[Olivine gives a little squeak when Reno shifts them until he's laying on the altar, the shuffling of fabric loud in the otherwise empty set room. the altar itself is a little cold, he thinks, save where the other had been sitting—which is a thought he has amid the appreciation of Reno's strength and the crackle of electric desire that zips through him as red hair falls around them like a curtain.
the brush of his hand tugs lightly on his nipple clamps and Olivine arches up in turn, foot finding purchase on the edge of the altar and facilitating the way it slides under his outfit to tease at his cock.]
Ah... that's not... [not what? even he's not sure, hand curling over Reno's shoulder and his body shivering as his fingers tease between the skin-warmed ring and hotter still flesh.] You don't have to... tease there.
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the brush of his hand tugs lightly on his nipple clamps and Olivine arches up in turn, foot finding purchase on the edge of the altar and facilitating the way it slides under his outfit to tease at his cock.]
Ah... that's not... [not what? even he's not sure, hand curling over Reno's shoulder and his body shivering as his fingers tease between the skin-warmed ring and hotter still flesh.] You don't have to... tease there.
[but he likes the way it feels, of course.]