[touche. Olivine is just giving him the benefit of the doubt, especially given how he'd started by asking how much he could take, really.
Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]
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Date: 2024-01-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]