[they really ought to talk about it, especially given their broad ideals on the idea of claiming one another. still, leave it to them to say the words practically without registering that they mean them individually too. here, they could be a little more possessive, could fall into some trap, but—it isn't much like Olivine, and he really wouldn't expect Eiden to not be his beautiful, irreverent self no matter what. as far as the priest is concerned, Eiden's heart is far too big for just one person. so as long as they're here, as long as he can just watch over the brunet to ensure that heart doesn't get properly broken or nothing bad happens to him, he's happy.
they have to go back home eventually. there's far too much to do.
Olivine can't help the shudder that slides down his spine when a hand rakes up and over his belly, presses down near the too-sensitive skin around his gemstone. if he wasn't already completely overwhelmed, that would do it—along with the notable shift of his cock driving deep in, caught against the pressure of that hand.]
Ah—I am— Eiden...
[God, he's so impossibly perfect. dirty and lewd and absolutely shameless in teasing Olivine, calling attention to the people watching as he does. it's not that he didn't notice them before, but as Eiden bows over him, bends him over more, he can't—he can't help himself.]
Haah... haah... I like... the feeling of it. Being caught, being watched... I can't help it. Especially with how you look at me... when I'm naughty. [sweetly, despite the tears now welling in his eyes, the ache of his skin where Eiden bruises them both with his pace. as long as they see him with Eiden... as long as Eiden accepts him, that's enough.] Nngh! Eiden, I can't...
[ah, he's close. there's the telltale squirm of it, even with every jolt into him obscuring that for everyone except the brunet. there are people watching, but he just... can't care. they don't know him. they don't need to know him, they're just here to witness this. sure, it still tinges his cheeks a little more red, as though there was much further they could go, but there's not the slightest cooling of desire.]
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they have to go back home eventually. there's far too much to do.
Olivine can't help the shudder that slides down his spine when a hand rakes up and over his belly, presses down near the too-sensitive skin around his gemstone. if he wasn't already completely overwhelmed, that would do it—along with the notable shift of his cock driving deep in, caught against the pressure of that hand.]
Ah—I am— Eiden...
[God, he's so impossibly perfect. dirty and lewd and absolutely shameless in teasing Olivine, calling attention to the people watching as he does. it's not that he didn't notice them before, but as Eiden bows over him, bends him over more, he can't—he can't help himself.]
Haah... haah... I like... the feeling of it. Being caught, being watched... I can't help it. Especially with how you look at me... when I'm naughty. [sweetly, despite the tears now welling in his eyes, the ache of his skin where Eiden bruises them both with his pace. as long as they see him with Eiden... as long as Eiden accepts him, that's enough.] Nngh! Eiden, I can't...
[ah, he's close. there's the telltale squirm of it, even with every jolt into him obscuring that for everyone except the brunet. there are people watching, but he just... can't care. they don't know him. they don't need to know him, they're just here to witness this. sure, it still tinges his cheeks a little more red, as though there was much further they could go, but there's not the slightest cooling of desire.]