[ the hand on his cheek earns a soft look from eiden - his eyes widening for a moment before he chuckles privately for the both of them, nuzzling into the palm offered to him. eiden closes his eyes for a moment, lavishes in the touch, in being surrounded by olivine's body. he trembles, barely imperceptible, but with how close they are it's likely olivine will feel it. granted, he tries to cover it up, letting his hands span the warmth of olivine's body as he lets the steady rhythm they build up between them take over.

the man never ceases to surprise eiden, truly, every time he looks him in the eye, he can't help but find himself filled with warmth that goes straight to his toes and back up again. ]

Always. I'll always take good care of you...

[ he would never not. never in a million years, as long as he lives. he lets those roving hands, the one framing their intimate connection, slide back up to slip into his hair, strands falling over his knuckles as he presses a slow kiss to his mouth, parting lips to trace his tongue inside.

mid-kiss - ]

Like this... make as much noise as you want... tell me how much you enjoy it, how good it feels for you... [ a kiss, and then another ] I wanna hear every moan, every noise...

[ - leaning in once more, he holds his face. hovering over his lips: ]

I love every little sound you make.

[ he bucks his hips to punctuate the last part: ] Just [ slap ] for [ slap ] me.