[ without hesitation, tseng pushes his head all the way down onto olivine's cock just at the moment of his orgasm. he swallows eagerly, tongue working against the sensitive vein, his throat tightening around the girth of olivine's cock as he twitches and spills into tseng's welcoming mouth. it does seem more copious than the last, but to tseng that's only a sign of a job well done, and he notes it to himself with great satisfaction as his lips and tongue continue to work olivine through his climax until his quivering is more like overstimulation than orgasm.
only then does tseng pull away. he withdraws the toy from inside olivine and pulls back off his cock, sucking carefully to clean away the last of his come. ]
Fuck, you're gorgeous, [ tseng says, so low it's barely audible as he reaches again for the lube. not for a toy, this time—no, he slicks his own cock with it, making quick work, and then takes advantage of olivine's pliant, blissed-out state to lift his hips and guide himself to that soft, twitching hole.
even despite how well tseng had prepared him, olivine's entrance is tight and hot around him as he sinks in slowly, inch by inch. he gasps when he's buried to the root, feeling the post-orgasmic quivering of olivine's muscles around every inch of him and dizzy with how good it feels. his hands find olivine's hips, and then he reaches for one of olivine's hands, lacing their fingers together as tseng starts to fuck him—slowly at first, but at a steady pace meant to never really let olivine come down from his climax, not entirely. ]
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only then does tseng pull away. he withdraws the toy from inside olivine and pulls back off his cock, sucking carefully to clean away the last of his come. ]
Fuck, you're gorgeous, [ tseng says, so low it's barely audible as he reaches again for the lube. not for a toy, this time—no, he slicks his own cock with it, making quick work, and then takes advantage of olivine's pliant, blissed-out state to lift his hips and guide himself to that soft, twitching hole.
even despite how well tseng had prepared him, olivine's entrance is tight and hot around him as he sinks in slowly, inch by inch. he gasps when he's buried to the root, feeling the post-orgasmic quivering of olivine's muscles around every inch of him and dizzy with how good it feels. his hands find olivine's hips, and then he reaches for one of olivine's hands, lacing their fingers together as tseng starts to fuck him—slowly at first, but at a steady pace meant to never really let olivine come down from his climax, not entirely. ]