[honestly, but if tops didn't do otherwise you'd have a more troublesome time chasing that feeling all the time, Rei. how much more troublesome is up for debate, but that's not the point.

Olivine's weight settles back on the couch for a moment in the aftermath, vaguely aware of the few warm droplets at his thigh. a breathy groan escapes him when Rei's lips press to his cock and his fingers pull free; he's absolutely left twitching for a moment and it's absolutely a greedy sense of disappointment. the floaty sensation of afterglow is still there, but well... it's Olivine. stopping is always like this, no matter how worn he feels.]

Haah... ah... that's good. [he exhales a laugh at the smirk, utterly unashamed. sitting up a little, he stretches his legs in turn, arms stretching up over his head. yeah, he'll just stay here for a minute while he tries to come down. the shirt he's wearing is still mostly on, the attempts at freeing his chest abandoned with just the glimmer of silver chain sort of freed at the bottom of it. "freed" is...
a relative term, of course, with tits as big as Olivine's and shirts being shirts.] Is it what you expected? The last time we saw each other, my essence was still quite unusual, after all.