[that kiss certainly flares the red of his cheeks, head tilted up to lean into it and just barely part his lips in response to that teasing tongue. it builds so much abrupt anticipation, a touch of something—disappointment, perhaps?—on his expression for just a moment. that smile is quickly followed with his own though, head tipping forward a little.]
... thank you. I'm much more calm now. [one hand rises to touch the left side of Ash's chest for just a moment, before he turns toward the door.] Then, let's be on our way.
[the ceremony itself won't be the difficult part, he knows. it's a bigger group, but as the other had suggested—mostly, it's just mass, and he's done that many times before.]
[It seemed to have worked, from the looks of it. There were two reasons for that-- the first, really, was to give Olivine a sense of peace that he would be willing to do this with more than just words. Another was to build the sense of anticipation, knowing what was coming next.
After all, wouldn't their Lord be much happier if they were eager to show their worship?
In any case, it seemed like his concerns were unneeded, once he sees the way Olivine takes the podium. As his role was connected to the timing of the service, when they start to offer their prayers, he simply stands to the side for now, taking his place until Olivine calls for him.]
[there's a certain... atmosphere to the faithful, today. it carries almost as much anticipation as the young priest himself, even though they're all perfectly polite and devoted during the service. Ash might notice the occasional curious look turned his way, perhaps even a touch of envy—something Olivine doesn't notice at all really.
to him, it feels both unbearably fast and drawn out, going through the motions until he finally takes a slow breath, nodding to Ash.]
... as you know, today is the Rite of Fertility, and this mass is very special. It grants us a chance to share our devotion and our joy with Him, that He and His sons may bless us in the coming year. As the sermon draws to a close, I invite all of you to join me, alongside my partner Ash, in celebration of the depths of your joy and pleasure.
[honestly, he's doing better at holding off the heat and anticipation trying to redden his cheeks than he thought he would. it's clearer from up close, touching even the tips of his ears.]
[He had smiled at the onlookers, feeling a little nervous himself despite how much he had tried his best to be the calmer one between them. It is the first time he would be doing this in public, after all, and he hadn't been too certain he could really... well, perform. Despite his background, he tended towards more private affairs rather than public performances. It was the first time he was going to worship in front of everyone.
When Olivine gestures for him to come closer, he brings along the vial of oil that was part of their offerings to their god, leaning in to cup Olivine's face as soon as he was beside him. He presses his lips against the rim of the bottle, then turns to kiss Olivine, pressing his tongue against his lips to signal the start of the fertility rites.]
[He would rather his first time be in private too, honestly—but they had both agreed to this. And technically, it was up to the Alpha how far he wanted to take this in public, past a showing of solidarity. One round of pleasure, as an offering to God...
But regardless of that, Olivine melts easily into the kiss, hands rising to rest at his shoulders. Lips part for Ash's tongue, and his attention doesn't waver now. The preparations for the ceremony have limited the distance hits arousal can travel, but the priest is admittedly a bit too... energetic for his partner to miss it.]
Praise be to our lord.
[a final movement to press his lips to the vial in turn, as the congregation intones their praise and slowly, like a rolling wave, the rite begins. At least they're not alone in this, he thinks, and most will be so busy that they won't pay much mind to the two at the altar.]
Please, handle me to your preference. I'm in your care.
[It's murmured just to the taller man, as he leans in to close the space between them, practically bare chest meeting Ash's.]
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[that kiss certainly flares the red of his cheeks, head tilted up to lean into it and just barely part his lips in response to that teasing tongue. it builds so much abrupt anticipation, a touch of something—disappointment, perhaps?—on his expression for just a moment. that smile is quickly followed with his own though, head tipping forward a little.]
... thank you. I'm much more calm now. [one hand rises to touch the left side of Ash's chest for just a moment, before he turns toward the door.] Then, let's be on our way.
[the ceremony itself won't be the difficult part, he knows. it's a bigger group, but as the other had suggested—mostly, it's just mass, and he's done that many times before.]
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After all, wouldn't their Lord be much happier if they were eager to show their worship?
In any case, it seemed like his concerns were unneeded, once he sees the way Olivine takes the podium. As his role was connected to the timing of the service, when they start to offer their prayers, he simply stands to the side for now, taking his place until Olivine calls for him.]
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to him, it feels both unbearably fast and drawn out, going through the motions until he finally takes a slow breath, nodding to Ash.]
... as you know, today is the Rite of Fertility, and this mass is very special. It grants us a chance to share our devotion and our joy with Him, that He and His sons may bless us in the coming year. As the sermon draws to a close, I invite all of you to join me, alongside my partner Ash, in celebration of the depths of your joy and pleasure.
[honestly, he's doing better at holding off the heat and anticipation trying to redden his cheeks than he thought he would. it's clearer from up close, touching even the tips of his ears.]
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When Olivine gestures for him to come closer, he brings along the vial of oil that was part of their offerings to their god, leaning in to cup Olivine's face as soon as he was beside him. He presses his lips against the rim of the bottle, then turns to kiss Olivine, pressing his tongue against his lips to signal the start of the fertility rites.]
Praise be to our lord.
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But regardless of that, Olivine melts easily into the kiss, hands rising to rest at his shoulders. Lips part for Ash's tongue, and his attention doesn't waver now. The preparations for the ceremony have limited the distance hits arousal can travel, but the priest is admittedly a bit too... energetic for his partner to miss it.]
Praise be to our lord.
[a final movement to press his lips to the vial in turn, as the congregation intones their praise and slowly, like a rolling wave, the rite begins. At least they're not alone in this, he thinks, and most will be so busy that they won't pay much mind to the two at the altar.]
Please, handle me to your preference. I'm in your care.
[It's murmured just to the taller man, as he leans in to close the space between them, practically bare chest meeting Ash's.]