[Eiden trembles, and it only makes Olivine want to hold him more tenderly. it's something he would never call the other on, knows there are things he surely wants to keep to himself. maybe one day, they'll get there.

there's no rush, not with Olivine. not when he thinks he can feel it in the thrust of hips, the jolt of his body and the warmth of hands against it.]

Ei... den... nnnh...

[he's so... sweet. even just like this, threading fingers into Olivine's hair and holding him close. mouths meet and tongues mingle again, and he sighs softly into it. teeth bite down in just the gentlest nip.

ah... but then he says that, and Olivine can't help but flush deeper still, creeping down his neck.]

You're so... ah... how can I ever say no to you? [more kisses, warm and heady, keep him grounded.] I don't want to hide from you...

[he's so close, and Olivine wants so badly to lean up and brush those lips.]

I always feel so good—

[his hands falter, fingers curling against Eiden's back as he bucks his hips and drives half-yelped cries from him.]

Ah... you're so deep... I feel like I'm going crazy. [his lips tilt up this time to brush the brunet's, thumb brushing his cheek.] You're so... perfect for me... Eiden... I've needed you so badly.

[for longer than he likes to admit, honestly.]