[Their lips meet and Olivine greedily takes every second of contact. His mouth, his chest—every part of Eiden feels so warm, so comforting against him. Even still chasing his orgasm for the last few thrusts, Olivine can't help but just watch and enjoy, holding close, letting his voice become a half-choked, contented moan when heat finally fills him. Eiden continues to move throughout, spreading that warmth deeper and nudging him up into a good position to carry it all.

As he slows, Olivine's grasp shifts, letting go of its tight grip on Eiden's shoulders to thread gently in his hair, mouths meeting sweet and warm.]

Ah... mmnh... yes... [His head shifts a little, as if he could pull away to duck it shyly again.] I love it... how you fill me... how good I make you feel, too.

[He matches every kiss, moaning softly at the dig of fingers against soft skin, pushing for nothing more. A smile draws across his lips and he clutches Eiden's face in his hands, pulling himself up for another kiss and then pressing their foreheads together, soft and sweet in spite of the way his body is bent over to hold his lover's spend.]

You're so good to me... I don't want to be anywhere else. More and more... always.