[ olivine slides fingers into his hair and he feels the warm tears flow a little more earnestly as he lifts his hips and fucks into him again and again, wet and impassioned. he's gathered close and all he does is rock against him, a rolling of his hips before pulling out to buck back inside with a trembling noise.
when he lifts his head again, it's to nose gently against olivine cheek, to press their lips together and, fingers lost in his hair as well as he grinds against his prostate, pulls out to the tip of his head and thrusts back to roll and grind once more. ]
Oli... vine...
[ a whisper against him as he lets another hand find that pretty chain of his, fingers aiming to tug softly at it, following the line of it towards the gem pressed into his belly, fingers slick with essence as they brush it warmly. ]
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when he lifts his head again, it's to nose gently against olivine cheek, to press their lips together and, fingers lost in his hair as well as he grinds against his prostate, pulls out to the tip of his head and thrusts back to roll and grind once more. ]
Oli... vine...
[ a whisper against him as he lets another hand find that pretty chain of his, fingers aiming to tug softly at it, following the line of it towards the gem pressed into his belly, fingers slick with essence as they brush it warmly. ]