[really, it's unfair. Sylvain's name slips from Olivine's lips in some sort of mantra, heat and chill warring across his skin. it feels like that sensation spreads farther than it ought to, considering the narrow focus of the ice cube over his other nipple.
predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
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Date: 2024-02-15 10:38 am (UTC)predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]