[warmly spoken. Olivine is a funny sort of man, soft and curvy except where decades of training have built muscle. soft skin, soft lips—and he moves slowly in following that kiss, enthusiasm thrumming just under the surface. Ragna strikes him as the type to enjoy leading, after all, decisive and fiery. a moan meets his lips and the priest responds in kind, parting them to allow entry.
his tongue is delayed just briefly when the taller man's hand squeezes his plush backside, exhaling a shuddery groan before fingers shift down to brace on a shoulder, the other still kneading through his hair. of course, there is the matter of the tongue piercing Ragna's going to be abruptly introduced to, with their tongues meeting now.]
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[warmly spoken. Olivine is a funny sort of man, soft and curvy except where decades of training have built muscle. soft skin, soft lips—and he moves slowly in following that kiss, enthusiasm thrumming just under the surface. Ragna strikes him as the type to enjoy leading, after all, decisive and fiery. a moan meets his lips and the priest responds in kind, parting them to allow entry.
his tongue is delayed just briefly when the taller man's hand squeezes his plush backside, exhaling a shuddery groan before fingers shift down to brace on a shoulder, the other still kneading through his hair. of course, there is the matter of the tongue piercing Ragna's going to be abruptly introduced to, with their tongues meeting now.]