[ Soft skin. Soft lips. Aspects that couldn't be any more inviting to a man like Ragna now that he'd awoken this sexual side of himself. If Olivine's assessment of Ragna was that he enjoyed leading? He was right on the money. Call it a stubborn streak, but he's been fighting his whole life to come out on top. And if it meant that the priest got that domineering side in spades? He'd give it. When the seam of his lips parts to allow Ragna access, warm breath washes across the priest's as fireworks spark in his head at the wet roll of his tongue.
It's savoury...traces of the skewers they were indulging in just moments ago. And the dulled tang of a stud on Olivine's tongue that catches him by surprise. His eyes widen, drawing back only fleetingly to wet his lips as he's lost any kind of filter on his own words. ]
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It's savoury...traces of the skewers they were indulging in just moments ago. And the dulled tang of a stud on Olivine's tongue that catches him by surprise. His eyes widen, drawing back only fleetingly to wet his lips as he's lost any kind of filter on his own words. ]
Hahah...bet that stud drives all the guys wild.