[tugged between the sweet agony of his teasing and the equally sweet agony of his compliance, Olivine has to metaphorically hold on (physically, of course, he's also still holding on). it's almost predatory, pleasantly so, as tongue abandons flesh and leaves the air to caress it instead.
more still, he's not left completely alone, and so it's impossible to wind down. he speaks, tone husky and drawing him right back into his grasp...]
Haah... nothing... it's just... sensitive... [he's not dumb enough to think Baptiste doesn't know what he's doing, of course. especially as he asks it that way, while still teasing him into a practical puddle.]
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more still, he's not left completely alone, and so it's impossible to wind down. he speaks, tone husky and drawing him right back into his grasp...]
Haah... nothing... it's just... sensitive... [he's not dumb enough to think Baptiste doesn't know what he's doing, of course. especially as he asks it that way, while still teasing him into a practical puddle.]