[ Kaveh groans at the promise inherent in those words. He's never been one to be aggressive in his limited experiences being on this side of something like this, but something about the other's scent and the air in this place has him wanting to give in to what Olivine says, to stop holding himself back.
The teasing tongue at his sack before he speaks doesn't help, or the slow kiss before the other man resumes his movements. ]
A-ah, fuck.
[ It's a low, helpless groan as Kaveh's fingers tangle in Olivine's hair, and despite himself he lets his hips rock up into the other's mouth, as gentle as he can beβ still holding himself back, in some ways, but at least trying to give in to the other's words. ]
Mn. Make sure.. make sure to tell me though if.. if it's too much for you.
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The teasing tongue at his sack before he speaks doesn't help, or the slow kiss before the other man resumes his movements. ]
A-ah, fuck.
[ It's a low, helpless groan as Kaveh's fingers tangle in Olivine's hair, and despite himself he lets his hips rock up into the other's mouth, as gentle as he can beβ still holding himself back, in some ways, but at least trying to give in to the other's words. ]
Mn. Make sure.. make sure to tell me though if.. if it's too much for you.