[At least it's not a full blow by blow, we'd be here all night. And well, he could also talk about the frustrations of suit numbers, so maybe that's a conversation for another time. With such stark differences, they have a lot of access to a lot of different places.
Rei truly is going to be here for like a day before realising just how unpriestly Olivine is... he would, of course, happily experience the octopi again, thanks...]
Ah... that's true enough. [His cheeks flush quite deeply, and Rei would be forgiven for assuming it's embarrassment or shame in the moment.]
Rei... even so, I don't—
[well, that's his thought gone out the window, as Rei moves swiftly to close the space between them. It's not the first time he's marveled at the efficiency of the other man, and it won't be the last, he's sure. It brushes softly against the thread of concern that always follows him, the wonder at his life. There's no space to ask, not here any more than there was back in Klein... but assuredly, there's not so much as a touch of fear in his eyes as fingers tilt his head back bring his attention to Rei's face, that predatory look of his.
(It does stir him, but the priest finds nothing negative about it. He likes being prey, after all.)
There's an attempt there, lips parting to say something, ask something, when the slimmer man captures his lips. His tongue will immediately find the piercing he definitely hadn't had on Klein, perched on a tongue that meets its exploration without hesitation, long fingers finding their way into the fabric of his robe, tugging just the slightest bit to hold them both close.
It's not cold, and that might be important; Olivine is a passionate person, and he hasn't had to think about whether or not someone actually wants to do what they're doing yet. His essence... well, it's exactly as one would expect for someone as vibrant and earnest as Olivine—and who already tends toward the higher end of normalcy. There's definitely the sense of being overwhelmed, utterly devoured, and it is a completely positive sensation by the way he leans into it.]
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Rei truly is going to be here for like a day before realising just how unpriestly Olivine is... he would, of course, happily experience the octopi again, thanks...]Ah... that's true enough. [His cheeks flush quite deeply, and Rei would be forgiven for assuming it's embarrassment or shame in the moment.]
Rei... even so, I don't—
[well, that's his thought gone out the window, as Rei moves swiftly to close the space between them. It's not the first time he's marveled at the efficiency of the other man, and it won't be the last, he's sure. It brushes softly against the thread of concern that always follows him, the wonder at his life. There's no space to ask, not here any more than there was back in Klein... but assuredly, there's not so much as a touch of fear in his eyes as fingers tilt his head back bring his attention to Rei's face, that predatory look of his.
(It does stir him, but the priest finds nothing negative about it. He likes being prey, after all.)
There's an attempt there, lips parting to say something, ask something, when the slimmer man captures his lips. His tongue will immediately find the piercing he definitely hadn't had on Klein, perched on a tongue that meets its exploration without hesitation, long fingers finding their way into the fabric of his robe, tugging just the slightest bit to hold them both close.
It's not cold, and that might be important; Olivine is a passionate person, and he hasn't had to think about whether or not someone actually wants to do what they're doing yet. His essence... well, it's exactly as one would expect for someone as vibrant and earnest as Olivine—and who already tends toward the higher end of normalcy. There's definitely the sense of being overwhelmed, utterly devoured, and it is a completely positive sensation by the way he leans into it.]