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love is a liar’s weapon
and the edge of its lance cuts both ways
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2024-03-17 04:40 am (UTC)
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Don't—don't stop.
[breathless, Olivine shivers at the sensation of Sylvain's grin against his thigh. all as he intended, then... he really is too good at this.
then again, is it
too
good if there's not a second of hesitation when the priest falls in line, his gaze heady and half-focused.]
I don't know... how much longer I can stay this way. I want more, Sylvain...
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:40 am (UTC)[breathless, Olivine shivers at the sensation of Sylvain's grin against his thigh. all as he intended, then... he really is too good at this.
then again, is it too good if there's not a second of hesitation when the priest falls in line, his gaze heady and half-focused.]
I don't know... how much longer I can stay this way. I want more, Sylvain...