[watching him move, Olivine can't help but be stricken by how protective he feels, all over again. it will never matter how long he's gone, he knows—with every fiber of his self, the priest wants to care for Eiden, to be by him, to shelter him from everything else.
it's all secondary to this moment, though. weak to his affection, he rises up with every touch, every lick and brush, weight shifting as hands adjust his legs and the brunet slides upwards between them. a shiver flickers through him at the familiar warmth of his cock, pressing against his entrance as he's pulled back into it.]
Always.
[his voice is breathy and soft, hands sliding up to secure around his shoulders, pure affection in his eyes as Eiden starts to press into him. it's so perfect every time, so tight against his walls, no matter how often they're like this.]
Nngh... you'll always fit me best... Eiden. Always have...
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it's all secondary to this moment, though. weak to his affection, he rises up with every touch, every lick and brush, weight shifting as hands adjust his legs and the brunet slides upwards between them. a shiver flickers through him at the familiar warmth of his cock, pressing against his entrance as he's pulled back into it.]
Always.
[his voice is breathy and soft, hands sliding up to secure around his shoulders, pure affection in his eyes as Eiden starts to press into him. it's so perfect every time, so tight against his walls, no matter how often they're like this.]
Nngh... you'll always fit me best... Eiden. Always have...