Oh, I’m not about to let that happen, don’t worry.
[ A single finger is tapped against the toy’s base, wiggling it within him and nudging the angle to shift slightly. Letting him feel the movement of it, even when Olivine still has to hold completely still.
And he bites down lightly against the inside of the man’s thigh in playful teasing before turning back to the task the card had given him, teasing that sensitive ring of muscle with his tongue.
Although Olivine has a point in that he’s growing so much slicker from the stimulation. Means he can lap up the taste of it from Olivine’s skin even as he teases the man even more. ]
[it's such a small movement, but Olivine is so worked up it may as well have been a full thrust for how it shifts against his prostate. again his hips jolt, and again he manages to settle back into behaving for now. how much longer? not that much, if the tremble of his fingers is anything to go by.
the soft little bite doesn't help at all, a sharp curse escaping his lips when Sylvain returns to his task. he can't remember the last time it was like this—it hasn't been, really, not where he had to both endure the teasing and also be still.
... but God, it's only been a couple of minutes at most and he already wants to give up, actually? more still when the redhead's teasing starts to meld with everything else in the pleasant haze of it, a flicker of sensation against the constant buzz. nails dig in, release, and he considers the merits of giving up right here and now.
then again, it won't be much longer before he can't hold on anyway.]
[ Sylvain may also be… setting him up to fail. Especially when, after several more moments when he can feel that resolve wavering, Olivine’s need to move, to beg, to do anything in response to the teasing…
He’s totally “helping” when he curls his fingers around the base of that toy and starts to nudge it in and out of Olivine’s hole in time to the slide of his tongue. Shallow thrusts, more of a rocking motion than anything. But each shift of motion grinds the vibrating length down against Olivine’s prostate. ]
[just maybe, he's doing that. maybe, indeed. for Olivine, this is probably a pretty impressive showing of restraint between the two of them, too.
which is why he's maybe not as embarrassed when Sylvain starts moving that toy and he's left crying out, jolting and arching as it grinds against his prostate and he can't help but lean up into it, the earlier warning forgotten. it's only by the fact that his nails give him something else to focus on that they don't release his legs entirely, grip tight enough to dig into pale flesh.]
[ But of course the toy slows, stills, when Olivine starts to move. He doesn’t withdraw it outright - Olivine had managed to keep his legs held spread for him after all and is still holding that position.
But rimming is rather difficult when the target starts squirming for more.
Not that he really minds, and the grin curving against the soft flesh of Olivine’s inner thigh is more than enough proof of that. ]
[ He knows that’s not what the priest is begging for but he teases him with it anyway. Twists the toy within him as he grinds it back in again. Sees how far he can push him with just this. ]
[he was already about at his limit, all things considered, so it's not a terrible surprise when Olivine's body wrenches in response to the grinding, twisting sensation buzzing against every part of him. the fingers of one hand lose their hold in a rough scrape of pale skin to grasp desperately at the sheets, orgasm right there; getting back to the exact position is an impossibility at this point and he knows it. if he dug any harder he'd probably break skin, and that would probably make Sylvain stop too... so this will have to do, whatever the redhead decides.]
[ A laugh, when Olivine finally breaks, but his hands are quick to catch the grip he couldn’t hold on to. He pushes the priest’s legs sharply back to his chest, pinning them there with his own strength now and holding him in place.
And never once lets his tongue drift away, although he nudges the toy now with each circle around his hole. Laps in alongside it, pressing deeper, pushing inside. Nudging the vibrator with his cheek to keep it moving. Making the stimulation unpredictable - especially since he’s not using his hands for any of it, occupied elsewhere as they were. ]
I want you to come for me, Olivine. [ He murmurs the words against the inside of his thigh as his teeth scrape there, sharp and possessive. ] I can feel how close you are. Spill for me again.
[Sylvain doesn't leave him to his own failures long. hands pin his legs down and his back arches into them, brows furrowing. his tongue doesn't stop either, and Olivine can't help but be a little envious of the control in it—in the brief seconds where he can think straight with his tongue circling his hole, finally, finally dipping inward alongside the erratic movement of the vibrator.]
I... Syl... God, fuck. [teeth scrape a thigh and he shudders at the sound of his voice, the sensation sharp against skin.] Coming... I'm coming again—
[honestly, he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to, even if Sylvain demanded it. warm heat splashes over his chest and just barely onto his jaw, his vision fading briefly out as everything tightens up to trembling.]
[ That’s four. But he’s pretty sure he can get five out of this easily enough with a little work. Which is why he doesn’t even give Olivine time to come down after that orgasm. Instead, he nudges the pulsating vibrations of the toy a notch higher, that humming buzz getting a little louder, even as he uses one hand to fuck Olivine with it while the other still keeps one leg bent up and pinned against his chest.
And his tongue never lets up in its torment, rimming him around the buzzing toy, stretching him wider that the dildo can manage and lapping up the slick that coats his skin as he drives him higher, hard and fast. ]
[Sylvain's definitely read him right, and Olivine practically has to bury his face in the bed just to endure the onslaught of vibration fucking into his prostate and ramping him up even higher. That his tongue doesn't retreat at all only makes it worse, greedy hole clenching down on it when it presses inside to stretch him a little wider, legs trembling.
It's no surprise that Sylvain's name becomes a slurred mantra alongside his pleading, and probably not a surprise that the second consecutive orgasm is going to take most of the redhead's strength to keep Olivine in place through. His body wrenches in the face of it, sensitivity digging into his concentration as the buzzing turns to wonderfully awful ache. There isn't even much less spend this second time—fifth time, whatever. It's a much bigger mess too, splattering on skin and sheets alike, his toes curled as he attempts to come back to earth after that one.]
[ Except Sylvain has also been teasing himself this entire time, his cock aching hard and still barely held back by the ring about his base. He holds Olivine down through that next orgasm - if barely, as the priest's body twists and strains as pleasure washes through him, making an even bigger mess of his stomach as he spills.
But there's little pause between those gasping breaths, cock still twitching against his stomach, before Sylvain is all but ripping the toy from his ass and tossing it aside without a care, hearing the vibrations die down - or maybe just grow muffled with distance, he doesn't actually care as he crawls up Olivine's body, eyes dark and wild. ]
Need to fuck you, Oli...
[ Done with the game, his control unraveling, he fists one hand in Oli's hair as he drags him closer and slides in between those spread legs. There's no hesitation now as he guides his own cock to that slick hole and thrusts inside with one sharp rock of his hips, burying himself completely. The toy had stretched him enough and he's slick enough that there's not a lot of resistance, but he's still bigger than the toy had been as he pushes into Olivine's body. he groans with need, hips starting to rock with a desperate rhythm, even as his lips crash against the other man's, hungry and demanding. ]
[The toy pulls out of him and clatters somewhere on the ground, leaving his hole twitching desperately in protest. Not for long, he soothes himself, as Sylvain climbs over him, gaze full of dark and desperate need.]
Ghh... finally...
[It's barely even a word slurred across his lips, broken into a moan as strong fingers fist in his hair and drag him closer. Despite the fact that he's definitely oversensitive now, Olivine relishes in the slide of Sylvain's cock into his hole, moaning helplessly as sharp, electric ache flickers through him. Hips buck into his and the priest shifts, sliding an arm around his shoulder and a leg around his thigh to anchor them together.
Lips capture his and he responds in kind, tongue clashing with the other's in feverish hunger. Meanwhile he's left shuddering as his abused hole twitches and squeezes with every thrust, cries and moans rising sharp and helpless in the air.]
Hu... hurry... fuck, hurts... so good...
[coherency is absolutely out of the question, and even Olivine isn't entirely sure what he's saying or what he wants, other than for Sylvain to fill him up again.]
[ He gives him exactly what he wants, fucking into him with sharp, rough thrusts, burying himself over and over again as he pants for air against Olivine's lips, moaning. He maybe should have gotten rid of the ring first, but this is the kind that only holds back an orgasm to an extent, not completely. And without it? He would have come within the first few thrusts, so he's grateful that he can drag it out more. Wanting to enjoy the feel of Olivine so hot and tight around him, when this is all he's wanted this entire time. ]
Fuck, fuck, Oli, still so tight. Need...
[ He's not exactly coherent either, as his teeth bite down on Olivine's lower lip as his pace speeds, stutters, picks up again, faster and rougher, hips snapping up to sheathe himself fully over and over again. ]
[They may have overworked themselves in the moment, really. Not that it's a problem—it's an enjoyable feeling despite it all. Even if it hadn't ended with the pleasant ache of Sylvain's cock inside him, he'd have enjoyed it.]
Haah... keep... nngh... [His back arches as teeth nip at his lip, gaze unfocusing for a moment.] Fuck... gimme...
[hurry, deeper, hot. He can't be sure if he says any of the words aloud but they crash into his senses with every snap of hips, slapping lewdly in the air. Panting breaths have his tongue out fully, body absolutely squeezing tight to try and milk Sylvain through the ring. A little more, just a little. He's sure of it—]
One more time, Oli. Come for me. Want to feel you…
[ He pants the words out against the man’s lips as he grasps his hips, slamming into him deeply over and over again. Feeling Olivine clench around him, trying to drag his own orgasm out of him. He’s so fucking close, teetering on that edge, but he really does want to feel Olivine clench and spasm around him one more time as he comes.
[it isn't the first time he's come this many times this rapidly, but it's a little more intense this way. legs tremble as he holds on, jolting with every slam of hips that threatens to leave him screaming. there's a thread of dizziness to it when the last orgasm shudders through him, just this side of discomfort. worth it, to feel Sylvain spill inside him alongside every clench and spasm, but God, it's a lot even for him.
six had been the wager, after all. one that Olivine very nearly just had to accept was hubris, in fact.]
[ Sylvain spills inside him finally with a breathless cry, cock aching and pulsing deep within the other man. He can feel Olivine slump back to the bed beneath him and Sylvain goes with him, releasing his hold on his legs as he half collapses, half braces over him and buries his face against Olivine’s throat.
Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
[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.]
[ Sylvain gives him another light kiss before Olivine’s words remind him of that and he casts the priest a sheepish look in apology. ]
Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
[there's a little wince when he pulls the clamps free, a hiss of breath as blood flow returns to normal. no, it doesn't help with the current ache, but it also doesn't leave them vulnerable to getting worse.]
Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
[ Tossing the clamps aside, Sylvain just wraps his arms around Olivine and draws him in close. Wrapping around him, their legs tangled together, he presses a kiss to the top of Olivine’s head, lips curled in a lazy, sated smile. ]
[nestling in close, Olivine closes an eye as Sylvain kisses his forehead, fingers reaching up to brush his hair back. His cheek presses into the redhead's chest, rubbing lightly against the hair there, and he has to laugh as he speaks.]
Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
Mmmm. Maybe we should. Although I don’t think we’d actually have trouble coming up with ideas and dares, between the two of us.
[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
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Date: 2024-03-17 03:41 am (UTC)[ A single finger is tapped against the toy’s base, wiggling it within him and nudging the angle to shift slightly. Letting him feel the movement of it, even when Olivine still has to hold completely still.
And he bites down lightly against the inside of the man’s thigh in playful teasing before turning back to the task the card had given him, teasing that sensitive ring of muscle with his tongue.
Although Olivine has a point in that he’s growing so much slicker from the stimulation. Means he can lap up the taste of it from Olivine’s skin even as he teases the man even more. ]
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:01 am (UTC)[it's such a small movement, but Olivine is so worked up it may as well have been a full thrust for how it shifts against his prostate. again his hips jolt, and again he manages to settle back into behaving for now. how much longer? not that much, if the tremble of his fingers is anything to go by.
the soft little bite doesn't help at all, a sharp curse escaping his lips when Sylvain returns to his task. he can't remember the last time it was like this—it hasn't been, really, not where he had to both endure the teasing and also be still.
... but God, it's only been a couple of minutes at most and he already wants to give up, actually? more still when the redhead's teasing starts to meld with everything else in the pleasant haze of it, a flicker of sensation against the constant buzz. nails dig in, release, and he considers the merits of giving up right here and now.
then again, it won't be much longer before he can't hold on anyway.]
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:12 am (UTC)He’s totally “helping” when he curls his fingers around the base of that toy and starts to nudge it in and out of Olivine’s hole in time to the slide of his tongue. Shallow thrusts, more of a rocking motion than anything. But each shift of motion grinds the vibrating length down against Olivine’s prostate. ]
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:27 am (UTC)which is why he's maybe not as embarrassed when Sylvain starts moving that toy and he's left crying out, jolting and arching as it grinds against his prostate and he can't help but lean up into it, the earlier warning forgotten. it's only by the fact that his nails give him something else to focus on that they don't release his legs entirely, grip tight enough to dig into pale flesh.]
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Date: 2024-03-17 04:30 am (UTC)But rimming is rather difficult when the target starts squirming for more.
Not that he really minds, and the grin curving against the soft flesh of Olivine’s inner thigh is more than enough proof of that. ]
Too much, Olivine? Perhaps I should stop?
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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...
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Date: 2024-03-18 12:54 am (UTC)[ He knows that’s not what the priest is begging for but he teases him with it anyway. Twists the toy within him as he grinds it back in again. Sees how far he can push him with just this. ]
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Date: 2024-03-18 06:21 am (UTC)[he was already about at his limit, all things considered, so it's not a terrible surprise when Olivine's body wrenches in response to the grinding, twisting sensation buzzing against every part of him. the fingers of one hand lose their hold in a rough scrape of pale skin to grasp desperately at the sheets, orgasm right there; getting back to the exact position is an impossibility at this point and he knows it. if he dug any harder he'd probably break skin, and that would probably make Sylvain stop too... so this will have to do, whatever the redhead decides.]
Gghn... please...
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Date: 2024-03-21 04:01 am (UTC)And never once lets his tongue drift away, although he nudges the toy now with each circle around his hole. Laps in alongside it, pressing deeper, pushing inside. Nudging the vibrator with his cheek to keep it moving. Making the stimulation unpredictable - especially since he’s not using his hands for any of it, occupied elsewhere as they were. ]
I want you to come for me, Olivine. [ He murmurs the words against the inside of his thigh as his teeth scrape there, sharp and possessive. ] I can feel how close you are. Spill for me again.
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Date: 2024-03-21 08:29 am (UTC)I... Syl... God, fuck. [teeth scrape a thigh and he shudders at the sound of his voice, the sensation sharp against skin.] Coming... I'm coming again—
[honestly, he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to, even if Sylvain demanded it. warm heat splashes over his chest and just barely onto his jaw, his vision fading briefly out as everything tightens up to trembling.]
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Date: 2024-03-21 02:51 pm (UTC)And his tongue never lets up in its torment, rimming him around the buzzing toy, stretching him wider that the dildo can manage and lapping up the slick that coats his skin as he drives him higher, hard and fast. ]
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Date: 2024-03-21 04:00 pm (UTC)[Sylvain's definitely read him right, and Olivine practically has to bury his face in the bed just to endure the onslaught of vibration fucking into his prostate and ramping him up even higher. That his tongue doesn't retreat at all only makes it worse, greedy hole clenching down on it when it presses inside to stretch him a little wider, legs trembling.
It's no surprise that Sylvain's name becomes a slurred mantra alongside his pleading, and probably not a surprise that the second consecutive orgasm is going to take most of the redhead's strength to keep Olivine in place through. His body wrenches in the face of it, sensitivity digging into his concentration as the buzzing turns to wonderfully awful ache. There isn't even much less spend this second time—fifth time, whatever. It's a much bigger mess too, splattering on skin and sheets alike, his toes curled as he attempts to come back to earth after that one.]
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Date: 2024-03-21 04:55 pm (UTC)But there's little pause between those gasping breaths, cock still twitching against his stomach, before Sylvain is all but ripping the toy from his ass and tossing it aside without a care, hearing the vibrations die down - or maybe just grow muffled with distance, he doesn't actually care as he crawls up Olivine's body, eyes dark and wild. ]
Need to fuck you, Oli...
[ Done with the game, his control unraveling, he fists one hand in Oli's hair as he drags him closer and slides in between those spread legs. There's no hesitation now as he guides his own cock to that slick hole and thrusts inside with one sharp rock of his hips, burying himself completely. The toy had stretched him enough and he's slick enough that there's not a lot of resistance, but he's still bigger than the toy had been as he pushes into Olivine's body. he groans with need, hips starting to rock with a desperate rhythm, even as his lips crash against the other man's, hungry and demanding. ]
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Date: 2024-03-21 05:17 pm (UTC)Ghh... finally...
[It's barely even a word slurred across his lips, broken into a moan as strong fingers fist in his hair and drag him closer. Despite the fact that he's definitely oversensitive now, Olivine relishes in the slide of Sylvain's cock into his hole, moaning helplessly as sharp, electric ache flickers through him. Hips buck into his and the priest shifts, sliding an arm around his shoulder and a leg around his thigh to anchor them together.
Lips capture his and he responds in kind, tongue clashing with the other's in feverish hunger. Meanwhile he's left shuddering as his abused hole twitches and squeezes with every thrust, cries and moans rising sharp and helpless in the air.]
Hu... hurry... fuck, hurts... so good...
[coherency is absolutely out of the question, and even Olivine isn't entirely sure what he's saying or what he wants, other than for Sylvain to fill him up again.]
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Date: 2024-03-21 05:27 pm (UTC)Fuck, fuck, Oli, still so tight. Need...
[ He's not exactly coherent either, as his teeth bite down on Olivine's lower lip as his pace speeds, stutters, picks up again, faster and rougher, hips snapping up to sheathe himself fully over and over again. ]
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Date: 2024-03-21 11:56 pm (UTC)Haah... keep... nngh... [His back arches as teeth nip at his lip, gaze unfocusing for a moment.] Fuck... gimme...
[hurry, deeper, hot. He can't be sure if he says any of the words aloud but they crash into his senses with every snap of hips, slapping lewdly in the air. Panting breaths have his tongue out fully, body absolutely squeezing tight to try and milk Sylvain through the ring. A little more, just a little. He's sure of it—]
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Date: 2024-03-22 12:13 am (UTC)[ He pants the words out against the man’s lips as he grasps his hips, slamming into him deeply over and over again. Feeling Olivine clench around him, trying to drag his own orgasm out of him. He’s so fucking close, teetering on that edge, but he really does want to feel Olivine clench and spasm around him one more time as he comes.
He’d promised him six, after all. ]
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Date: 2024-03-22 04:04 am (UTC)[it isn't the first time he's come this many times this rapidly, but it's a little more intense this way. legs tremble as he holds on, jolting with every slam of hips that threatens to leave him screaming. there's a thread of dizziness to it when the last orgasm shudders through him, just this side of discomfort. worth it, to feel Sylvain spill inside him alongside every clench and spasm, but God, it's a lot even for him.
six had been the wager, after all. one that Olivine very nearly just had to accept was hubris, in fact.]
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Date: 2024-03-22 04:09 am (UTC)Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, Oli.
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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.]
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Date: 2024-03-22 05:06 am (UTC)Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
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Date: 2024-03-22 07:55 am (UTC)Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
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Date: 2024-03-23 07:34 pm (UTC)I think this might be my new favorite game.
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Date: 2024-03-23 09:05 pm (UTC)Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
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Date: 2024-03-23 09:12 pm (UTC)[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
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