[he has his safeword if he needs, of course. it's more than enough, when he's enjoying every second of this. and honestly, he'd like to give more encouragement, more reminders that this is good, it's what he wants—but he really can't. it's a good thing Basch continues on the path of intuiting it, probably.
it's notable, at least, the little shifts that get Basch going. a little hard to pull into proper context, but they're things he'll try to remember should anything happen in the future. certainly nothing like this, most likely, but he always wants to help.
much like he would soothe Basch, if he knew the depths of his thoughts, the fact that he finds something like this shameful even when Olivine asked for it. his pleasure is important, after all.
chasing it gives something to Olivine, too, the heat of his orgasm soothing something in him. Basch folds over him in the immediate aftermath, and the priest already regrets not being able to put his arms down to hold them both up. his hands tug lightly at the leash wrapping them behind his back at this regret, but it's still easy to melt into the heady, sweet feeling of afterglow starting to settle in. he's still breathing a little hard, slowly catching up to the time and space again.]
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Date: 2024-01-31 08:20 am (UTC)it's notable, at least, the little shifts that get Basch going. a little hard to pull into proper context, but they're things he'll try to remember should anything happen in the future. certainly nothing like this, most likely, but he always wants to help.
much like he would soothe Basch, if he knew the depths of his thoughts, the fact that he finds something like this shameful even when Olivine asked for it. his pleasure is important, after all.
chasing it gives something to Olivine, too, the heat of his orgasm soothing something in him. Basch folds over him in the immediate aftermath, and the priest already regrets not being able to put his arms down to hold them both up. his hands tug lightly at the leash wrapping them behind his back at this regret, but it's still easy to melt into the heady, sweet feeling of afterglow starting to settle in. he's still breathing a little hard, slowly catching up to the time and space again.]
Ah... haaah... thank you... Basch. Mmn...