[ Hand still braced on the wall for balance, Sylvain curves over where Olivine kneels, letting the angle shift slightly as he presses back in once more, sinking back into the tight squeeze of his throat. His lips murmur against the top of the priest’s head as he feels him shudder, tremble, feels the need all but aching in him as Sylvain gives him this - and only this. ]
How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]
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Date: 2024-01-09 09:30 pm (UTC)How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]