[chest heaving with every breath, Olivine has to take a moment to come back down to just... existing at all. fuck. every inch of him is buzzing, soothed slightly by the warmth of Sylvain's skin in some places, made worse in others. he is a mess, sweat-soaked hair stuck to his face, splatters of white interspersed against skin and silver alike. still full and hot, his head tilts for the sensation of sweet kisses along skin.]
Haah... ah... you're one to talk... Sylvain.
[oh, he's way more exhausted after that than he thought. it's almost enough to make him laugh, as trembling fingers reach up to brace Sylvain's jaw and brush his thumb across his cheek.]
That was... mmn. I wasn't sure I'd make it to six. [a breathless laugh, a little sheepish.] ... my nipples hurt.
[that sure was a lot of jolting movement to go through with clamps on over his piercings. good job, boys.]
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Date: 2024-03-22 04:54 am (UTC)Haah... ah... you're one to talk... Sylvain.
[oh, he's way more exhausted after that than he thought. it's almost enough to make him laugh, as trembling fingers reach up to brace Sylvain's jaw and brush his thumb across his cheek.]
That was... mmn. I wasn't sure I'd make it to six. [a breathless laugh, a little sheepish.] ... my nipples hurt.
[that sure was a lot of jolting movement to go through with clamps on over his piercings. good job, boys.]