[ pressing into olivine to the base always feels so good, a tight slide inwards as their essence co-mingling sends shivers down his spine. he presses his own body downwards, nudging them both flush as he lets his hips start to grind deeply from where he's fully swallowed up by olivine's body. ]
There... there you go...
[ he sighs it out as he shifts hands to wrap them around his shoulders, to card them through olivine's hair as he presses their foreheads close together and begins to move, hips pulling back to thrust inwards with an easy roll of muscle, feeling the wet noise of their skin clinging and pulling apart, damp with sweat and essence and the slickness coming from them both. eiden wonders, some days, how he could ever go back to any sort of normal life.
not because the sex is perfect, not because everyone is so damn beautiful, but because he can feel it, under his hands, a warmth that burgeons and that makes a heat at the corners of his eyes prick enough that he has to close them and bury his face in olivine's shoulder.
this is great, but he missed olivine - if stone had that capacity, he knows he'd have missed him. as it stands, just seeing the accumulated time put fear in his heart and a desire to clutch onto that lost time just to have it slip through his fingers. this is just a start, as his heart pounds hard and hot in his chest, as his fingers dig in and cling. ]
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There... there you go...
[ he sighs it out as he shifts hands to wrap them around his shoulders, to card them through olivine's hair as he presses their foreheads close together and begins to move, hips pulling back to thrust inwards with an easy roll of muscle, feeling the wet noise of their skin clinging and pulling apart, damp with sweat and essence and the slickness coming from them both. eiden wonders, some days, how he could ever go back to any sort of normal life.
not because the sex is perfect, not because everyone is so damn beautiful, but because he can feel it, under his hands, a warmth that burgeons and that makes a heat at the corners of his eyes prick enough that he has to close them and bury his face in olivine's shoulder.
this is great, but he missed olivine - if stone had that capacity, he knows he'd have missed him. as it stands, just seeing the accumulated time put fear in his heart and a desire to clutch onto that lost time just to have it slip through his fingers. this is just a start, as his heart pounds hard and hot in his chest, as his fingers dig in and cling. ]
Stay... here, stay close... hah... like this...