[ it takes everything in tseng not to smile outright at how obviously horny olivine's expression is when their gazes meet. not like it's a surprise—olivine is exquisitely sensitive, especially at his chest—but considering how little tseng has actually even touched him, it is a little charming to see the flush in his cheeks and hear that woozy pleasure in his tone. ]
This one? [ tseng presses a finger lightly to the o-ring in the middle of the lingerie, settled between olivine's pecs. ] Would you make the jewelry part of the outfit, then?
[ now that he's done it once, it's much less daunting to go ahead and just do the other side as well. with just as much care, and just as many gentle (and less gentle) brushes of his fingers against olivine's chest, tseng carefully unfastens the existing barbell and deposits the chain into olivine's waiting hand, then repeats his earlier approach, almost playful as he coaxes olivine's other nipple to harden before he slides the barbell through its hole.
once they're both settled in place and the chain is draped nicely across olivine's chest, tseng allows himself the indulgence of touching properly. his hands come to rest on olivine's ribs and his thumbs each find one nipple, rubbing in a slow, firm circle before he lets go to follow the chain that connects to the necklace that will circle olivine's throat. ]
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This one? [ tseng presses a finger lightly to the o-ring in the middle of the lingerie, settled between olivine's pecs. ] Would you make the jewelry part of the outfit, then?
[ now that he's done it once, it's much less daunting to go ahead and just do the other side as well. with just as much care, and just as many gentle (and less gentle) brushes of his fingers against olivine's chest, tseng carefully unfastens the existing barbell and deposits the chain into olivine's waiting hand, then repeats his earlier approach, almost playful as he coaxes olivine's other nipple to harden before he slides the barbell through its hole.
once they're both settled in place and the chain is draped nicely across olivine's chest, tseng allows himself the indulgence of touching properly. his hands come to rest on olivine's ribs and his thumbs each find one nipple, rubbing in a slow, firm circle before he lets go to follow the chain that connects to the necklace that will circle olivine's throat. ]