[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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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.]