[something he can do. it's not unreasonable, in the end, with the difference in rank and the noble treatment of the higher ranks. it may not be Rei's preference, but it's true—it's certainly convenient.]
Then I'm happy to stay—haugh—
[he's not entirely sure if he's just off-balance or Rei's stronger than he looks; both, maybe. in any case it's not like he fights the movement, falling back onto the couch with a significant thud and shuffle of fabric; there's more than enough space for the smaller man between his thighs, hovering over him just so. it's—alluring, almost laughably so. he's beautiful, especially in this predatory nature of his, though green eyes lose focus when hands push his shirt up to make way for tongue and teeth.
his gemstone is just as sensitive as the rest of him, skin around it prickling with hands along it.]
Haah... ah... it is, but everything about him is. He's always known exactly what I need.
[admittedly, not a difficult prospect—but Eiden had stumbled into it without needing Olivine to explain (or letting him, actually). "not bad" is a bit of an understatement but the priest is willing to accept his relative lack of experience as a bias. it's not important anyway, not compared to the instinct of threading his fingers in Rei's hair again, tugging none too gently in time with him finding little sensitive spots.
sweet and hot, that tongue only stirs him up more, hips twitching at the nip at the curve of bone. at this point, with Rei's nature, it isn't even a surprise that he leans right into that space—a little humiliation, a little teasing. it's definitely just as effective as the physical touches in making him wet.]
I... mmnh. I can't help it. I like being touched, I'm still getting used to it. [his laugh is a little different now, breathy and loose. Olivine may be a workaholic, but when he's not working... well, if he's a rabbit it isn't out of nervousness. not when his eyes practically dare him to keep going, utterly shameless.] Besides... when you're looking at me like you could eat me alive, how could I not react?
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Then I'm happy to stay—haugh—
[he's not entirely sure if he's just off-balance or Rei's stronger than he looks; both, maybe. in any case it's not like he fights the movement, falling back onto the couch with a significant thud and shuffle of fabric; there's more than enough space for the smaller man between his thighs, hovering over him just so. it's—alluring, almost laughably so. he's beautiful, especially in this predatory nature of his, though green eyes lose focus when hands push his shirt up to make way for tongue and teeth.
his gemstone is just as sensitive as the rest of him, skin around it prickling with hands along it.]
Haah... ah... it is, but everything about him is. He's always known exactly what I need.
[admittedly, not a difficult prospect—but Eiden had stumbled into it without needing Olivine to explain (or letting him, actually). "not bad" is a bit of an understatement but the priest is willing to accept his relative lack of experience as a bias. it's not important anyway, not compared to the instinct of threading his fingers in Rei's hair again, tugging none too gently in time with him finding little sensitive spots.
sweet and hot, that tongue only stirs him up more, hips twitching at the nip at the curve of bone. at this point, with Rei's nature, it isn't even a surprise that he leans right into that space—a little humiliation, a little teasing. it's definitely just as effective as the physical touches in making him wet.]
I... mmnh. I can't help it. I like being touched, I'm still getting used to it. [his laugh is a little different now, breathy and loose. Olivine may be a workaholic, but when he's not working... well, if he's a rabbit it isn't out of nervousness. not when his eyes practically dare him to keep going, utterly shameless.] Besides... when you're looking at me like you could eat me alive, how could I not react?