[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
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Date: 2024-02-11 12:17 am (UTC)[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...