[a second finger slides in and Olivine exhales a pleasant sigh, the soft stretch enough to keep him slightly off-balance, unable to really retaliate even if he wanted to.]

Ah... yes. [boy howdy, does he have toys.] There's a chest by the foot of the bed with most of them. There should be ropes and restraints too, if you'd like.

[He's loath to have Tseng pull away from him, but for the sake of their continued pleasure, he'll survive somehow.]

Should I stay like this for you?