[He'd dismiss the need altogether if Sunday had spoken it aloud; getting teary during sex is a frequent case for Olivine, after all. His pace isn't brutal even in its quickness, matched with that tongue and its piercing, informed by Olivine's own preferences.
After all, what feels good from having your dick sucked is pretty universal.
Finally though, he can feel Sunday cresting that space. Pleasure ripples through the priest too, particularly as firm hands pull him face-first into the warm scent of his hips. Lashes flutter and he's quick to gulp, throat squeezing around the hot length buried in it and greedily coaxing out every ounce he can.
It's the sound of his name that pushes Olivine over the edge, punctuating every other source of pleasure. Hot spend soaks fabric, the tented bulge already made a little transparent from his pre up to this point.
Then the halovian rocks his hips back, and Olivine lets his lips hang open to pant softly. White paints the soft blue crystal of the tongue ring even paler, and his smile is lazy and crooked at the question.]
Mmhmm. [another swallow, this one following the shift of his tongue over swollen lips to pick up the bulk of the remaining mess.] You taste... amazing.
[His voice is husky and a little breathy, throat nicely stretched as it has been.]
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After all, what feels good from having your dick sucked is pretty universal.
Finally though, he can feel Sunday cresting that space. Pleasure ripples through the priest too, particularly as firm hands pull him face-first into the warm scent of his hips. Lashes flutter and he's quick to gulp, throat squeezing around the hot length buried in it and greedily coaxing out every ounce he can.
It's the sound of his name that pushes Olivine over the edge, punctuating every other source of pleasure. Hot spend soaks fabric, the tented bulge already made a little transparent from his pre up to this point.
Then the halovian rocks his hips back, and Olivine lets his lips hang open to pant softly. White paints the soft blue crystal of the tongue ring even paler, and his smile is lazy and crooked at the question.]
Mmhmm. [another swallow, this one following the shift of his tongue over swollen lips to pick up the bulk of the remaining mess.] You taste... amazing.
[His voice is husky and a little breathy, throat nicely stretched as it has been.]