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massochism) wrote2023-12-22 02:50 pm
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25 / male / gay / 3♦
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Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.
I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.
For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.
I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.
As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.
I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.
Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.
I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.
Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.
Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
CLOWNS
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES
.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
SUMMER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX
ENFJ-T
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Though inexperienced, the way he tests his lips around the bulbous tip is passionate and needy. Each time Olivine makes a sound, Sunday indulges himself further, opening wider around him and sucking in the head midway in his mouth. A moan gets muffled by it, swallowing saliva and fluid as it pearls out of it. His tongue learns to get greedy by it, rolling over it and tasting him while curving it hotly beneath the crown.
It helps that Olivine is brushing away longer strands of hair from getting in the way of his face. He pauses briefly, leaning back while gasping over it as saliva strings towards it. )
I want to.
( Even if the price is Olivine’s kind mercy. He rolls down the fabric down the girth of his cock, licking the saliva and precum off his lips, then leans in to plant a soft kiss below the slit. He sucks the area, testing to see what he likes, then he licks down it to his balls. He’s having to scoop them over the fabric, breathing harder as if he can’t control himself around him anymore. The thin, colder membrane protecting them is kind of salty on his tongue as he trails it between them. Sucking cock is harder than Olivine made it seem.
He can’t stand the hardness, though. He’s beginning to feel the room shift even more and perhaps his real life body is also suffering, miserably hard there as he lays on the beach.
He reaches down to get his cock out again, beating it almost instantly in his fist despite it already feeling raw and sucked to hell. He uses his free hand to try and sync the thrusting motions with Olivine’s (though to a lesser and unsuccessful degree), licking up it— treating Olivine to a full service. )
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... to that notion, Sunday is beautiful, leaning back to speak as simply as that. it flushes his cheeks a little more deeply pink, and he exhales alongside an understanding nod.]
Alright. Just... take your time.
[because the reality is yes, it's harder than he made it seem, at first. and he can control himself enough to avoid making it even more difficult for the other man. his hips twitch when careful fingers move fabric out of the way and his lips press just below his slit—but it's the sucking that definitely sees the most reaction from the green-haired man, fingertips pressing lightly against skin and his weight shifting just the slightest bit as that tongue follows his length down to his balls.
really, the halovian is doing more than fine at his efforts based on Olivine's reactions. everything feels heady and light, his mind as hazy as his gaze, lashes falling closed for a moment to just enjoy the sensation of tongue and fingers on him.]
You can—haah—squeeze a little tighter... [his voice hitches as Sunday works his hands over them both, almost wishing they were pressed together. thoughts for another time, that. he's already so close it wouldn't matter much.] God, your tongue is so—soft... I won't... last very long.
[it's a whine on his lips, fingers just slowly petting through his hair. giving any kind of guidance is harder than he expected when his whole body wants to just dive into every sensation with pure greed.]
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So he squeezes harder, twisting his flesh between every languid stroke from the base to the rim of his lips. Clenching it as much as Olivine's is willing to allow, letting saliva seep between his fingers and from the sides of his mouth. It's much easier giving him the proper attention with his dominant hand, jerking him roughly as he muffles moans against the tip, abandoning his own erection so he can tend gently to his ballsack, begging for his release, hungry for anything else he can offer. Sunday glances up at him, cheeks hollowed out while he sucks and swallows saliva or any of his precum. The more he tastes him, the hungrier he becomes. Desperate, even, to the point he refuses to release him from his mouth until he gets what he wants. )
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The other will receive no shortage of salty-sweet pre, especially with his hand twisting and squeezing firmly against engorged flesh.]
Nngh... that's it... I—haauh—
[that little noise is earned when Sunday's hand teases his sack, torso pitching forward just so. It's intense, almost dizzying with how sensitive this dream seems to have him. Tongue slipping between his lips to facilitate his panting moans, his fingers tangle more firmly in the other's hair as he ceases to even pull briefly away from the head of his cock.
It's not long, as he suggested. A hiss of Sunday's name, a sharp whine he may or may not register as a warning, and then—hot spend flows from his slit, pouring over that tongue and filling his mouth, balls tight with every pulse. his instinct is to push the other man's head back so that he doesn't choke—but he holds off on that to let Sunday decide. It's a lot for his first blowjob, even compared to normal honestly.
And when he's finally spent, legs trembling faintly, Olivine's attention turns to checking in on him, gaze still shimmery and hazy but gently concerned.]
Haah... nngh... how are you feeling? Not too sore?
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( He refuses to make outwardly sounds against his cock, so he swallows the struggle instead and nearly chokes. One more push and he could snort his hot bit of precum. The taste of it isn't as bad as he expects, either, and something about Olivine's sounds mixing into the dew of this room and their actions only makes Sunday savor him like it's the last meal of his life. He pops the head out of his lips with a wet, loud pop, and opens wide around him again so he can catch any excess of it, moaning deeply as the warm trickling coats the back of his tongue.
His gaze rises towards him, watery from the soreness and tension accumulated in his jaw, but he's not giving up until it's all said and done. He pushes towards him when Olivine tries to guide him back by his hair and the slight tug also sends a ripple of pleasure down Sunday's cock. )
Oli...vine.
( He gasps roughly, stroking him like so with the tip resting just over his tongue. Seeing Olivine squirm and tense because of his actions fuels his dormant power trip, it gives him more drive to keep controlling how Olivine feels in his mouth. As his cock stills and twitches, painting his tongue and throat thick and white, Sunday sucks him even harder. His cheeks are perfectly hollowed as he bobs his head down to drink it, but that's probably where his fault lies. He tries breathing as he's pumping Olivine from his orgasm and, well, inhales at the worst time. He pulls back in a fit of coughs, covering his mouth to preserve some dignity in front of him as his eyes glaze with involuntary, air-deprived tears. Cum drips from his lips and chin as he glances up at him, and then his beautiful cock. )
I'm ... Fine. Hmgh!
( He's quick to lean back in, clearing his throat before licking it from tip to base, he licks his balls and kisses up every inch to clean him. )
🎀
Just like he has no qualms giving him everything, his dick twitching with every pulse of orgasm. Not the most intense he's had, but certainly up there—and it's almost a second thought that he realises Sunday must need to breathe soon—]
Nnnh—you'll want to slow down at first—
[too late. Olivine winces on his behalf as the halovian leans back to cough. Gentle fingers swipe away some of the tears built up at the corner of his eyes.]
Haah... ah... let me take care of you, too...
[He's not going to refuse the cleaning up by any means. But in the twilight moments of this dream, as the flickering haze draws up to engulf them both back to the land of the living, the priest wants to ensure every moment is as enjoyable as the last.]