( It’s a truly enigmatic sight watching Olivine obey him and take matters into his hands. Especially as Sunday spreads his fingers widely around his tongue, rolling them around it before pushing them deeper. The power trip is as hot as the radiance pulsing through his halo burning with desire. )
You’re quite good with your mouth.
( It’s a sweet, matter-of-fact praise. Surely the man has far more experience than Sunday, anyway. So his skill is probably justified. He breathes in deeper through his nose, feeling spiked nerves pump through him as soon as his cock is out and greeting those hands. The very tip of his head is still peeking through flesh, twitching and aching for actual attention.
He tries not to be embarrassed about it and he hides well behind his poise and demeanor, but yes. He’s a little shy, actually. He slides his fingers out of his mouth, leaving those lips with a catchy gloss of saliva. Would it be sinful to wipe his fingers on his hair? Because he’s doing it, running through tresses as he’s in the process to grab a fist full of it for better control. )
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You’re quite good with your mouth.
( It’s a sweet, matter-of-fact praise. Surely the man has far more experience than Sunday, anyway. So his skill is probably justified. He breathes in deeper through his nose, feeling spiked nerves pump through him as soon as his cock is out and greeting those hands. The very tip of his head is still peeking through flesh, twitching and aching for actual attention.
He tries not to be embarrassed about it and he hides well behind his poise and demeanor, but yes. He’s a little shy, actually. He slides his fingers out of his mouth, leaving those lips with a catchy gloss of saliva. Would it be sinful to wipe his fingers on his hair? Because he’s doing it, running through tresses as he’s in the process to grab a fist full of it for better control. )