[Olivine can hardly help the noise he makes at the rake of teeth, let alone the final tug on his nipples. there's just something so intoxicating about someone who doesn't even hesitate to do what he asks, who is happy to slip a little further to test what he likes. the priest is surely blessed, here.
his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 07:08 am (UTC)his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]