[ with olivine's permission, tseng does exactly that. he pulls out slowly, his now-soft cock slipping free of olivine's body; a little of tseng's come drips free as well, which is a beautifully erotic sight and one tseng will surely capitalize on later. although olivine's stamina may outstrip tseng's own, he has no qualms about making olivine come another two or three times before they're through tonight—if they're going to make a mess of the lingerie, they may as well commit to it, he thinks.
stretching out on the mattress, tseng draws olivine into his arms and smooths his palm slowly up olivine's back, his fingertips tracing the line of the chain that drapes along his spine. there will be time for more conversation, he thinks, and more sex after that, and all kinds of explorations of each other both physical and otherwise. and then eventually the cleanup, and the changing of the sheets, and the inevitable drifting off into sleep that comes after satisfying physical exertion.
but all of that comes later. for now, there's nothing but this: the warmth of their bodies where they press together, the soft cadence of their breathing, and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats as they lie tangled up in each other, relishing the moment. ]
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stretching out on the mattress, tseng draws olivine into his arms and smooths his palm slowly up olivine's back, his fingertips tracing the line of the chain that drapes along his spine. there will be time for more conversation, he thinks, and more sex after that, and all kinds of explorations of each other both physical and otherwise. and then eventually the cleanup, and the changing of the sheets, and the inevitable drifting off into sleep that comes after satisfying physical exertion.
but all of that comes later. for now, there's nothing but this: the warmth of their bodies where they press together, the soft cadence of their breathing, and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats as they lie tangled up in each other, relishing the moment. ]