[ even though tseng can clock the beginnings of a familiar lassitude in olivine's expression, he knows better than to think that means he wants to stop. on the contrary, he knows this just means that olivine feels good, maybe a little dick-drunk, but nowhere near the actual limits of his appetite for pleasure.
somehow, even though the kiss is slow and indulgent, it nonetheless makes things between them feel even hotter. being allowed to taste every inch of olivine's mouth, to feel his tongue curl against tseng's and to swallow his moans right as they're given voice—all of it is so unbearably intimate and erotic that tseng isn't sure he'll be able to hold out much longer. he doesn't want to reach between them to stroke olivine off, but he does press close enough that olivine's wet cock is trapped between their bodies, subjected to the friction they make when they move together.
tseng pulls back from the kiss just slightly, sucking lewdly on olivine's tongue as he goes, and then says, ]
I want you to come for me one more time, Olivine. Let me see you.
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somehow, even though the kiss is slow and indulgent, it nonetheless makes things between them feel even hotter. being allowed to taste every inch of olivine's mouth, to feel his tongue curl against tseng's and to swallow his moans right as they're given voice—all of it is so unbearably intimate and erotic that tseng isn't sure he'll be able to hold out much longer. he doesn't want to reach between them to stroke olivine off, but he does press close enough that olivine's wet cock is trapped between their bodies, subjected to the friction they make when they move together.
tseng pulls back from the kiss just slightly, sucking lewdly on olivine's tongue as he goes, and then says, ]
I want you to come for me one more time, Olivine. Let me see you.