[it'll occur to him to wonder later, just how he's kept so firmly in place. right now, with Jin Guangyao's hips pressing into his own, there's not much else in his mind really.
his mouth closes over the priest's nipple, sudden pressure earning a jolt of his hips against the pace of it all. his voice is something between a whine and a sharp moan as teeth pull against the ring, body stretched taut in the space he has. ah, it's so good; his hand feels searing hot against Olivine's cock, stroking sweetly over its already sensitive length. fingers, unhindered by order or action, find their way to tangle in long hair, trembling as they tug in urging.
it's almost embarrassing, knowing he probably won't last long. almost.]
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his mouth closes over the priest's nipple, sudden pressure earning a jolt of his hips against the pace of it all. his voice is something between a whine and a sharp moan as teeth pull against the ring, body stretched taut in the space he has. ah, it's so good; his hand feels searing hot against Olivine's cock, stroking sweetly over its already sensitive length. fingers, unhindered by order or action, find their way to tangle in long hair, trembling as they tug in urging.
it's almost embarrassing, knowing he probably won't last long. almost.]