[Sunday will certainly have plenty of chances to test his gag reflex, of course, with whatever his heart desires. Right now, all of the priest's focus is on the taller man, green eyes watching his shifts and movements from behind dark lashes. Really, the other doesn't have a clue how accurate it is to think of him as a worshipper.
A hand guides his own up to a buckle, and his words earn a soft affirmative—his gaze leaves a playful little offer there, though. He doesn't need to, but he can. There's no real wait for him to begin, though, and Olivine pushes back the instinct to touch himself in favor of finding that buckle and working it open with both hands. It's not the easiest task when he's still got fingers on his mouth, but he has no intention of letting go of teasing them until Sunday pulls away.
Once his buckle is loose and his trousers unbuttoned, delicate fingers trace over the curve of a hip. Slip beneath fabric to seek out his cock and stroke up the underside of it.]
Truly such different flavors
A hand guides his own up to a buckle, and his words earn a soft affirmative—his gaze leaves a playful little offer there, though. He doesn't need to, but he can. There's no real wait for him to begin, though, and Olivine pushes back the instinct to touch himself in favor of finding that buckle and working it open with both hands. It's not the easiest task when he's still got fingers on his mouth, but he has no intention of letting go of teasing them until Sunday pulls away.
Once his buckle is loose and his trousers unbuttoned, delicate fingers trace over the curve of a hip. Slip beneath fabric to seek out his cock and stroke up the underside of it.]