[ for a brief moment tseng wants to demur—hadn't olivine bought the lingerie with someone in mind? doesn't he want that person to see him too, to perhaps be just as overcome by desire in response?—but then, in a beautiful deus ex machina flash of emotional awareness, tseng makes the decision not to invite this hypothetical other partner into their post-coital bed. instead he just smiles and says, ]

You're amassing quite a collection of lingerie I like to make messes of you in.

[ between this one and the green one tseng gifted him before, before long olivine will have one set for every night of the week. which, now that tseng thinks about it, wouldn't be a bad thing at all.

it takes a moment for his breathing to slow, and another moment for olivine's to do the same. in the meantime, tseng ducks his head to kiss along olivine's shoulder, his chest, up his neck—kissing skin and lace alike, appreciating the look of olivine's flushed body peeking through the light ribbons. when he finally feels that he can kiss olivine without leaving him dizzy, tseng lifts his mouth to press to olivine's instead, another slow, thorough kiss. ]

I'm going to pull out so I can hold you for a while, [ tseng says when they part. ] Unless you object?