ]
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So he grunts, pressing Olivine down into the couch, pulling his arms up onto his back. He pauses for a moment, letting the other adjust, giving him time to change his mind. When he doesn’t, Basch holds his wrists tight, the hand with he leash wrapping it taught before going back to his hip, and now, finally, he fucks him hard, over and over, no pause, his own grunts quickly turning to a whine. ]
Sing…for me.
[ Because Basch isn’t going to be able to come until he feels Olivine’s absolute pleasure. And finally, finally he wants to. ]