[Olivine is—sensitive. physically speaking, that is. it's a little comical sometimes, just how easily he sets to shivers, glancing up from behind long lashes.]

It's an answer that's enjoyable on either side, isn't it? The taste, the way it feels...

[setting the towel aside, the priest's fingers finally trail over Kaveh's cock, delicate but firm, getting a feel for its size as the other cups his balls, squeezing gently.]

And I'd be lying to say I'm not curious how you taste... sorry. [it's given sheepishly, considering their intentions before this, but honestly. he isn't that sorry, and it's clear by how little hesitation there is when he leans in, tongue dragging up from the base of his shaft to the tip, circling the head once, twice, before his mouth closes over it.]