[it's wildly lucky that the two sluttiest clan members are both weirdly compatible bottoms. but also, Eiden just casually taking charge is just your life now, Rei. well, not here, but anyway.
Olivine himself is doing his damnedest to not body his fellow clan member—it's not his fault that Rei made this hard on himself with the position, ok!—so at least they get through that moment. once it's done and the priest has more self-control (barely), he can brace his weight on his torso better, only growing louder as Rei's fingers fuck into him in earnest. it's sweet agony really, good but never enough, and he makes a concerted effort to not squirm like he normally does when lips wrap around his cock.
brows furrow in that concentration as Rei watches, eyes glassy and half-focused, fingers threading through hair as much as tugging—he's a lot better about testing now too, thanks to Sylvain, so he'll get some nice sharp pulls that lie just short of taking charge. Rei looks good down there too, and Olivine thinks he could imagine that smirk in his gaze—at least in the moments where his thoughts are all there.
which isn't all that many, honestly, when a third finger slips in and his expression softens even more, greedy and hot. the tip of his dick hits the back of the other's throat and it's so familiar he can't help but smile a little; they really are similar in so many ways. his fingers soften a little here and there, almost fond in the way they move, and it really is very much like him. it also happens to be in tandem with the way he moves his hips, careful not to override Rei's movements but also pressing in a little deeper to give him more of that eye-rolling pleasure.
loud, messy, and desperate are things the priest is quite good at, and the squelch of his hole around the other's fingers is addictive. there's no effort made to hold back—even if Olivine were better at that, he wouldn't do it to Rei unless he was told to. there's just enough sense in him through the orgasm to keep his weight mostly off his partner, legs trembling as his body seizes up and squeezes down. the braced one flexes, and there's a brief moment of realisation that he could probably hold tight if he wanted to—but again, this is Olivine, and accommodation suits him better than demand. so he can decide where he'd like to have his sample, each burst of heat full of essence as warm and soothing as it is addictively desperate.
or maybe that latter part is just Olivine. it's hard to be sure with everything mingling together between them.]
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Olivine himself is doing his damnedest to not body his fellow clan member—it's not his fault that Rei made this hard on himself with the position, ok!—so at least they get through that moment. once it's done and the priest has more self-control (barely), he can brace his weight on his torso better, only growing louder as Rei's fingers fuck into him in earnest. it's sweet agony really, good but never enough, and he makes a concerted effort to not squirm like he normally does when lips wrap around his cock.
brows furrow in that concentration as Rei watches, eyes glassy and half-focused, fingers threading through hair as much as tugging—he's a lot better about testing now too, thanks to Sylvain, so he'll get some nice sharp pulls that lie just short of taking charge. Rei looks good down there too, and Olivine thinks he could imagine that smirk in his gaze—at least in the moments where his thoughts are all there.
which isn't all that many, honestly, when a third finger slips in and his expression softens even more, greedy and hot. the tip of his dick hits the back of the other's throat and it's so familiar he can't help but smile a little; they really are similar in so many ways. his fingers soften a little here and there, almost fond in the way they move, and it really is very much like him. it also happens to be in tandem with the way he moves his hips, careful not to override Rei's movements but also pressing in a little deeper to give him more of that eye-rolling pleasure.
loud, messy, and desperate are things the priest is quite good at, and the squelch of his hole around the other's fingers is addictive. there's no effort made to hold back—even if Olivine were better at that, he wouldn't do it to Rei unless he was told to. there's just enough sense in him through the orgasm to keep his weight mostly off his partner, legs trembling as his body seizes up and squeezes down. the braced one flexes, and there's a brief moment of realisation that he could probably hold tight if he wanted to—but again, this is Olivine, and accommodation suits him better than demand. so he can decide where he'd like to have his sample, each burst of heat full of essence as warm and soothing as it is addictively desperate.
or maybe that latter part is just Olivine. it's hard to be sure with everything mingling together between them.]