[Olivine would be utterly, completely flattered if he knew how Eiden saw it. it might take some time to accept, but... well, so had everything else that's been worthwhile. every word spoken sinks into him, curls around him like the softest, most comforting blanket. even at his worst, teasing and taunting and laughing, the brunet always made him feel... wanted. loved. more than just what he is, what he was told to be.]
Then... nngh...
[his whole body feels like it's on fire as fingers tease nipples, dragging and dipping against soft skin. that's barely soothed by the press of lips over his chest, his neck, and Olivine's head tilts up so prettily in offering. the angle is too sharp to really cling to him, else there's no doubt the priest would right now. aphrodisiacs may as well not exist, either—he'd have been in this space the instant he was alone with Eiden, had been practically since they started talking, alongside the excitement of just... having that time again. to stay with him, to be with him.
finally, though, Eiden's cock pushes inside, and Olivine still half-bites down his moan in turn. it's still so loud in their small space anyway.]
Gggh... ah... oh God, Eiden... [perfect. his whole body poised to take Eiden in, that's the only thing he can call it.] It's—haah!
[it's whatever, really. as Eiden pulls back, every inch of him drawing against Olivine's greedy insides. they could be watching and he... for once, he thinks it wouldn't really bother him. the snap of hips inwards jolts him fully against the bath wall, and it forces a sharp howl of a noise from the priest's lips. cheeks darken all the more and he can't help but reach up to cover his mouth for the second, the third. it really doesn't help, never has.]
Eiden... nnghaah... [it's so much easier to just not be self-conscious. his gaze follows Eiden's hand, down past his cock to where their bodies meet, so alluring in the way they appear just beyond the emphasising fingers there.] Perfect... yes... I still can't really believe it. The way you fill me up... haaah... the way you use me. And you take good care of me, too...
[the fondness on his face is clear as Olivine shifts a hand to cradle his cheek, warmth suffusing against his palm.]
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Then... nngh...
[his whole body feels like it's on fire as fingers tease nipples, dragging and dipping against soft skin. that's barely soothed by the press of lips over his chest, his neck, and Olivine's head tilts up so prettily in offering. the angle is too sharp to really cling to him, else there's no doubt the priest would right now. aphrodisiacs may as well not exist, either—he'd have been in this space the instant he was alone with Eiden, had been practically since they started talking, alongside the excitement of just... having that time again. to stay with him, to be with him.
finally, though, Eiden's cock pushes inside, and Olivine still half-bites down his moan in turn. it's still so loud in their small space anyway.]
Gggh... ah... oh God, Eiden... [perfect. his whole body poised to take Eiden in, that's the only thing he can call it.] It's—haah!
[it's whatever, really. as Eiden pulls back, every inch of him drawing against Olivine's greedy insides. they could be watching and he... for once, he thinks it wouldn't really bother him. the snap of hips inwards jolts him fully against the bath wall, and it forces a sharp howl of a noise from the priest's lips. cheeks darken all the more and he can't help but reach up to cover his mouth for the second, the third. it really doesn't help, never has.]
Eiden... nnghaah... [it's so much easier to just not be self-conscious. his gaze follows Eiden's hand, down past his cock to where their bodies meet, so alluring in the way they appear just beyond the emphasising fingers there.] Perfect... yes... I still can't really believe it. The way you fill me up... haaah... the way you use me. And you take good care of me, too...
[the fondness on his face is clear as Olivine shifts a hand to cradle his cheek, warmth suffusing against his palm.]