[Eiden could be a fraud, but it wouldn't matter. Olivine would still follow him, still trust him with his own self. This weren't words and acts a fraud could manage.

He doesn't think about any of it, though, hasn't in a long time. Just like he doesn't say it, or emphasise the depth of truth in his words. Call it here and now, if he likes, so long as he can still see Eiden flourish. It would be enough.]

Eiden... huaagh—

[little nudges see him leaning back in the water, body wrenching briefly as lips curve over an earlobe to suck. Ahh, he's so weak to the other.]

You always... nngh...

[warm heat suffuses against his chest as Eiden draws water over it, shimmering in the low light as is breaths draw upward from belly to chest. It's no fair, as his moans and little cries rise in the too-open bath, how sweet it feels. Olivine still can't decide if he's more or less sensitive without the piercings, but...]

Mmh... I've been wanting to... show you anyway.

[hands reach back to find the edge of the tub, as if it's difficult. Olivine rises up a little as he leans back, broad chest and aching nipples on full display. Water clings sweetly to his legs, dripping down around the insides of his thighs where they rise out of its embrace.

And oh, he's missed Eiden. Every part of him has, but nowhere makes it more clear than his cock, throbbing and aching against the tones curve of his belly, hole twitching in impatient expectation. Even without speaking the words, it's clear in him. Of course, Olivine struggles to keep his mouth shut with the other, too.]

Eiden... I want you. Please...