[ Not gentle. Right. He can probably handle that. He's pretty sure he can pick up on enough cues as they go to know what Olivine needs, even if he rarely indulges in these sorts of games without setting some boundaries first. Winging it, it is, then.
One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.
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One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.