[ now that, tseng doesn't believe in an instant. even the suggestion is enough to make him smile into the kiss, his arms circling olivine's waist to hold him as their lips move together. despite the, yes, impatient way olivine seeks to deepen the kiss, tseng keeps it infuriatingly slow and thorough, indulging for a long minute in the delicate taste of olivine's mouth before coaxing his lips to part so tseng's tongue can slip inside and taste there, too.
by the time they pull apart, tseng's breath is coming a little quicker and he's noticeably getting hard in his slacks, but otherwise he looks composed as he studies olivine from such a close distance. ]
What to do, [ he says, his tone so serious that it can't be anything other than playful. ] I can hardly see your outfit from this angle.
[ wasn't olivine supposed to be showing off clothes to him? well, how is tseng meant to see the clothes if they're all pressed against each other and making out? he lets his hands slip down to olivine's waist, his hips, then gently pushes him back so tseng can look down at the full length of him, long limbs clad in delicate lace and ribbon. ]
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by the time they pull apart, tseng's breath is coming a little quicker and he's noticeably getting hard in his slacks, but otherwise he looks composed as he studies olivine from such a close distance. ]
What to do, [ he says, his tone so serious that it can't be anything other than playful. ] I can hardly see your outfit from this angle.
[ wasn't olivine supposed to be showing off clothes to him? well, how is tseng meant to see the clothes if they're all pressed against each other and making out? he lets his hands slip down to olivine's waist, his hips, then gently pushes him back so tseng can look down at the full length of him, long limbs clad in delicate lace and ribbon. ]
Why don't you show me properly?