I'll think about forgiving you later, in that case.

[He struggles to keep even a vaguely straight face when he says it, lashes fluttering as Tseng palms his cock through his panties. He always feels so good against his skin, Olivine thinks.

Then hands maneuver his panties down and off, with the mild help of the priest's shifting legs to ease the effort. Thighs rest over shoulders and leave him slightly lifted; taut balls and his wet cock framed cutely between them. a drop or two of pre trails over his abs, even.]

Ah—mmngh—♡

[The glide of that dildo into his ass is almost sweet, gently stretching his willing hole and nudging his inner walls with every shift.]

It's good. [He sighs the words, hips following those short thrusts.] feels like you're petting me from inside with it...

[sometimes, he really does have such an imagination.]