Oh no, we both know you didn't ~ I can smell it on you, it's been all you,
[unlike Olivine's almost cozy, milky scent, Reno smells of the air just after a thunderstorm and the almost metallic scent of ozone, Reno reminiscent of his preferred weapon and the sparks that seem to run though his veins and body at all times. A stark contrast to the priest's scent, but it still seems to mix so well.
Reno also isn't unaffected by the whole thing, his flimsy excuse of an outfit already tenting slightly even before he pulls Olivine closer.
He runs his hands over the muscular body, pressing himself against that chest when his hands aren't exploring it and before he can make another remark of where else they should go then, he feels soft lips against his.
It's the last soft thing to happen really, because the moment their lips touch, Reno reaches up with one hand to grab the back of Olivine's head and part his lips wide to push his tongue into the priest's mouth while he leans back and pulls Olivine right with him.]
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I can smell it on you, it's been all you,
[unlike Olivine's almost cozy, milky scent, Reno smells of the air just after a thunderstorm and the almost metallic scent of ozone, Reno reminiscent of his preferred weapon and the sparks that seem to run though his veins and body at all times.
A stark contrast to the priest's scent, but it still seems to mix so well.
Reno also isn't unaffected by the whole thing, his flimsy excuse of an outfit already tenting slightly even before he pulls Olivine closer.
He runs his hands over the muscular body, pressing himself against that chest when his hands aren't exploring it and before he can make another remark of where else they should go then, he feels soft lips against his.
It's the last soft thing to happen really, because the moment their lips touch, Reno reaches up with one hand to grab the back of Olivine's head and part his lips wide to push his tongue into the priest's mouth while he leans back and pulls Olivine right with him.]