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[massochism]

[There's still the temptation to remind Basch that his tastes are anything that has them together—but the combination of everything stays the words on his tongue. A familiar dizziness finds him, skin hot where his suit mark lays. It's only made worse by the hypothetical, the memory of that night at the Gilded Cage stirring every bit of him.]

There—I think there are. Let me look... [He's rummaging through the box of toys thusly, thighs pressed together like it will help in the slightest as the blond makes his suggestions. A soft noise escapes him as heat claws at his senses, fully aware that he's going to want so much more than a toy can really give. Eventually, he finds something suitable enough for him, textured and thick and accompanied by a small remote. Even more conveniently, there's a little slot he can push the remote through to hand it over.]

We... I can press the button on my side before we start... I already want to touch you. And then... then you can decide when it's been long enough and press yours. I'll accept whatever you decide for the outcome. [It's such a strange flux of desire, even for someone already as insatiable as he can be. Fingers graze that button again, and this time he does depress it, barely paying attention to the way it lights up or makes noise.] mmn. Should I describe it, or what I do with it...? You can give me orders how to use it, too...

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[ He's inclined to just push it now, to give Olivine what he wants but -- is this not a perfect set up for helping control and surprise the other?

His own pulse quickens, arousal growing as he retrieves the little remote, the sounds of Olivine's lust button echoing over the mic.

He can do this. He can do this well enough they'll both have fun.

He settles back in his chair, deciding he isn't going to touch himself. That when he feels like he can't bear it, he'll push the button, and he'll enjoy himself with Olivine. Still, he licks his lips, taking a breath to prepare himself. ]

Yes. You should describe it and what you do, and how you feel, until the partition is down. Now, what does it look like, and what does it make you want to do? Don't do it until I tell you that you may.

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Understood.

[it's almost purred, and Basch will no doubt be able to guess the way Olivine's face has flushed with the orders. as impatient as he is, he really does enjoy this struggle. the prospect of succeeding or failing is just a backdrop to the shared intimacy, and with his partner unable to see any of it...

to that end, his fingers trace over the surface of the toy, feeling over the surface.]

It's a little longer than I am, and thick. The surface has little bulbs molded into it, like water droplets, wavy ridges down the length... and I can feel something like beads under the head of it. That's flared, almost triangular at the tip. And it has a little suction cup, so I could secure it. [he knows full well how sensitive he is, too...] Ah... it's hard to behave and stay sitting here when I want to slide it between my cheeks. Even though I know it'll just make me want to sink down on it when they're all rubbing my entrance, and I'll have to wait for your approval for that too...♥

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[ Basch isn't expecting just how good at describing Olivine will be, and so there's absolutely no control to the breathless moan that escapes him, the image so visceral.

It takes him a second to get control back, but he manages, voice mostly even. ]

Has our talk already gotten you so worked up? Well, find where you're going to place your toy, and describe that to me too.

[ While Olivine gets to work on that-- ]

Tell me, Olivine, do you think of me when you use toys on yourself? Is this something you've done before without my knowing? How does it feel, getting caught?

[ There's warmth to it, though. Basch thinks Olivine probably has throught of him and touched himself, and that makes him feel valued, wanted. Special. ]

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I couldn't help it. [he laughs softly, so that the other knows he's not feeling any real shame over it.] Just thinking about you playing with me is exciting. But, where I want to place it...

[he glances around his little pod, considering. before he can respond though, Basch's words bring him back to the question of now. the warmth is... well, not entirely surprising, but it warms him too in turn.]

I... I have thought of you, before. [though he won't be able to see it, he'll hear the shy little smile in that.] It's a little exciting, telling you about it, if it doesn't bother you. You already knew I wear plugs sometimes, but that's not quite the same, right?

Mm, but I think this one... there's an angled edge on the seat's handrails. It would give me something to hold onto while I rubbed against it, to start with.

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Of course it doesn't bother me [ He says, gentle but firm. ] I am quite pleased to hear it, and now you will have another way to think of me. You will work yourself up between times we are together, until you have to beg me to touch you again. [ Part of the game, but a real offer too.

He lets out a small moan of approval, biting his lip again. Olivine does nothing by halves. ] Good. You may place the toy, and you may begin to tease yourself with it, but you may not penetrate yet.

Describe to me how it feels against your body, and how you are positioning yourself.

[ He isn't going to last significantly longer without pressing that button, but he'll hold out as long as he can. ]

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[part of the game, but it also makes his heart flutter wonderfully. every time Basch steps out of that discomfort and leans into this, it's been all the more comfortable for them both. a funny thing, if he stops to think about it.

which, of course, he's currently not thinking about at all.]

Then I'll keep it in mind in the future, too.

[that soft breathiness creeps into his tone again, quiet shuffling the only indication that anything is happening on the other side of the partition. after all, it's a little hard to choose... teasing himself, there are so many options. in the end he decides on shuffling his pants down around his knees, breath catching as he slides into place.]

It's a little cold... the tip almost slid in on its own when I put it between my legs, so I had to push it downward a little and hold it in place to move. Mmnh... rubbing against it so it presses through my thighs, those little bumps feel like they're massaging me, both my hole and—nngh—and my sack. My legs are a little wobbly, so I have a hand braced on the arm of the seat behind me.

[it's almost torturous, and he already wants to rub himself harder over it, and more desperately still wants to let it slide between his cheeks and bury deep.]

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Good boy [ Basch purrs, even as he gets to his feet. His own arousal is getting hard to ignore. He shifts his pants, wanting the tenting to be clear when he does let Olivine see him.

Because the other's narration is driving him mad in a way he didn't expect. It's like reading those erotica novels, but so much stronger because it's someone real, someone he can have who he very much cares about, who needs him to come help. ]

Don't you dare take it in yet. You're not nearly needy enough. [ He's doing a valiant job of keeping the pant and whine out of his own voice. He clenches and unclenches his hands, calculating his next few moves. ] Keep rubbing, and tell me what you're thinking about while you do.

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[He's not expecting the way it makes him twitch when Basch tells him not to take it in yet. Even compared to the praise, it has him pausing for a second to just work through that sensation. His breaths feel shaky too, barely audible in his little whine. Hips press down a little harder, eyes closing as he obeys.]

I—mmnh. I'm thinking about how good it will feel inside... how it'll stretch me open and all those textures will rake along my insides. What it might do when you press the button and turn it on. I think it will vibrate, but if it has other functions...

[on Basch's side... well, if he looks at that remote, he'll certainly find a button for vibration strength... and ones with icons indicating thrusting and turning, for that matter.]

Haah... I want to put it in, Basch... it's not enough to have it between my legs...

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Not thinking about me? I'm not doing a good enough job then.

[ There's a tease to his voice, and warmth. Even if Olivine's descriptions are continuing to make his own breath hitch. Maybe one of the times they play, he'll put his own cock between Olivine's legs, see how long the other can resist Basch sliding it inside him.

He does look at the remote now, hoping he understands the settings, and turns the vibration on to medium. ]

Tell me, Olivine, does it turn you on more to imagine that toy is me, or to imagine me watching you play with yourself. Maybe when you didn't realize it, getting hard from those sounds you make, from watching you tug at your own chains, seeing how needy and naughty you are when you think no one is looking. I've touched myself to that thought, you know.

[ He's curious, honestly, if he can break Olivine before he fucks him properly. He's certainly going to break himself. ]

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Ah—

[It's not an immediate reaction to the teasing words, a soft chuckle on his lips. He hadn't even considered that might be worth mentioning, since it was so obvious to him—but it's not hard to figure out what makes it hot to talk about.

The sudden vibration catches him off guard, pulling a deeper groan from his lips as it stimulates every inch of him it's touching.]

I— [He has to hitch a breath then as Basch speaks, squeezing his legs tighter around the toy like it'll help at all.] I like the latter. To think you were watching from somewhere while I played with myself... maybe with something like this, so when you turned it on I would know. I would touch myself more, then. Pull my chains until my chest is red and swollen, grind myself just like this—the toy is vibrating against my hole and my balls right now, and I wish you could see it.

[Honestly, as close as he is to breaking, it's somehow even more exciting to just keep this up. Maybe they're both trying to break each other.]

But—mmnh. It's kind of exciting knowing you can't, too. That if I don't tell you I'm lifting my hips more, pressing the tip against my hole so the vibration drives me crazy, you would have no idea. You'd have to guess—haaugh—from the sounds I make, just when the tip slips off and past my taint... nngh. It's pressing at the base of my sack now, making everything feel tingly.

[He's definitely going to break before long.]

Can I put it in yet, Basch...? Or are you going to make me wait until you can watch it slide in, inch by inch... I don't know how much longer I can be a good boy and wait.

What will you do if I slide it in now?

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[ 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?

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[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...?

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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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.

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[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.]