[though he certainly makes some sounds of surprise, Olivine has definitely grown used to the way Kleken's tentacles manhandle him. if he wasn't, after how long they'd driven him insane at their last meeting, that might be more worrisome. the tug of them makes the priest feel crazy, arms bound up and legs spread over Kleken, relative warmth of his thighs against his own.
You do look quite uncomfortable down here, don't you?
Kleken asks it, and then his hand teases over that material and he whines against the tentacle still fucking his throat, hips squirming as he cups Olivine's balls. not that he can move much on account of the tentacles, but he still tries to be mobile.]
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You do look quite uncomfortable down here, don't you?
Kleken asks it, and then his hand teases over that material and he whines against the tentacle still fucking his throat, hips squirming as he cups Olivine's balls. not that he can move much on account of the tentacles, but he still tries to be mobile.]