[from here] [Eiden's weight, pressed against Olivine's own and pinning him to the bath, is both warm and comforting. The other always looks so good above him, taking away any thoughts in the priest's head. How could he have them anyway? When eager bodies meet and lust-drunk eyes rake over the sight before him, the way his cock rises from the water as if in greeting.]
I'll take it all—ah!
[a hand guides his thigh over Eiden's hip and Olivine shifts in his little space, eyelids fluttering as his greedy hole meets the firm press of that length. Eiden's name tumbles from his lips, and before his head lowers Olivine embraces his cheek. He needs it, needs to feel the stretch, almost a reminder of where he belongs.]
Eiden... nngh... you always—uagh!
[hips jolt as the brunet sucks on a nipple, and warm fingers tangle in his hair to tremble with need.]
Wait— [It's almost instant, every other person in this place being forgotten. Someone could look over, could see them, and the priest probably wouldn't even notice. He must already look a mess, nipple soaked with saliva when Eiden pulls off with an audible pop. His cock digs in harder and Olivine only grows louder, reaching to thread trembling fingers in soft hair. Delicate lashes flutter then, eager body feeling hot and aching. If he dug just a little harder, he could—
If he stopped to think, he would fear. If there was active else here, Olivine is sure he would hold some trepidation at least. But with Eiden... his Eiden, his shining star... in his mind, there's nothing that could stop them.]
All... haah...! [He's practically drooling already as fingers dig into his thigh, breath turning harsh and panting at the possessive sensation.] nngh, for you... always.
[It's not hard to think back on it. The things they've done, so often in such close proximity to others. Eiden is so self-assured, unafraid of judgment in these moments, taken with him alone in the space they share. His essence mingles with the priest's and it's as soothing as it is arousing. If not for the water already ensuring it all, he's sure he'd be practically dripping with need by now.]
Haah... please don't... make me wait too long... Eiden...
[don't worship me, he wants to say. Olivine never wanted to be worshiped... and yet he finds he doesn't mind right now. Not with Eiden.]
I'm already going crazy... nngh... waiting for you. I feel so hot... I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your hands... your cock... please, Eiden.
[It's almost funny, really. Normally he'd be a little more reserved, at least until Eiden bullied him into his desires. Now... he doesn't want to hold back at all. Maybe he'll chalk it up to the overflow of essence, or the pull of the shampoo, or any number of other oh so convenient excuses. In the end though, all that matters is this, is them.]
Peacock overflow: @silicone (cw: smut, nu's wet holes thing)
[Eiden's weight, pressed against Olivine's own and pinning him to the bath, is both warm and comforting. The other always looks so good above him, taking away any thoughts in the priest's head. How could he have them anyway? When eager bodies meet and lust-drunk eyes rake over the sight before him, the way his cock rises from the water as if in greeting.]
I'll take it all—ah!
[a hand guides his thigh over Eiden's hip and Olivine shifts in his little space, eyelids fluttering as his greedy hole meets the firm press of that length. Eiden's name tumbles from his lips, and before his head lowers Olivine embraces his cheek. He needs it, needs to feel the stretch, almost a reminder of where he belongs.]
Eiden... nngh... you always—uagh!
[hips jolt as the brunet sucks on a nipple, and warm fingers tangle in his hair to tremble with need.]
Wait— [It's almost instant, every other person in this place being forgotten. Someone could look over, could see them, and the priest probably wouldn't even notice. He must already look a mess, nipple soaked with saliva when Eiden pulls off with an audible pop. His cock digs in harder and Olivine only grows louder, reaching to thread trembling fingers in soft hair. Delicate lashes flutter then, eager body feeling hot and aching. If he dug just a little harder, he could—
If he stopped to think, he would fear. If there was active else here, Olivine is sure he would hold some trepidation at least. But with Eiden... his Eiden, his shining star... in his mind, there's nothing that could stop them.]
All... haah...! [He's practically drooling already as fingers dig into his thigh, breath turning harsh and panting at the possessive sensation.] nngh, for you... always.
[It's not hard to think back on it. The things they've done, so often in such close proximity to others. Eiden is so self-assured, unafraid of judgment in these moments, taken with him alone in the space they share. His essence mingles with the priest's and it's as soothing as it is arousing. If not for the water already ensuring it all, he's sure he'd be practically dripping with need by now.]
Haah... please don't... make me wait too long... Eiden...
[don't worship me, he wants to say. Olivine never wanted to be worshiped... and yet he finds he doesn't mind right now. Not with Eiden.]
I'm already going crazy... nngh... waiting for you. I feel so hot... I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your hands... your cock... please, Eiden.
[It's almost funny, really. Normally he'd be a little more reserved, at least until Eiden bullied him into his desires. Now... he doesn't want to hold back at all. Maybe he'll chalk it up to the overflow of essence, or the pull of the shampoo, or any number of other oh so convenient excuses. In the end though, all that matters is this, is them.]