( Forgive me. He thinks as he watches the tears swell into those eyes, shaken down with each heavy thrust into the back of his throat. He’s all out of sync, quickly moving his hips seeking Olivine’s hungry throat, to rubbing his underside sweetly against the piercing.
Every second is gripping him closer, tightening every muscle in need of more of Olivine’s touch. His taint tenses, too, face entirely flushed as he meets the gaze of his companion. Little things ever make Sunday stammer, yet Olivine’s sultriness meeting with him as he devours him eagerly truly shake him to his core.
His cock twitches, swells and hardens as every thought ebbs away from him. The hot flashes of pure pleasure overtake him and he pushes into deep in his throat so no drop gets wasted. A moan ripples outward and he holds on to his hair for dear life, bucking shallowly as white floods down and feeds him. Just a bit longer, he tries to coach himself as he pants. )
Olivine—!
( He rolls his hips back while softening, leaving a trail of pale whiteness to latch onto that bottom lip. If it wasn’t for his experience this might get him hard again. The visual! His tears, his servitude… his design to suck cock like an absolute whore. Sunday feels lightheaded. )
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Every second is gripping him closer, tightening every muscle in need of more of Olivine’s touch.
His taint tenses, too, face entirely flushed as he meets the gaze of his companion. Little things ever make Sunday stammer, yet Olivine’s sultriness meeting with him as he devours him eagerly truly shake him to his core.
His cock twitches, swells and hardens as every thought ebbs away from him. The hot flashes of pure pleasure overtake him and he pushes into deep in his throat so no drop gets wasted. A moan ripples outward and he holds on to his hair for dear life, bucking shallowly as white floods down and feeds him. Just a bit longer, he tries to coach himself as he pants. )
Olivine—!
( He rolls his hips back while softening, leaving a trail of pale whiteness to latch onto that bottom lip. If it wasn’t for his experience this might get him hard again. The visual! His tears, his servitude… his design to suck cock like an absolute whore. Sunday feels lightheaded. )
Are you… ( gasping ) alright?