[a funny match they make in that. funnier still how there's a moment of palpable realisation between them, as his calm comfort in his depravity matches the greed buried beneath the surface of Sunday's perfect persona. it makes for a perfect little moment as the other speaks, brief curiosity in those warm eyes.
that takes only a few heartbeats before the unspoken question is answered. abruptly, fingers curl tight in his hair and he gives a choked noise as his face meets those hips, body twitching and jolting every time the flared head shoves into his throat. harsh thrusts pull tears to his eyes, blinked back or absently left to fall as he dutifully takes every motion. is it easier in the dream? he doesn't really know, considering how much he enjoys this anyway—but maybe he feels a little less lightheaded than usual.
well, it doesn't matter either way. Sunday gives that warning in such a sweet, afflicted voice and his gaze turns upward again in acknowledgement. fingers squeeze again in what just might be assent, knuckles grazing against his taint as he urges him to his peak. he wants it all so fucking desperately, after all—even without touching himself Olivine is practically ready to blow. getting facefucked so roughly really does something to him, evidently.]
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that takes only a few heartbeats before the unspoken question is answered. abruptly, fingers curl tight in his hair and he gives a choked noise as his face meets those hips, body twitching and jolting every time the flared head shoves into his throat. harsh thrusts pull tears to his eyes, blinked back or absently left to fall as he dutifully takes every motion. is it easier in the dream? he doesn't really know, considering how much he enjoys this anyway—but maybe he feels a little less lightheaded than usual.
well, it doesn't matter either way. Sunday gives that warning in such a sweet, afflicted voice and his gaze turns upward again in acknowledgement. fingers squeeze again in what just might be assent, knuckles grazing against his taint as he urges him to his peak. he wants it all so fucking desperately, after all—even without touching himself Olivine is practically ready to blow. getting facefucked so roughly really does something to him, evidently.]