With no idea what to expect save what he can glean from his tone, Olivine is only vaguely aware of what he himself should be doing. Thankfully that doesn't matter overly much—proven quite handily by the way Dante grabs his hips and starts to pull back out.

"Ah—haaaugh—!" The sun lord hardly needs hawk eyes to see how Olivine reacts. He bottoms out with a harsh slap against the priest's plush ass, prompting the man to arch up and reach for something to hold onto. Whether that's the floor behind him, an object, or the other man hardly matters, and his cock throbs at the simulation. "Nngh... so good..."

Needless to say, he'll likely be just fine enduring his "training." Dante may be the one testing himself with just how tightly he priest squeezes on him at the roughest treatment.