[that hadn't been the reaction he expected, though in retrospect he probably should have. He'd been planning on finding ways to just lead without looking too much, but that's clearly out of the question. A large arm wraps around his waist and Olivine's breath hitches softly as he's pulled between large rocks. It feels quieter here, secluded even compared to before.]
... alright. I'll follow your—
[... he'd always known just how big Quincy's hands were. How warm and firm they could be had been a frequent thought even, but it's the way fingers wrap around his neck that derails his train of thought. His pulse is strong despite the flutter of it, and the priest's head tilts up to gaze right back.
For just a brief moment, his lashes flutter almost closed as that thumb presses in beneath his lower lip. They part just faintly to permit the brush of a pink tongue against the suddenly dry feeling, heat swelling in his senses.
Now. the words are so thick with intention that he feels nearly paralysed in his rising want. Unable to find the simple words, he answers with a nod instead, hand reaching up to brush through soft blond locks.]
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[that hadn't been the reaction he expected, though in retrospect he probably should have. He'd been planning on finding ways to just lead without looking too much, but that's clearly out of the question. A large arm wraps around his waist and Olivine's breath hitches softly as he's pulled between large rocks. It feels quieter here, secluded even compared to before.]
... alright. I'll follow your—
[... he'd always known just how big Quincy's hands were. How warm and firm they could be had been a frequent thought even, but it's the way fingers wrap around his neck that derails his train of thought. His pulse is strong despite the flutter of it, and the priest's head tilts up to gaze right back.
For just a brief moment, his lashes flutter almost closed as that thumb presses in beneath his lower lip. They part just faintly to permit the brush of a pink tongue against the suddenly dry feeling, heat swelling in his senses.
Now. the words are so thick with intention that he feels nearly paralysed in his rising want. Unable to find the simple words, he answers with a nod instead, hand reaching up to brush through soft blond locks.]