Milk? He can taste a bit of essence in it, and it’s just as well that his face is currently buried in Olivine’s chest or the latter would’ve witnessed something truly mortifying.
He’d studied plenty enough to know that it could be a possibility, but to have it played out right before him…even Eiden hadn’t…
He takes a moment to recover, hastily lapping up that nipple for another beat or two longer, before he deems himself sufficiently composed to stare up at Olivine and check on his reaction. He’d sounded like he enjoyed it, and yet…
Dante can’t help that mix of lust and confusion painting his cheeks bright red, as he struggles to come to terms with the fact that he can be both at the same time.
“Credit where it’s due, priest. You’re far more of a challenge than expected.”
That’s a good thing in his book, but he’s completely unaware of Olivine’s little issues…
no subject
He’d studied plenty enough to know that it could be a possibility, but to have it played out right before him…even Eiden hadn’t…
He takes a moment to recover, hastily lapping up that nipple for another beat or two longer, before he deems himself sufficiently composed to stare up at Olivine and check on his reaction. He’d sounded like he enjoyed it, and yet…
Dante can’t help that mix of lust and confusion painting his cheeks bright red, as he struggles to come to terms with the fact that he can be both at the same time.
“Credit where it’s due, priest. You’re far more of a challenge than expected.”
That’s a good thing in his book, but he’s completely unaware of Olivine’s little issues…