[It's convenient in so many ways, really. The bench is high enough and wide enough to support him so neatly, positioned for almost no effort being needed when Sylvain sidles up behind him. Olivine's gaze is hazy and appreciative, glancing over the swell of his erection in the mirror. And, knowing how nice it had felt in his mouth...
A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
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Date: 2024-01-12 11:59 pm (UTC)A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]