[Olivine's response is a thready hum, which likely isn't going to help matters any. if nothing else, he's immensely pleased with his actions, his abilities—and more still with the way Sylvain tastes and feels in his mouth.
he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]
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he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]