[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]
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[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]