[Baptiste's echo of the other's sentiment is smooth, silky. A façade of feigned innocence as his fingers finally pull away from the nipple they've coaxed to attention. His eyes linger on the hardened peaks. The lingering taste of milky skin, sweat, and cream in Baptiste's mouth nearly drives him to return. To tease poor Olivine's sensitive chest to test just how long it would take before the man couldn't help but beg for more...
Yes his fingers find something much more promising to trace. He follows the curves and lines of muscle. A traced fingernail under Olivine's pectoral and down his side. Surveying each line down the side of the man's abdomen before his touch dips further. A curious touch to the gem embedded in the man's navel - and a pause as Baptiste realizes that doesn't seem to be jewelry. He blinks. Traces another teasing touch just below it.]
Very well then~ I shouldn't keep you waiting then.
[Inch by inch - and yet just as he begins to dip beyond hip bone, Baptiste's mouth returns to work its reverence. Though instead of sucking a nipple back between his lips, he finds himself going for the chain. A metallic taste fills his mouth. The side of his mouth quirks in amusement before he tugs his head backward and takes the chain with him.
Just as he pulls this chain playfully taut, his other hand slips to cup at the other's arousal.]
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[Baptiste's echo of the other's sentiment is smooth, silky. A façade of feigned innocence as his fingers finally pull away from the nipple they've coaxed to attention. His eyes linger on the hardened peaks. The lingering taste of milky skin, sweat, and cream in Baptiste's mouth nearly drives him to return. To tease poor Olivine's sensitive chest to test just how long it would take before the man couldn't help but beg for more...
Yes his fingers find something much more promising to trace. He follows the curves and lines of muscle. A traced fingernail under Olivine's pectoral and down his side. Surveying each line down the side of the man's abdomen before his touch dips further. A curious touch to the gem embedded in the man's navel - and a pause as Baptiste realizes that doesn't seem to be jewelry. He blinks. Traces another teasing touch just below it.]
Very well then~ I shouldn't keep you waiting then.
[Inch by inch - and yet just as he begins to dip beyond hip bone, Baptiste's mouth returns to work its reverence. Though instead of sucking a nipple back between his lips, he finds himself going for the chain. A metallic taste fills his mouth. The side of his mouth quirks in amusement before he tugs his head backward and takes the chain with him.
Just as he pulls this chain playfully taut, his other hand slips to cup at the other's arousal.]