[He's definitely not far off; Eiden usually leans into it so hard that Olivine doesn't have to misbehave, but when faced with something like this? The priest can't say he'd be able to stop himself, just to see what Sylvain did, the face he would make.]
Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]
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Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]