[it's not accusatory. Olivine just laughs softly, his arms sliding around Eiden's waist, tracing up over his spine as fingers play with his hole, slow and lazy. against the faint heat of post-orgasm sensitivity, it's a balm.]
You're such a—hard worker... Eiden... I'll go shopping with you any time you want me... [ahh. his fingers press in, and Olivine thinks he can hear it squelching as spend drips onto his knuckles. it makes his back arch, his expression soft and sweet. the promise draws out a soft hum, and his fingers trail up to touch Eiden's face, brushing along his lip or cheek, wandering to his hair.] Something special... now I'm going to be thinking of it every moment to myself. You're so mean, Eiden.
[again, there's no truth to it. not even a little bit, as he leans in to press lips together, noses or foreheads in to brush.]
no subject
[it's not accusatory. Olivine just laughs softly, his arms sliding around Eiden's waist, tracing up over his spine as fingers play with his hole, slow and lazy. against the faint heat of post-orgasm sensitivity, it's a balm.]
You're such a—hard worker... Eiden... I'll go shopping with you any time you want me... [ahh. his fingers press in, and Olivine thinks he can hear it squelching as spend drips onto his knuckles. it makes his back arch, his expression soft and sweet. the promise draws out a soft hum, and his fingers trail up to touch Eiden's face, brushing along his lip or cheek, wandering to his hair.] Something special... now I'm going to be thinking of it every moment to myself. You're so mean, Eiden.
[again, there's no truth to it. not even a little bit, as he leans in to press lips together, noses or foreheads in to brush.]