[ He leans in close behind Olivine as he speeds his pace a little. A little rougher, a little deeper. Chasing his own pleasure at the same time. It has him buried all the way inside the other man now, rocking deep with each thrust of his hips as he holds him in place on the bench.
Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
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Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.