[He'd be in good company, considering how long it took Olivine to get used to saying a lot of it. But ah, his lashes flutter softly when Sunday traces over his tongue to rub against his piercing, weight shifting when two fingers dive deeper into his mouth.
Even if he doesn't see the way he priest's weight shifts, thighs squeezing together, it's pretty clear how welcome that abrupt motion is in the way his tongue moves. Soft lips suck at the digits besides, encouraging their explorations. He can't answer the accusation (it's true anyway, he always worries) nor clarify that he meant his insatiability, but there's no effort made to pull away.
Instead, he takes the halovian at his word, long fingers finding a thigh and following the gentle slope of it upward with light, kneading pressure. More encouragement, and an offer besides.]
The benefit of being a bottom in a porn game lmao
Even if he doesn't see the way he priest's weight shifts, thighs squeezing together, it's pretty clear how welcome that abrupt motion is in the way his tongue moves. Soft lips suck at the digits besides, encouraging their explorations. He can't answer the accusation (it's true anyway, he always worries) nor clarify that he meant his insatiability, but there's no effort made to pull away.
Instead, he takes the halovian at his word, long fingers finding a thigh and following the gentle slope of it upward with light, kneading pressure. More encouragement, and an offer besides.]