( That hot sensation of nerves suddenly tricking with desire swarms throughout his veins. Sunday wouldn’t normally recover quickly, he’s still sensitive after the blowjob and the weight of his erection is not what he’s used to so quick like this. Surely it must be due to this dream, or this room, that he can’t stop himself from wanting more.
Though inexperienced, the way he tests his lips around the bulbous tip is passionate and needy. Each time Olivine makes a sound, Sunday indulges himself further, opening wider around him and sucking in the head midway in his mouth. A moan gets muffled by it, swallowing saliva and fluid as it pearls out of it. His tongue learns to get greedy by it, rolling over it and tasting him while curving it hotly beneath the crown.
It helps that Olivine is brushing away longer strands of hair from getting in the way of his face. He pauses briefly, leaning back while gasping over it as saliva strings towards it. )
I want to.
( Even if the price is Olivine’s kind mercy. He rolls down the fabric down the girth of his cock, licking the saliva and precum off his lips, then leans in to plant a soft kiss below the slit. He sucks the area, testing to see what he likes, then he licks down it to his balls. He’s having to scoop them over the fabric, breathing harder as if he can’t control himself around him anymore. The thin, colder membrane protecting them is kind of salty on his tongue as he trails it between them. Sucking cock is harder than Olivine made it seem.
He can’t stand the hardness, though. He’s beginning to feel the room shift even more and perhaps his real life body is also suffering, miserably hard there as he lays on the beach.
He reaches down to get his cock out again, beating it almost instantly in his fist despite it already feeling raw and sucked to hell. He uses his free hand to try and sync the thrusting motions with Olivine’s (though to a lesser and unsuccessful degree), licking up it— treating Olivine to a full service. )
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Though inexperienced, the way he tests his lips around the bulbous tip is passionate and needy. Each time Olivine makes a sound, Sunday indulges himself further, opening wider around him and sucking in the head midway in his mouth. A moan gets muffled by it, swallowing saliva and fluid as it pearls out of it. His tongue learns to get greedy by it, rolling over it and tasting him while curving it hotly beneath the crown.
It helps that Olivine is brushing away longer strands of hair from getting in the way of his face. He pauses briefly, leaning back while gasping over it as saliva strings towards it. )
I want to.
( Even if the price is Olivine’s kind mercy. He rolls down the fabric down the girth of his cock, licking the saliva and precum off his lips, then leans in to plant a soft kiss below the slit. He sucks the area, testing to see what he likes, then he licks down it to his balls. He’s having to scoop them over the fabric, breathing harder as if he can’t control himself around him anymore. The thin, colder membrane protecting them is kind of salty on his tongue as he trails it between them. Sucking cock is harder than Olivine made it seem.
He can’t stand the hardness, though. He’s beginning to feel the room shift even more and perhaps his real life body is also suffering, miserably hard there as he lays on the beach.
He reaches down to get his cock out again, beating it almost instantly in his fist despite it already feeling raw and sucked to hell. He uses his free hand to try and sync the thrusting motions with Olivine’s (though to a lesser and unsuccessful degree), licking up it— treating Olivine to a full service. )