[ A flicker of amusement flashes in a golden amber gaze as he watches Olivine sink to his knees, but all he says is, ]
Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?
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Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?