[The first touches of fatigue are starting to grace his expression now, a lilt of lashes that ultimately means little for stopping. Two or three orgasms just leaves him comfortably buzzed with pleasure and they both know it.
The slow pace is anything but unwelcome, though; Olivine is still devastatingly sensitive all over, so even this persistent, affectionate measure is more than enough to push him toward his favorite overwhelmed haze. And he'd have to be blind to not see how Tseng looks at him, skin flushed hot with desire and gleaming from the effort. Stupid, for that matter, to feel anything less than pride and affection in his unabashed admiration, as Tseng is treated to the gentle jingling of delicate chains amid the slap of hips, the delicate lines of truly tested fabric lain over red skin.
Truthfully, though, it may well be their mouths that convey the depths of their shared feelings, all without words. Just with the warm, soft curve of a smile as Tseng kisses over the top of the lingerie's collar and up to his cheek, the unrestrained mingling of lips and tongue, slow in favor of savoring every taste and molten with desire. It's no wonder that he loses track of everything when they're like this—there's little more pleasurable than indulging in each other, even as his hips start to tremble and shiver with another building orgasm.]
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[The first touches of fatigue are starting to grace his expression now, a lilt of lashes that ultimately means little for stopping. Two or three orgasms just leaves him comfortably buzzed with pleasure and they both know it.
The slow pace is anything but unwelcome, though; Olivine is still devastatingly sensitive all over, so even this persistent, affectionate measure is more than enough to push him toward his favorite overwhelmed haze. And he'd have to be blind to not see how Tseng looks at him, skin flushed hot with desire and gleaming from the effort. Stupid, for that matter, to feel anything less than pride and affection in his unabashed admiration, as Tseng is treated to the gentle jingling of delicate chains amid the slap of hips, the delicate lines of truly tested fabric lain over red skin.
Truthfully, though, it may well be their mouths that convey the depths of their shared feelings, all without words. Just with the warm, soft curve of a smile as Tseng kisses over the top of the lingerie's collar and up to his cheek, the unrestrained mingling of lips and tongue, slow in favor of savoring every taste and molten with desire. It's no wonder that he loses track of everything when they're like this—there's little more pleasurable than indulging in each other, even as his hips start to tremble and shiver with another building orgasm.]