[he could state it for the record, and Olivine would probably just pinch his cheeks and scold him for even thinking he could be speaking in earnest. it is the reality of it, after all. Eiden, the way that he swallows up the priest's thoughts and fears, devours every second of doubt with tongue and teeth and lips, is practically perfect in his eyes. without ever having to talk it through, he's already figured Olivine out.
hips drive him into the side of the bath and he's stricken by it again. the hapless, hopeless drag of care, want, need, all shared between them. to think, he'd been so close to hurting him, to losing him by losing himself. if he'd left him alone because of his own stubbornness...
they're so alike in that. Eiden speaks of not being around, of leaving him alone, and Olivine has to quash the guilt that threatens to rise up between them.]
Eiden... don't... haah! Ah... you had so much to do... you came exactly when I—needed you.
[he can't help but believe it was God's benevolence, in all his priestly understanding... but that's okay. it's telling, even, that God sees fit to see them together. that's what he thinks, anyway. Eiden nuzzles into him without stopping the thrust of his hips, and Olivine has to hold on to his shoulders a little more tightly to keep from squirming and arching at the new angle, the new depth.
his gaze is hazy and warm, lips parted for panting breaths.]
You're here. That's all I—aah!—care about. [there's a huff of laughter at the words, the offer. all his... all his. it's intoxicating. selfishness rises in his chest and he can just imagine taking advantage of it, seeing how far Eiden meant for it, finding no ending. honestly, it scares him a little, thinking he could be allowed such an indulgence.] Eiden... o—okay. I'll remember. [another kiss to his mouth, reciprocated in kind. his hands move to cover Eiden's on his face, even though it unbalances him.] You... you too, though—I'm all yours, too. Anytime you want me, just call for me. I won't leave you alone. No matter what.
[his thoughts are utterly scattered as Eiden slaps his ass when it rises out of the water, a sharp yelp escaping him before it melts into a groan. half-lidded eyes look upward at the brunet, weight shifting at his order. his request. his declaration.]
Ah... haah... [he barely manages a nod, one trembling hand reaching to find purchase on the edge of the tub. red-cheeked, any remaining sense of propriety is clearly drained out of him by the time he speaks.] Then... nhhaah... keep slapping my ass. I want to—to feel it... for days...♥
[it's hard to keep talking in full sentences, so he stops trying for now. instead, Olivine does what he's asked—greedily, hungrily. his hips roll into every deep thrust, sure he could feel the tip of his cock butting up against his gemstone if he focused. the very thought only makes his reactions more visceral, leg curled tight over Eiden's waist, gaze dropping down to watch the jolt of his cock alongside the way the brunet's slides effortlessly in and out. no, he certainly won't last much longer... but that's alright. more than alright.]
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[he could state it for the record, and Olivine would probably just pinch his cheeks and scold him for even thinking he could be speaking in earnest. it is the reality of it, after all. Eiden, the way that he swallows up the priest's thoughts and fears, devours every second of doubt with tongue and teeth and lips, is practically perfect in his eyes. without ever having to talk it through, he's already figured Olivine out.
hips drive him into the side of the bath and he's stricken by it again. the hapless, hopeless drag of care, want, need, all shared between them. to think, he'd been so close to hurting him, to losing him by losing himself. if he'd left him alone because of his own stubbornness...
they're so alike in that. Eiden speaks of not being around, of leaving him alone, and Olivine has to quash the guilt that threatens to rise up between them.]
Eiden... don't... haah! Ah... you had so much to do... you came exactly when I—needed you.
[he can't help but believe it was God's benevolence, in all his priestly understanding... but that's okay. it's telling, even, that God sees fit to see them together. that's what he thinks, anyway. Eiden nuzzles into him without stopping the thrust of his hips, and Olivine has to hold on to his shoulders a little more tightly to keep from squirming and arching at the new angle, the new depth.
his gaze is hazy and warm, lips parted for panting breaths.]
You're here. That's all I—aah!—care about. [there's a huff of laughter at the words, the offer. all his... all his. it's intoxicating. selfishness rises in his chest and he can just imagine taking advantage of it, seeing how far Eiden meant for it, finding no ending. honestly, it scares him a little, thinking he could be allowed such an indulgence.] Eiden... o—okay. I'll remember. [another kiss to his mouth, reciprocated in kind. his hands move to cover Eiden's on his face, even though it unbalances him.] You... you too, though—I'm all yours, too. Anytime you want me, just call for me. I won't leave you alone. No matter what.
[his thoughts are utterly scattered as Eiden slaps his ass when it rises out of the water, a sharp yelp escaping him before it melts into a groan. half-lidded eyes look upward at the brunet, weight shifting at his order. his request. his declaration.]
Ah... haah... [he barely manages a nod, one trembling hand reaching to find purchase on the edge of the tub. red-cheeked, any remaining sense of propriety is clearly drained out of him by the time he speaks.] Then... nhhaah... keep slapping my ass. I want to—to feel it... for days...♥
[it's hard to keep talking in full sentences, so he stops trying for now. instead, Olivine does what he's asked—greedily, hungrily. his hips roll into every deep thrust, sure he could feel the tip of his cock butting up against his gemstone if he focused. the very thought only makes his reactions more visceral, leg curled tight over Eiden's waist, gaze dropping down to watch the jolt of his cock alongside the way the brunet's slides effortlessly in and out. no, he certainly won't last much longer... but that's alright. more than alright.]