How is it difficult to make sure I'm doing what you want~?

[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.

He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]

Ah—sylv... mmnh...

[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]

Nnghaah... c-cold... but it feels like fire...