[He's not as lost in it as he fears, even as his tongue struggles to keep up with Rei's pace. They're both greedy creatures, after all, dissimilar essences mingling into something sweet and addictive. The chaos of it should really slow him down a little, perhaps, but the priest only finds himself thinking it beautiful, worth experiencing more and more deeply.
Saliva trails between their mouths when he pulls away, and Olivine watches it stretch and snap as though he's entranced by the very concept. Maybe he is, in some way; something between them culminates in something sweet and heated, and it should probably be cloying in its intensity.]
I'm glad it's—
[Ah, ah... hips rise up as teeth press to his ear too gently for his liking, stirring up his essence all the more. It's almost overwhelming actually, the way it rises in him, meeting the darker essence and mingling, soothing, pleading in its surge. Eiden always said Olivine's body was honest, and that's true—it follows right on through into his essence, hungry and accepting and utterly, completely unashamed.]
Nngh... [He takes a moment before trying again, fingers gently finding themselves in ashen hair, stroking sweetly and encouragingly in the wake of heated kisses, his pulse jumping beneath lips and tongue.] I would... like that. I'll feel more at ease with you helping to look after me, Rei.
[He's so disgustingly honest, sometimes. Still... you should stay here, the actual important part; no matter how Rei wraps it, Olivine would read it thus. Won't call him on it—he knows full well how easy it is to believe you're undeserving, that the bite of loneliness is natural and what you can do is all that really matters. He doesn't know what the other's history is, but he's not stupid enough to miss that it's heavy, painful, exhausting. His essence is unusual, yes... it bleeds in the air and whips up his own, voracious and hot. It's beautiful, he thinks, and it reminds him briefly of another conversation he'd had not so long ago.]
I think that's probably the point. [He can't help it, a soft laugh on his lips as Olivine struggles against the allure of giving in, of basking in the depths of that chaos a while, until he can decipher the sensations and differences between them in every fiber of his being.] But it's much better like this. [like this. Not alone. With Rei, specifically.]
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Saliva trails between their mouths when he pulls away, and Olivine watches it stretch and snap as though he's entranced by the very concept. Maybe he is, in some way; something between them culminates in something sweet and heated, and it should probably be cloying in its intensity.]
I'm glad it's—
[Ah, ah... hips rise up as teeth press to his ear too gently for his liking, stirring up his essence all the more. It's almost overwhelming actually, the way it rises in him, meeting the darker essence and mingling, soothing, pleading in its surge. Eiden always said Olivine's body was honest, and that's true—it follows right on through into his essence, hungry and accepting and utterly, completely unashamed.]
Nngh... [He takes a moment before trying again, fingers gently finding themselves in ashen hair, stroking sweetly and encouragingly in the wake of heated kisses, his pulse jumping beneath lips and tongue.] I would... like that. I'll feel more at ease with you helping to look after me, Rei.
[He's so disgustingly honest, sometimes. Still... you should stay here, the actual important part; no matter how Rei wraps it, Olivine would read it thus. Won't call him on it—he knows full well how easy it is to believe you're undeserving, that the bite of loneliness is natural and what you can do is all that really matters. He doesn't know what the other's history is, but he's not stupid enough to miss that it's heavy, painful, exhausting. His essence is unusual, yes... it bleeds in the air and whips up his own, voracious and hot. It's beautiful, he thinks, and it reminds him briefly of another conversation he'd had not so long ago.]
I think that's probably the point. [He can't help it, a soft laugh on his lips as Olivine struggles against the allure of giving in, of basking in the depths of that chaos a while, until he can decipher the sensations and differences between them in every fiber of his being.] But it's much better like this. [like this. Not alone. With Rei, specifically.]