[ Sylvain gives a pleased little hum at that, reaching to wind fingers around Olivine’s wrist. Dragging his arm behind his back and then sliding it higher in increments as he pins it there. Waiting to see where muscles started to strain from the hold so he didn’t push too far. Just enough that it would definitely be felt, sharp and present. It lifts Olivine a little higher on the bench and he leans in with his own knee as he guides the man up on his knees by his hold on his arm and his hair. Until he’s kneeling in front of the mirror with Sylvain behind him, rocking into him with that same maddening pace. ]
I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 06:05 pm (UTC)I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]