[shuddering, Olivine exhales a little laugh as Sylvain speaks. Of course he likes it... but then, his tastes are already so broad.]
It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
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It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]