[Sylvain's pace pulls little moans and sharp gasps from the priest, shuddering with every inward thrust. there really is no feeling like being completely filled, his arm aching pleasantly in its position.
and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:33 am (UTC)and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]