[Olivine can feel it, at least somewhat, in the way Eiden moves—it's not what makes him loud, but it certainly encourages it. That mouth of his is always so skilled too, has always found the right places to tease with devastating efficiency. Now is no different, his pulse strong and rapid, head tilting up in offering.
He's missed this so much, the warm resonance of their essence and the quiet, sweet comfort of their proximity. It's more thrilling even than the slow shift of his cock against a hip.]
Ah... you know I wouldn't stop you, Eiden... [His smile is lazy and hungry, fingers grazing over the other man's spine.] You'll always receive a warm welcome from every inch of me, hehe.
[how bold it feels, and how perfectly correct, with Eiden. The priest's cheeks are deeply red, not an ounce of hesitation as he moves, fully enjoying the rub of skin on skin and the shift of delicate chains.]
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He's missed this so much, the warm resonance of their essence and the quiet, sweet comfort of their proximity. It's more thrilling even than the slow shift of his cock against a hip.]
Ah... you know I wouldn't stop you, Eiden... [His smile is lazy and hungry, fingers grazing over the other man's spine.] You'll always receive a warm welcome from every inch of me, hehe.
[how bold it feels, and how perfectly correct, with Eiden. The priest's cheeks are deeply red, not an ounce of hesitation as he moves, fully enjoying the rub of skin on skin and the shift of delicate chains.]