[his expression speaks his promise, since Olivine hardly wants to pull back again so soon. not when Kaveh's taste is sweet on his tongue, when fingers tangle in his hair. the chances of the blond's wildest desires being enough to be too much for the priest are... infinitesimal, really, but the reassurance is there.
besides, he doesn't need to make that promise in this moment. he's not driving for anything more than Kaveh wants, what he's comfortable with. hips shift and he swallows, relaxing his jaw and throat to take him in deeper, as deep as he can. the brush of cock against the back of his throat is enough to pull a shiver out of the priest, and his thumb rubs idle circles against a thigh as his head moves.
a slow, easy pace first, green eyes flicking up to monitor Kaveh's reactions, only to pick up that pace, cheeks hollowing out to slurp more fervidly still. ah, but he really does taste good, not to mention how he sounds.]
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besides, he doesn't need to make that promise in this moment. he's not driving for anything more than Kaveh wants, what he's comfortable with. hips shift and he swallows, relaxing his jaw and throat to take him in deeper, as deep as he can. the brush of cock against the back of his throat is enough to pull a shiver out of the priest, and his thumb rubs idle circles against a thigh as his head moves.
a slow, easy pace first, green eyes flicking up to monitor Kaveh's reactions, only to pick up that pace, cheeks hollowing out to slurp more fervidly still. ah, but he really does taste good, not to mention how he sounds.]