[ He doesn't answer, instead presses the lust button. The partition lowers at a painfully slow rate. As it does, he gets his own cock out, resting his hand on it for Olivine's surprise.
As soon as he can see the other, he lets himself groan, beginning to stroke himself as he turns up the vibration setting for Olivine. ]
I didn't tell you you could put it in yet, Olivine. Are you going to disobey me?
[The sound of the partition moving, and the subsequent removal of their time limit, is even more exciting than anything else for that first moment. It's slower than he expected... but he can at least see the blond before too long.
It does take him a second to realise how he's positioned though—even with the priest bracing a hand on the little table in front of him, most of his effort is in keeping himself in place over the toy.]
I haven't—nngh!!
[He squirms as the vibrating intensifies, leaving his balls and shaft tingling with the sensation. The other won't be able to see it just yet, just like Olivine can only guess based on the shift of Basch's arm how he's stroking himself. God, it's so tempting... so tempting that he can't help but shift a little, grinding his hips back until the tip nearly sinks into him, only to pull back and let his hole squeeze tight again.]
I'm not letting it go all the way in... I just want to know what the punishment is for disobeying. Or do I have to be a bad boy to find out...?
[ Basch...really hopes he's giving Olivine what he wants. He's so wildly out of his element. He keeps his voice steady at least, using the slow deep one that Sylvain always likes. ]
The choice is yours, Olivine. If you cave to the toy, then you'll have to watch me take care of myself instead of having my cock in your ass.
You're more than enough of a sight to finish me.
[ It's true. Even now, he feels the heat of it, wanting to tug harder at his cock. If he pretends he isn't supposed to be watching Olivine, it won't take long at all, not with how debauched he looks, hungry and self-pleasing. Basch has never played with toys alone like that. ]
[he certainly has the benefit of Olivine being extremely easy to read. as Basch speaks, there's a brief widening of eyes and a shiver that runs visibly through him at the warning.
it isn't hard to pick what he wants, after all. despite the comfortable buzz of the toy, how good it would feel to slide it in and ride it—]
I'll behave. [it's a breathy response, as he leans forward to brace himself on the bar in front of him. largely still dressed, the effort only gives a vague view of the curve of his chest.] Maybe—mmnh—if I'm good enough, I can show you what I'd do with it while you touch yourself, later.
[it's for himself too, giving incentive to stay strong for longer.]
If you're good enough [ he repeats. He manages not to laugh. He wants Olivine to do that so badly he could beg. ] Impress me with this performance and I will gladly ask for more.
[ Basch goes to the chest, settling himself on it, cock at attention. ] Come here. Straddle me, but don't get on yet. I want you to strip and tease me until I say you can ride me.
[He can't put words to the relief he feels, once the partition is down and they can share space again. Pants around his knees, cock achingly hard against his panties thanks to the teasing, he has to convince his body to move.]
Mmnh... how should I tease you?
[As he asks it, Olivine slips those pants the rest of the way off, leaving himself in just those panties from the waist down and that fluffy, loose sweater with his open vest still hanging over it. It's a little awkward to position himself over Basch's thighs on the chest, hands using him for balance while he does.
And if his wet thighs brush over the tip of his cock? Surely, that's an accident.]
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As soon as he can see the other, he lets himself groan, beginning to stroke himself as he turns up the vibration setting for Olivine. ]
I didn't tell you you could put it in yet, Olivine. Are you going to disobey me?
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It does take him a second to realise how he's positioned though—even with the priest bracing a hand on the little table in front of him, most of his effort is in keeping himself in place over the toy.]
I haven't—nngh!!
[He squirms as the vibrating intensifies, leaving his balls and shaft tingling with the sensation. The other won't be able to see it just yet, just like Olivine can only guess based on the shift of Basch's arm how he's stroking himself. God, it's so tempting... so tempting that he can't help but shift a little, grinding his hips back until the tip nearly sinks into him, only to pull back and let his hole squeeze tight again.]
I'm not letting it go all the way in... I just want to know what the punishment is for disobeying. Or do I have to be a bad boy to find out...?
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The choice is yours, Olivine. If you cave to the toy, then you'll have to watch me take care of myself instead of having my cock in your ass.
You're more than enough of a sight to finish me.
[ It's true. Even now, he feels the heat of it, wanting to tug harder at his cock. If he pretends he isn't supposed to be watching Olivine, it won't take long at all, not with how debauched he looks, hungry and self-pleasing. Basch has never played with toys alone like that. ]
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it isn't hard to pick what he wants, after all. despite the comfortable buzz of the toy, how good it would feel to slide it in and ride it—]
I'll behave. [it's a breathy response, as he leans forward to brace himself on the bar in front of him. largely still dressed, the effort only gives a vague view of the curve of his chest.] Maybe—mmnh—if I'm good enough, I can show you what I'd do with it while you touch yourself, later.
[it's for himself too, giving incentive to stay strong for longer.]
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[ Basch goes to the chest, settling himself on it, cock at attention. ] Come here. Straddle me, but don't get on yet. I want you to strip and tease me until I say you can ride me.
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Mmnh... how should I tease you?
[As he asks it, Olivine slips those pants the rest of the way off, leaving himself in just those panties from the waist down and that fluffy, loose sweater with his open vest still hanging over it. It's a little awkward to position himself over Basch's thighs on the chest, hands using him for balance while he does.
And if his wet thighs brush over the tip of his cock? Surely, that's an accident.]