[He'll never get used to the way Tseng moves, he thinks. It's effortless, how he's kept in place with the simplest touch, coaxed into every tease and brush toward his limits. Not that the thought is a very active one at the moment—the vibrator keeps his thoughts on the space they're in, almost as much as the warmth of Tseng's mouth. Surely, it would be impossible for anyone to desire anything more than the intimacy itself.
And if he were to ask, or if Olivine thought about it, Tseng has certainly had a significant impact on him. Coaxed out that voracious desire without leaving much space for doubt—and he's eternally grateful for it. True, there are still a few cracks to stumble over, but he hasn't found himself being too demanding with Tseng yet. Maybe, by the time he falls into that "selfish" frame of mind, he'll be able to accept that it's wholly welcomed—at the very least, he'll no doubt settle in the same place as Tseng, clumsily working through uncertain steps.
Honestly though, it shouldn't surprise him how easily the other man pushes them both; his hips twitch when the head of his cock slips down into Tseng's throat following a deliciously tight swallow, lashes fluttering as his concentration is scattered further. Relatively modest as his length is, he's girthy enough that the space is devastatingly tight and hot. It pulls a sharp noise from him, a hissed curse as another orgasm claws its way to the surface.
Hot desire and trust mingle there together, Olivine shifting to grind his cock against his lover's throat. His grasp is enough to tug urgently at long hair, but loose enough to leave Tseng in control of his own needs. And in the end, he'll get exactly what he wants for Olivine, out of Olivine. Balls tense and his ass squeezes around those fingers, cock straining as the first spurt of semen coats his throat, orgasm quite possibly even harder and more copious than the last.]
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And if he were to ask, or if Olivine thought about it, Tseng has certainly had a significant impact on him. Coaxed out that voracious desire without leaving much space for doubt—and he's eternally grateful for it. True, there are still a few cracks to stumble over, but he hasn't found himself being too demanding with Tseng yet. Maybe, by the time he falls into that "selfish" frame of mind, he'll be able to accept that it's wholly welcomed—at the very least, he'll no doubt settle in the same place as Tseng, clumsily working through uncertain steps.
Honestly though, it shouldn't surprise him how easily the other man pushes them both; his hips twitch when the head of his cock slips down into Tseng's throat following a deliciously tight swallow, lashes fluttering as his concentration is scattered further. Relatively modest as his length is, he's girthy enough that the space is devastatingly tight and hot. It pulls a sharp noise from him, a hissed curse as another orgasm claws its way to the surface.
Hot desire and trust mingle there together, Olivine shifting to grind his cock against his lover's throat. His grasp is enough to tug urgently at long hair, but loose enough to leave Tseng in control of his own needs. And in the end, he'll get exactly what he wants for Olivine, out of Olivine. Balls tense and his ass squeezes around those fingers, cock straining as the first spurt of semen coats his throat, orgasm quite possibly even harder and more copious than the last.]