[His chest rises and falls with every breath, chains faintly glimmering in the parasol-muted light. It's embarrassing, the way his gaze lingers, and yet that seems to have the perfect effect on him.
But his embarrassment is waylaid by the brush of fingers dipping over planes and curves. It draws his attention back to his own body, to the way he wants for more with every inch traversed. Baptiste touches the gemstone and he actually jolts, biting back his moan when that touch draws down just beneath it. Indeed, there seems to be nothing piercing-like at all regarding that.
He would explain if he was able to think past the unbearably sweet addiction of the other's attention. But he speaks and Olivine's lips part to respond only to be caught in a trembling oh as fingers dip down and teeth close to tug chains in time with the shift of his head.]
Nnghaah—!! Oh, God...
[hips rise as the chains pull taut, his cock throbbing in the warmth of the other's grasp. Fingers tangle in soft hair as his brows furrow, and his hips tremble sweetly. An unmistakably positive reaction, to be sure.]
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[His chest rises and falls with every breath, chains faintly glimmering in the parasol-muted light. It's embarrassing, the way his gaze lingers, and yet that seems to have the perfect effect on him.
But his embarrassment is waylaid by the brush of fingers dipping over planes and curves. It draws his attention back to his own body, to the way he wants for more with every inch traversed. Baptiste touches the gemstone and he actually jolts, biting back his moan when that touch draws down just beneath it. Indeed, there seems to be nothing piercing-like at all regarding that.
He would explain if he was able to think past the unbearably sweet addiction of the other's attention. But he speaks and Olivine's lips part to respond only to be caught in a trembling oh as fingers dip down and teeth close to tug chains in time with the shift of his head.]
Nnghaah—!! Oh, God...
[hips rise as the chains pull taut, his cock throbbing in the warmth of the other's grasp. Fingers tangle in soft hair as his brows furrow, and his hips tremble sweetly. An unmistakably positive reaction, to be sure.]