[inexperience isn't a problem to him, at least. in Olivine's experience too, enthusiasm goes a long way, and knowing Sunday is new to this only makes the priest feel a little more patient.
... to that notion, Sunday is beautiful, leaning back to speak as simply as that. it flushes his cheeks a little more deeply pink, and he exhales alongside an understanding nod.]
Alright. Just... take your time.
[because the reality is yes, it's harder than he made it seem, at first. and he can control himself enough to avoid making it even more difficult for the other man. his hips twitch when careful fingers move fabric out of the way and his lips press just below his slit—but it's the sucking that definitely sees the most reaction from the green-haired man, fingertips pressing lightly against skin and his weight shifting just the slightest bit as that tongue follows his length down to his balls.
really, the halovian is doing more than fine at his efforts based on Olivine's reactions. everything feels heady and light, his mind as hazy as his gaze, lashes falling closed for a moment to just enjoy the sensation of tongue and fingers on him.]
You can—haah—squeeze a little tighter... [his voice hitches as Sunday works his hands over them both, almost wishing they were pressed together. thoughts for another time, that. he's already so close it wouldn't matter much.] God, your tongue is so—soft... I won't... last very long.
[it's a whine on his lips, fingers just slowly petting through his hair. giving any kind of guidance is harder than he expected when his whole body wants to just dive into every sensation with pure greed.]
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... to that notion, Sunday is beautiful, leaning back to speak as simply as that. it flushes his cheeks a little more deeply pink, and he exhales alongside an understanding nod.]
Alright. Just... take your time.
[because the reality is yes, it's harder than he made it seem, at first. and he can control himself enough to avoid making it even more difficult for the other man. his hips twitch when careful fingers move fabric out of the way and his lips press just below his slit—but it's the sucking that definitely sees the most reaction from the green-haired man, fingertips pressing lightly against skin and his weight shifting just the slightest bit as that tongue follows his length down to his balls.
really, the halovian is doing more than fine at his efforts based on Olivine's reactions. everything feels heady and light, his mind as hazy as his gaze, lashes falling closed for a moment to just enjoy the sensation of tongue and fingers on him.]
You can—haah—squeeze a little tighter... [his voice hitches as Sunday works his hands over them both, almost wishing they were pressed together. thoughts for another time, that. he's already so close it wouldn't matter much.] God, your tongue is so—soft... I won't... last very long.
[it's a whine on his lips, fingers just slowly petting through his hair. giving any kind of guidance is harder than he expected when his whole body wants to just dive into every sensation with pure greed.]