[Sunday's actions are sweet torture for the priest, his toes digging into the floor more fervidly in his efforts to keep control of himself. There's relief there too, as the halovian meters himself and his skills carefully; hands tend to the rest of his cock beautifully and the hot shift of breath and saliva over his tip continue to drag him down into senseless pleasure.
The other will receive no shortage of salty-sweet pre, especially with his hand twisting and squeezing firmly against engorged flesh.]
Nngh... that's it... I—haauh—
[that little noise is earned when Sunday's hand teases his sack, torso pitching forward just so. It's intense, almost dizzying with how sensitive this dream seems to have him. Tongue slipping between his lips to facilitate his panting moans, his fingers tangle more firmly in the other's hair as he ceases to even pull briefly away from the head of his cock.
It's not long, as he suggested. A hiss of Sunday's name, a sharp whine he may or may not register as a warning, and then—hot spend flows from his slit, pouring over that tongue and filling his mouth, balls tight with every pulse. his instinct is to push the other man's head back so that he doesn't choke—but he holds off on that to let Sunday decide. It's a lot for his first blowjob, even compared to normal honestly.
And when he's finally spent, legs trembling faintly, Olivine's attention turns to checking in on him, gaze still shimmery and hazy but gently concerned.]
Haah... nngh... how are you feeling? Not too sore?
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The other will receive no shortage of salty-sweet pre, especially with his hand twisting and squeezing firmly against engorged flesh.]
Nngh... that's it... I—haauh—
[that little noise is earned when Sunday's hand teases his sack, torso pitching forward just so. It's intense, almost dizzying with how sensitive this dream seems to have him. Tongue slipping between his lips to facilitate his panting moans, his fingers tangle more firmly in the other's hair as he ceases to even pull briefly away from the head of his cock.
It's not long, as he suggested. A hiss of Sunday's name, a sharp whine he may or may not register as a warning, and then—hot spend flows from his slit, pouring over that tongue and filling his mouth, balls tight with every pulse. his instinct is to push the other man's head back so that he doesn't choke—but he holds off on that to let Sunday decide. It's a lot for his first blowjob, even compared to normal honestly.
And when he's finally spent, legs trembling faintly, Olivine's attention turns to checking in on him, gaze still shimmery and hazy but gently concerned.]
Haah... nngh... how are you feeling? Not too sore?