[Olivine's hips rise gently as a hand braces his back, toes finding purchase against the bed and thighs still softly boxing him in place. There's no surprise to being taken to the root by Eiden, of all people, just warm pleasure mixed with fondness. (Eiden is cringe but he's so cute still... not that Olivine needs to be shown how to really suck dick, Grand Sorcerer.)

He looks so cute like that though, red tinging his ears from praise, lips wrapped around the priest's cock. Then he's pulling off, and Olivine's breath hitches as that length smacks a warm cheek. It's—so much more embarrassing to watch him tease it that way, his mouth gentle and sweet as his tongue. Every little lick makes him squirm beautifully, and his breath puffs out in a sort of laugh at those words.]

That's good... I wouldn't want to fail to treat the birthday boy properly... [one hand drifts downward to stroke his other cheek.] It's all for you, so have your fill.

[He feels so... warm, saying it. A little embarrassed, but it's worth it for Eiden. (Really, it's so funny how swiftly he swings from embarrassing to absolutely lewd. Why is he like this)]