[as Ashe resists, Olivine... does nothing of the sort. it's not completely unlike his time as an incubus, slave to his instincts and wants—but this time, there's much less unfamiliarity. the warmth of his heat isn't that different from a normal day for the priest, when he lets himself be all he wants.]

... why would you need to control yourself, Ashe? [with their foreheads pressed together, his nose nudges the other man's in lieu of meeting lips to lips just yet.] Or move? Is this not comfortable enough?

[ache lances through him again, and a whine bubbles up from his chest. okay, that's a bit different from usual. the following thoughts, even as he voices them, aren't exactly his own either. heat pushes him to want, to press against his companion's limits, playfully offering himself to whoever has the strength to take him.]

Or do you want to make sure everyone can see it? Show them all you're strong enough to keep me all to yourself...