[Olivine jolts at the press of that hip, cheeks reddening even as his own hips lean into the touch, warm and insistent.
It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]
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It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]