( He refuses to make outwardly sounds against his cock, so he swallows the struggle instead and nearly chokes. One more push and he could snort his hot bit of precum. The taste of it isn't as bad as he expects, either, and something about Olivine's sounds mixing into the dew of this room and their actions only makes Sunday savor him like it's the last meal of his life. He pops the head out of his lips with a wet, loud pop, and opens wide around him again so he can catch any excess of it, moaning deeply as the warm trickling coats the back of his tongue.
His gaze rises towards him, watery from the soreness and tension accumulated in his jaw, but he's not giving up until it's all said and done. He pushes towards him when Olivine tries to guide him back by his hair and the slight tug also sends a ripple of pleasure down Sunday's cock. )
Oli...vine.
( He gasps roughly, stroking him like so with the tip resting just over his tongue. Seeing Olivine squirm and tense because of his actions fuels his dormant power trip, it gives him more drive to keep controlling how Olivine feels in his mouth. As his cock stills and twitches, painting his tongue and throat thick and white, Sunday sucks him even harder. His cheeks are perfectly hollowed as he bobs his head down to drink it, but that's probably where his fault lies. He tries breathing as he's pumping Olivine from his orgasm and, well, inhales at the worst time. He pulls back in a fit of coughs, covering his mouth to preserve some dignity in front of him as his eyes glaze with involuntary, air-deprived tears. Cum drips from his lips and chin as he glances up at him, and then his beautiful cock. )
I'm ... Fine. Hmgh!
( He's quick to lean back in, clearing his throat before licking it from tip to base, he licks his balls and kisses up every inch to clean him. )
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( He refuses to make outwardly sounds against his cock, so he swallows the struggle instead and nearly chokes. One more push and he could snort his hot bit of precum. The taste of it isn't as bad as he expects, either, and something about Olivine's sounds mixing into the dew of this room and their actions only makes Sunday savor him like it's the last meal of his life. He pops the head out of his lips with a wet, loud pop, and opens wide around him again so he can catch any excess of it, moaning deeply as the warm trickling coats the back of his tongue.
His gaze rises towards him, watery from the soreness and tension accumulated in his jaw, but he's not giving up until it's all said and done. He pushes towards him when Olivine tries to guide him back by his hair and the slight tug also sends a ripple of pleasure down Sunday's cock. )
Oli...vine.
( He gasps roughly, stroking him like so with the tip resting just over his tongue. Seeing Olivine squirm and tense because of his actions fuels his dormant power trip, it gives him more drive to keep controlling how Olivine feels in his mouth. As his cock stills and twitches, painting his tongue and throat thick and white, Sunday sucks him even harder. His cheeks are perfectly hollowed as he bobs his head down to drink it, but that's probably where his fault lies. He tries breathing as he's pumping Olivine from his orgasm and, well, inhales at the worst time. He pulls back in a fit of coughs, covering his mouth to preserve some dignity in front of him as his eyes glaze with involuntary, air-deprived tears. Cum drips from his lips and chin as he glances up at him, and then his beautiful cock. )
I'm ... Fine. Hmgh!
( He's quick to lean back in, clearing his throat before licking it from tip to base, he licks his balls and kisses up every inch to clean him. )