[fingers slip beneath his waistband and Olivine's own shift their position on his shoulder. He makes no effort to slow the taller man, instead just keeping hold like it's going to keep him focused on some way (it won't). Especially with the splay of that hand over the aching swell of his cock, thick with need and all but dripping already.
A gentle twist and slow pace work wonders at cutting through his patience. Hips rise in time with every upward pull, and the priest can't help but give a soft laugh. At himself, mostly.]
You don't—nngh—need to be too gentle... with me. [They can talk about the depths of that masochism later... or something.]
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[fingers slip beneath his waistband and Olivine's own shift their position on his shoulder. He makes no effort to slow the taller man, instead just keeping hold like it's going to keep him focused on some way (it won't). Especially with the splay of that hand over the aching swell of his cock, thick with need and all but dripping already.
A gentle twist and slow pace work wonders at cutting through his patience. Hips rise in time with every upward pull, and the priest can't help but give a soft laugh. At himself, mostly.]
You don't—nngh—need to be too gentle... with me. [They can talk about the depths of that masochism later... or something.]