[ one thing among many that tseng appreciates about olivine: he's nearly always willing to play along. even now, although he's hard in his panties and flushed all the way down to his chest, he allows tseng to draw away and tease a little, even encourages it in the way he leans back against the dresser and lets his hands skim over his own body.

for his own part, tseng lets his fingers follow the trails olivine's hands make, once again brushing over his chest, his slightly swollen nipples, and down along the line of his sternum before it falls away to watch as olivine hooks his fingers in the lace and lets it snap back against his skin. ]

Perhaps you underestimate how greedy I am, [ tseng says with a smile that tugs at one corner of his mouth. ] If you think that having touched it means I won't want to see it all over again.

[ but olivine has the right idea. he presses back to the dresser, opening himself up to allow tseng a full, proper look at the length of him, his long legs and the bulge of his cock and his torso dressed in pretty lingerie. and, well—at the end of the day tseng really is just a man, so what is he supposed to do besides get on his knees right there?

he hooks olivine's thigh over his shoulder, the same one olivine just turned out to give him that view, and then presses his mouth in a series of warm kisses along the soft inside of it, nearly to the apex before he pauses to suck a small bruise against olivine's skin. a little mark that will fade in a day or two, evidence that tseng was here. ]

And if you think I'll be satisfied by just looking.

[ tseng leans up, then, and presses his mouth to the clothed shape of olivine's cock, kissing and licking and sucking all over the fabric until it's warm with his breath and wet with both saliva and precome. ]