[It's pleasantly infuriating, the way Tseng slows his impatience, dragging out the moments until some thread of instinct is about ready to snap. Even when his tongue finally slips between the priest's lips to tangle with his and explore, there's nothing unusual in the way it makes the priest shift, a concentrated effort not to squirm.]

Ah-haah... [lips pleasantly tingly and swollen, Olivine makes no effort to appear more composed than he is. His lashes remain low as Tseng speaks, a soft rumble in his throat as hands slide down his torso.] Did you not get a good enough view earlier...?

[He sounds pleasantly amused, leaning back obediently across his dresser, chest rising and falling with every breath and causing those straps to dig in, just enough to compress soft skin.]

My apologies... how would you like me to show you everything? What parts are you missing? [hands drift to follow the lacy sides of the top down, fingers splaying against the skin between the band's cuts while his thumbs frame his chest.] I'm sure you can see all of this... you spent so long touching it, after all. So maybe...

[a hum, one hand following the jewelry Tseng so recently fastened down, and further past his gemstone. Two fingers catch under soft lace and tug upward, uncovering soft flesh before it slips free, strap gently snapping back into place. Hard as he is, Olivine's panties are nicely bulged—a fact that's only accented when he leans back further and shifts to press one foot against the dresser, knee turning outward to put himself more on display.]

Maybe this is what you're hoping to see? Hehe.