[lucky for Olivine, both of them like it when he's at least a little dick-drunk. It makes him even more pliant and enthusiastic, matching the intimate, indulgent act of their kisses just so.
The curl of tongues is addictive too, sounds all engulfed by the space they occupy. He'd probably be surprised to realise it's that that draws Tseng most deeply toward his orgasm, largely because it feels sentimental and unguarded. He'd be flattered, too.
Instead, at the moment his breath hitches as their abdomens press close and his cock is squeezed between them, grinding with the friction of their actions.]
Ah—nnh— [His lashes flutter as Tseng sucks on his tongue, letting it retreat when he moves to speak.]
Just—one more? I can... handle that... ungh! Get... a good look...
[despite his words, he's tempted to pull the other man down again, to wrap his thighs around his waist and coax orgasm out of them both. He's a good boy, though. Weight shifting to meet every fuck of their hips, Olivine stretches himself out over the pillows until the head of his cock slips nearly free from between their bodies with every thrust, leaking more pre onto already messy skin.
Like this, he can squeeze a little tighter in his climax. More like normal, really, like he's not already come twice and had his ass stretched basically this whole time. Tseng's name is a pleading gasp as muscles tense and his body trembles with every rope of spend wrung out of him.]
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The curl of tongues is addictive too, sounds all engulfed by the space they occupy. He'd probably be surprised to realise it's that that draws Tseng most deeply toward his orgasm, largely because it feels sentimental and unguarded. He'd be flattered, too.
Instead, at the moment his breath hitches as their abdomens press close and his cock is squeezed between them, grinding with the friction of their actions.]
Ah—nnh— [His lashes flutter as Tseng sucks on his tongue, letting it retreat when he moves to speak.]
Just—one more? I can... handle that... ungh! Get... a good look...
[despite his words, he's tempted to pull the other man down again, to wrap his thighs around his waist and coax orgasm out of them both. He's a good boy, though. Weight shifting to meet every fuck of their hips, Olivine stretches himself out over the pillows until the head of his cock slips nearly free from between their bodies with every thrust, leaking more pre onto already messy skin.
Like this, he can squeeze a little tighter in his climax. More like normal, really, like he's not already come twice and had his ass stretched basically this whole time. Tseng's name is a pleading gasp as muscles tense and his body trembles with every rope of spend wrung out of him.]