[ he's proud of what satisfaction he can offer the other, his hips bruised and bruising at the same time. he loves looking downwards, watching olivine practically drool over being fucked roughly like this, being held until finger-shaped bruises claim him. eiden wants to claim him, but he also wants olivine to actually feel what this place might have to offer, even if they're going back home.

they have to go back home.

eiden's cock bottomed out presses deep inside, and with a hand raking upwards, eiden slides it over his belly, presses as he bucks forward with a smile on his flushed face. flushed from the bath, from being buried so deep inside of olivine. ]

You can feel it, I know that look on your face... s'okay... just focus on me...

[ keep focusing on me. there are a few people watching from the side, not wildcards, it seems with how normal they seem to treat this. eiden just bows over him more, letting himself laugh. ]

Or maybe you do like a little audience. Just like behind the podium when you sucked me off... you're always so naughty.