Of course—though I doubt you'll need any guidance.
[As Tseng closes the distance between them, Olivine shifts to brace his hips on the dresser behind him. He's thought about it before, what it might feel like to have someone put his jewelry on for him—but none of those thoughts really come close to the actuality.
Partly because Tseng chooses to tease him, of course. Removing the piercing only seems to make his nipple more sensitive somehow, missing the familiar weight of the post on just one side. The nub is easily hardened as always, softly puffy and red from the stimulation.
By some miracle his chest isn't heaving yet by the time Tseng presses his thumb down, even if his breathing is a little quick. And the feeling of the post sliding into place is immensely pleasant—unsurprising, since he also enjoys putting them in, but notably different since he can only guess at each movement.]
... mmn. That's perfect. [He manages it with just a little bit of a dreamy lilt to his voice, lashes low.] As I thought... it feels even better when someone else does it.
[managing to make himself move even a little, the priest slides his fingers over the dangling chain of his previous jewelry, gathering it up in his palm so they don't have to catch it when the other is removed.]
I think I'll have to make one that utilises the ring in the top, [He remarks thoughtfully, pausing for a moment to see if Tseng moves to remove the second barbell, or if he should do so himself.]
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[As Tseng closes the distance between them, Olivine shifts to brace his hips on the dresser behind him. He's thought about it before, what it might feel like to have someone put his jewelry on for him—but none of those thoughts really come close to the actuality.
Partly because Tseng chooses to tease him, of course. Removing the piercing only seems to make his nipple more sensitive somehow, missing the familiar weight of the post on just one side. The nub is easily hardened as always, softly puffy and red from the stimulation.
By some miracle his chest isn't heaving yet by the time Tseng presses his thumb down, even if his breathing is a little quick. And the feeling of the post sliding into place is immensely pleasant—unsurprising, since he also enjoys putting them in, but notably different since he can only guess at each movement.]
... mmn. That's perfect. [He manages it with just a little bit of a dreamy lilt to his voice, lashes low.] As I thought... it feels even better when someone else does it.
[managing to make himself move even a little, the priest slides his fingers over the dangling chain of his previous jewelry, gathering it up in his palm so they don't have to catch it when the other is removed.]
I think I'll have to make one that utilises the ring in the top, [He remarks thoughtfully, pausing for a moment to see if Tseng moves to remove the second barbell, or if he should do so himself.]