If you're really that greedy, you don't need to ask permission, you know...? [Olivine isn't underestimating him, of course. he says it perfectly intentionally, letting the shift of his breath grow ragged as Tseng moves.] You're in control of all this, today—ah-haah—!

[alright, but Tseng's mouth kissing along the inside of his thigh makes him arch, heel pressing lightly into his shoulderblade where it sits. up and up and up, until he stops to suck a sweet little mark into pale flesh. hands move to thread through his hair instead, watching hawkishly from his arched position.]

I don't think—nngh—you've ever been satisfied by just looking.

[neither of them has, really. those lips tease over his clothed cock and he arches a little more, kneading his lover's scalp and rocking his hips gently into the warm sensation. the other hand drifts up to press to his mouth, something to ground himself more than quiet himself as wet fabric clings to his growing erection, the deep red of the tip and upper shaft all but highlighted by the soft white.]

Haah... what... are you inspecting... like that? You're so close... even the lace... must be blurry.