[Olivine loses himself in the thick of it—the moment and the thoughts and feelings all mingled together. Beautiful, sweet, comforting. Eiden bottoms out in him, buries every inch in his willing body and stirs him up, and the wet, needy sound of their coupling says more than they ever could alone.
So he doesn't try to speak at all, at first. Mouths meet and his tongue joins enthusiastically, parting only when he must. Which is mostly to cry out as the other hammers his prostate, hips trembling as he pulls out to the tip only to slide home and grind against his insides.]
Nngh... ah... Eiden... I... haauh—!
[a tug at his chains is familiar, but the warm slick feeling of essence against his gemstone ignites a desperate hunger buried somehow below the surface.]
Your... fingers... nngh... I feel so... dizzy...
[His legs wrap around the slimmer man's hips, not tight enough to keep him from moving but certainly enough to keep him positioned so nicely.]
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So he doesn't try to speak at all, at first. Mouths meet and his tongue joins enthusiastically, parting only when he must. Which is mostly to cry out as the other hammers his prostate, hips trembling as he pulls out to the tip only to slide home and grind against his insides.]
Nngh... ah... Eiden... I... haauh—!
[a tug at his chains is familiar, but the warm slick feeling of essence against his gemstone ignites a desperate hunger buried somehow below the surface.]
Your... fingers... nngh... I feel so... dizzy...
[His legs wrap around the slimmer man's hips, not tight enough to keep him from moving but certainly enough to keep him positioned so nicely.]