[It's pleasantly infuriating, the way Tseng slows his impatience, dragging out the moments until some thread of instinct is about ready to snap. Even when his tongue finally slips between the priest's lips to tangle with his and explore, there's nothing unusual in the way it makes the priest shift, a concentrated effort not to squirm.]
Ah-haah... [lips pleasantly tingly and swollen, Olivine makes no effort to appear more composed than he is. His lashes remain low as Tseng speaks, a soft rumble in his throat as hands slide down his torso.] Did you not get a good enough view earlier...?
[He sounds pleasantly amused, leaning back obediently across his dresser, chest rising and falling with every breath and causing those straps to dig in, just enough to compress soft skin.]
My apologies... how would you like me to show you everything? What parts are you missing? [hands drift to follow the lacy sides of the top down, fingers splaying against the skin between the band's cuts while his thumbs frame his chest.] I'm sure you can see all of this... you spent so long touching it, after all. So maybe...
[a hum, one hand following the jewelry Tseng so recently fastened down, and further past his gemstone. Two fingers catch under soft lace and tug upward, uncovering soft flesh before it slips free, strap gently snapping back into place. Hard as he is, Olivine's panties are nicely bulged—a fact that's only accented when he leans back further and shifts to press one foot against the dresser, knee turning outward to put himself more on display.]
[ one thing among many that tseng appreciates about olivine: he's nearly always willing to play along. even now, although he's hard in his panties and flushed all the way down to his chest, he allows tseng to draw away and tease a little, even encourages it in the way he leans back against the dresser and lets his hands skim over his own body.
for his own part, tseng lets his fingers follow the trails olivine's hands make, once again brushing over his chest, his slightly swollen nipples, and down along the line of his sternum before it falls away to watch as olivine hooks his fingers in the lace and lets it snap back against his skin. ]
Perhaps you underestimate how greedy I am, [ tseng says with a smile that tugs at one corner of his mouth. ] If you think that having touched it means I won't want to see it all over again.
[ but olivine has the right idea. he presses back to the dresser, opening himself up to allow tseng a full, proper look at the length of him, his long legs and the bulge of his cock and his torso dressed in pretty lingerie. and, well—at the end of the day tseng really is just a man, so what is he supposed to do besides get on his knees right there?
he hooks olivine's thigh over his shoulder, the same one olivine just turned out to give him that view, and then presses his mouth in a series of warm kisses along the soft inside of it, nearly to the apex before he pauses to suck a small bruise against olivine's skin. a little mark that will fade in a day or two, evidence that tseng was here. ]
And if you think I'll be satisfied by just looking.
[ tseng leans up, then, and presses his mouth to the clothed shape of olivine's cock, kissing and licking and sucking all over the fabric until it's warm with his breath and wet with both saliva and precome. ]
If you're really that greedy, you don't need to ask permission, you know...? [Olivine isn't underestimating him, of course. he says it perfectly intentionally, letting the shift of his breath grow ragged as Tseng moves.] You're in control of all this, today—ah-haah—!
[alright, but Tseng's mouth kissing along the inside of his thigh makes him arch, heel pressing lightly into his shoulderblade where it sits. up and up and up, until he stops to suck a sweet little mark into pale flesh. hands move to thread through his hair instead, watching hawkishly from his arched position.]
I don't think—nngh—you've ever been satisfied by just looking.
[neither of them has, really. those lips tease over his clothed cock and he arches a little more, kneading his lover's scalp and rocking his hips gently into the warm sensation. the other hand drifts up to press to his mouth, something to ground himself more than quiet himself as wet fabric clings to his growing erection, the deep red of the tip and upper shaft all but highlighted by the soft white.]
Haah... what... are you inspecting... like that? You're so close... even the lace... must be blurry.
That's true, [ tseng agrees reasonably, his breath gusting against the sensitive place where olivine's thigh meets his pelvis. ] I am a very hands-on learner.
[ or mouth-on, as it were.
when olivine's panties are thoroughly damp, tseng sits back a little to get a good look at his handiwork. olivine is so pretty like this, glassy-eyed and flushed, and even prettier when tseng lets his gaze drop to admire his cock through the thin material of his underwear. the flushed head and hard shaft, even the gentle curve of his balls underneath... it's enough to make tseng's mouth water with desire. ]
Don't you think it's important to be thorough? [ tseng asks, as he smooths his hands up olivine's thighs to his hips, then hooks his fingertips in the elastic waist of his panties. ] For example, now that I've looked so closely, I know exactly what type of garter I'm going to buy you.
[ something white and lacy and pretty and, most importantly, easy to snap against the skin of his thigh. tseng tugs olivine's panties down, easing them over the bulge of his cock until it springs free, and then leaves them around olivine's thighs to move his hands instead. one hand comes up to curl around the back of olivine's thigh, his fingers tucked into the curve just below one generous asscheek, and the other wraps around the base of olivine's cock so tseng can take the head in his mouth and suck. ]
[sometimes, he wonders if he should be embarrassed to be so easily led, so sweetly aroused by the warmth of breath and the murmur of a voice. but then he ends up like this, glassy-eyed stare watching as Tseng takes him in.
maybe he really is starting to learn that if someone doesn't tell him to stop, he's not become too much. just a little, at least.]
Being thorough is important, true. [he responds amicably, biting his lower lip as fingers hook around his waistband.] A garter... for this outfit, then?
[at this point, Olivine wouldn't be surprised if the garter came with its own outfit, for that matter. but in the moment he focuses on the way Tseng manipulates his body, leaves his panties high enough on his thigh to give himself space to work. it's devastatingly arousing, and the priest's breath hitches when fingers curve against that curve of thigh.]
Haah... mmngh... so hot...
[hips rise gently as Tseng sucks the head of his cock, fingers tangling in his hair again.]
[ a garter for this outfit, a garter with its own outfit... both are equally likely, given how much tseng enjoys seeing olivine wearing things like this. but, honestly, he hasn't thought it through yet and he's much more focused on other things for the moment—things like the way olivine's back arches, his hips lifting as tseng licks and sucks at the head of his cock. far from being too much, the way olivine responds to him is perfect, so gorgeously sensitive it drives tseng more than a little wild.
and it drives olivine a little wild too, it seems, if he's willing to muss up his own handiwork in tseng's hair in the name of holding on for dear life. the thought makes tseng hum with approval as he takes olivine a little further in hiss mouth. it's an indulgent, almost languid blowjob, seemingly more dedicated to just mapping and exploring the sensitive places than it is to actually getting olivine off—although naturally tseng has no complaints if that does happen. he's just enjoying himself, and he likes to watch olivine enjoy himself too.
to that end, eventually—once tseng's mouth has worked over most of olivine's length and returned back to the head again—he shifts his hand from olivine's ass to slip between his thighs instead, a slender finger seeking his entrance and then slipping easily inside. olivine's natural wetness makes the slide easy, allowing tseng to press in to the knuckle and then curl his finger slightly forward, stroking over olivine's prostate in featherlight, teasing motions. ]
[He's honestly just as happy to fix it later as anything, too. But there's nothing quite like holding on this way, letting Tseng feel his reactions from the throb of his cock to the tremble of his fingertips in the Turk's hair. Every encouraging sound urges him to more too, squirming each time he finds a new beat of sensitivity. With their relaxed meeting he's not in any real risk of coming too quickly, not with just these languid explorations.
That's less certain when Tseng's hand moves to slip between his thighs, one warm finger sinking into his hole to tease at his prostate. It's just enough to feel, to rile him up with fleeting sensation, and that fact has his thighs twitching, impatience picking up in the way his body tips and moves.]
Ah... haah... you're making me feel—insane like that...
Mm. [ with his finger still stroking lightly, tseng moves his mouth away from the tip of olivine's cock to instead lick and suck gently along the shaft. he glances up, amusement visible in his gaze as he does, and pulls back to continue, ] I know.
[ his tongue trails over the vein on the underside of olivine's length, tracing it all the way down to his balls, where tseng tilts his head so he can suck them into his mouth one at a time, letting his tongue lave along the skin there too. ]
I like how you get when you feel insane, [ tseng murmurs. far from finding olivine's enthusiasm too much, for tseng it's potently arousing—how tactile olivine is, how eagerly he takes and gives pleasure... it makes tseng want to drown him in it as best he can, to give him everything he craves and more. ] Even just the way you look right now makes me want to eat you whole.
[ the flush in his face and the sheen of sweat gathering on his skin, the slickness between his thighs where tseng's finger is working inside him... ramuh, tseng is so hard his cock aches, leaking precum that dampens a wet patch in the front of his slacks. ]
What do you want, Olivine? [ he asks. ] My mouth? My cock? Both?
[if he's honest, maybe part of him said it just to hear Tseng confirm the intention of it. more still is just his way of talking when he's overwhelmed, granted. especially with him moving down to trail over his shaft and toy with his balls in turn, earning little jolts from the priest. it's so rare for anyone to really play with them, after all, and he's sensitive on a normal day.]
Haaah... you're always welcome to eat me whole, you know.
[considering the procession of their meetings and how often they end up in positions like this, Olivine doesn't really think there's anything he could do that would bother the priest. but this, the curve and shift of his finger playing against his prostate while he's already so wet from everything else—]
I... [the thought of it all makes his mouth water. it's terrible to ask, isn't it? how is he supposed to answer any other way—] I want both. But especially your cock... you can feel how wet I am already.
[ indeed, tseng has an intimate front-row seat to exactly how wet olivine is already. and he fucking loves it, being able to feel that slickness dripping slowly down his hand and wrist the more aroused olivine gets—it drives him wild, just as much as anything about olivine does when he's turned on. ]
Hmm. [ as tseng gives a second of thought to how best to accomplish giving olivine both, he adds a second finger, slipping it into the warm, tight clutch of his ass alongside the first. ] Do you have any toys?
[ maybe a dildo, something tseng could put inside him while he sucks olivine off and then replace with his cock after an orgasm or two. tseng is thinking big picture now, wanting to give olivine everything he asks for and then some. ]
I want to fuck you with something and make you come in my mouth.
[a second finger slides in and Olivine exhales a pleasant sigh, the soft stretch enough to keep him slightly off-balance, unable to really retaliate even if he wanted to.]
Ah... yes. [boy howdy, does he have toys.] There's a chest by the foot of the bed with most of them. There should be ropes and restraints too, if you'd like.
[He's loath to have Tseng pull away from him, but for the sake of their continued pleasure, he'll survive somehow.]
[ of anyone tseng knows, he figured olivine was the most likely to own toys, and he's pleased to find out that his guess was correct. he glances back at the chest, noting its location, and then slides his fingers deep into olivine and curls them forward in a gentle petting motion as he looks up at olivine again. ]
No, no... I want you on the bed, [ tseng says after a moment of thought. although it's tempting to fuck him standing, just to watch how his thighs tremble as he tries to stay upright, in the long term it'll be better to have olivine on his back and able to writhe properly. ] Get comfortable for me, please. I'll be right there when I find what I'm looking for.
[ with a playful kiss pressed right to the sensitive delta of skin between olivine's cock and his balls, tseng withdraws both mouth and fingers and pats olivine's thigh adoringly to send him on his way. once he's satisfied that olivine will do as he's told, tseng turns his attention to the aforementioned chest, which he opens to peruse the options available.
and boy, does olivine have toys. unsurprising, given how much he likes sex, but tseng still finds himself impressed. he looks over the collection, then reaches in to move things just a bit until he eventually finds what he wants: a nice, thick dildo, only a little shy of tseng's own girth. ]
[oh, that's cruel, Tseng. fingers curl inside him and Olivine's whole body trembles in response, warm and heady and a little dizzy.]
Haah... nnh... alright—ah!
[what is he supposed to do with this torture? it takes him a moment to recover from the teasing against some of his most sensitive spots, tugging his panties up just enough to walk more easily and legs still a little shaky when he moves to the bed.
it doesn't take long for him to get comfortable either, pushing the blankets aside and settling a pillow beneath his spine, a couple more behind his head. it leaves the chain at the back of his jewelry hanging down a little, dipping against the bed behind him and just barely visible from certain angles.
he's not sure what to expect, given the variety he enjoys and the equally broad variety his various lovers enjoy using on him, but certainly, one around Tseng's own size isn't surprising. he's barely even paying attention to that in favour of watching the Turk make his decisions, just taking in his form as Olivine so often does.]
[ it doesn't take long for tseng to make his choice, but he does spend at least some thorough time looking through the options available and ensuring he's got everything he wants. when he eventually closes the chest and moves up onto the mattress, it's with two things in hand—a pretty glass dildo with a small knob at the base meant for stimulating the perineum, and a little battery-powered bullet vibrator, both of which he sets on the sheets near olivine's hip as he moves over to kiss olivine again. ]
You look beautiful like this, [ tseng says, because it isn't only olivine who enjoys taking his time looking at his partner. he smiles slightly, his fingers trailing along the line of olivine's collarbone and then down to his nipple. ] Are you ready?
[ he kneels between olivine's thighs, draping his legs over tseng's spread knees to put his body more fully on display. tseng wasn't exaggerating in the least, just now—olivine is breathtaking, a vision of arousal, his cock hard and leaking in his panties and his skin showing in glimpses through the delicate lace of his lingerie. ]
Mm— [he exhales something between a sigh and a laugh at Tseng's praise, pleased as ever as their mouths part. the taste of him on the other's lips is always pleasant, too.] Very ready. I've been ready since before we moved.
[there's no annoyance there, of course, just that same simple amusement. Tseng drapes his legs over his knees and takes him in, plainly entranced by the display of his body—which only makes the priest more apt to show off, though there's not much more to be done here. instead, he just reaches up to brush fingers over Tseng's cheek again, head tipping lightly.]
[ there's clearly no real chiding in olivine's tone, so tseng's response is equally amused. ]
My sincerest apologies, [ he says, smoothing his palms up olivine's thighs until they meet fabric. ] I'll be sure to make it up to you.
[ one of tseng's palms briefly moves to cup the hard shape of olivine's cock, feeling the heat of him through the thin lace, but before long he instead shifts to tug at the waist of the underwear and pull them carefully down olivine's thighs again. this time, rather than leaving them mostly on, tseng brings them down over olivine's thighs and calves, off entirely to leave his lower body bare for tseng's perusal.
first: the dildo. tseng puts it first in his mouth, his tongue laving shamelessly along the glass shaft to warm it up enough that it won't be shocking against olivine's heated skin; next, he lowers it between olivine's thighs, nudging his slick, stretched entrance before sliding smoothly inside. it has a good curve to it, the kind that will make it easy for tseng to rub its head along olivine's inner walls and over his prostate. ]
How does that feel? [ tseng asks, moving the dildo in short, gentle thrusts. ]
I'll think about forgiving you later, in that case.
[He struggles to keep even a vaguely straight face when he says it, lashes fluttering as Tseng palms his cock through his panties. He always feels so good against his skin, Olivine thinks.
Then hands maneuver his panties down and off, with the mild help of the priest's shifting legs to ease the effort. Thighs rest over shoulders and leave him slightly lifted; taut balls and his wet cock framed cutely between them. a drop or two of pre trails over his abs, even.]
Ah—mmngh—♡
[The glide of that dildo into his ass is almost sweet, gently stretching his willing hole and nudging his inner walls with every shift.]
It's good. [He sighs the words, hips following those short thrusts.] feels like you're petting me from inside with it...
[sometimes, he really does have such an imagination.]
[ the description of the sensation makes tseng smile affecionately, because it's not exactly like olivine is wrong—with the curve of the toy and the short thrusts tseng is offering, it is a little bit like being petted inside. he keeps it up too, although he allows the strokes to lengthen slightly, making sure olivine gets to feel the full length of it as it fucks him open.
because he can, because there's no reason not to, tseng leans forward a little so he can press his mouth against the swell of olivine's balls. he mouths over them, tongue laving against skin, until his entire sac is wet with saliva; then he draws them into his mouth one by one, sucking lightly, applying gentle pressure with his tongue and appreciating how it makes olivine's thighs twitch in his peripheral vision.
just, the thing is, what else is he supposed to do when olivine is laid out in front of him like a seven-course meal? of course he's going to put his mouth on every inch of olivine he can reach.
he's also going to do this: with his free hand, tseng blindly reaches to retrieve that small, battery-powered vibrator, turns it on its lowest setting, and then rubs it gently over the thin stretch of skin between olivine's balls and his hole. a little extra prostate stimulation through his perineum too, while tseng's mouth continues to leave him wet and messy up above. ]
[The stretch is comfortable and easy, thorough in the way Tseng always is. And it truly is different when someone else is holding the toys—he thinks so every time, maybe, but even so.
Even so, he's not prepared for the warmth of the Turk's mouth against his balls. His tongue leaves heated, wet stripes over the thin skin and Olivine cries out shamelessly, clenching around the toy in his ass when each side is sucked, sac tense and taut as gentle pressure causes pleasure to build.
It's when that vibration settles against his perineum that the priest's fingers reach for Tseng's wrist, hole fluttering as sensation overwhelms his brain.]
Ugh—haah— Ts-tseng...! [His thighs aren't just twitching now, but trembling uncontrollably, jewelry jingling as his body jerks half-involuntarily. Pre beads at his tip only for the other to make him messier and wetter still with that damnable tongue.] I can't—mmngh—! Everything is twitching... please—
[ the soft jingling of olivine's jewelry as his body quakes and trembles has no right to be as erotic as it is, and yet his awareness of it sends a jolt of desire down tseng's spine as he lifts his head to watch olivine try and fail to keep himself restrained. he's so pretty like this, half out of his mind and flushed, belly wet with the precum dripping from his cock. ]
You can, [ tseng says warmly, rubbing the vibrator in short up-and-down strokes right over olivine's perineum, matching the strokes of the glass dildo inside him. he has no intention of stopping, not even if olivine comes, and he knows well that olivine enjoys being pushed to climax time and time again. ] Hold out for me just a little longer, beautiful, and when you come I'll suck you hard again.
[ maybe the only thing that tseng enjoys more than watching olivine come is, after all, watching olivine try desperately not to come, only to eventually lose the battle and make a mess of himself regardless. ]
[He loves this, desperately. Tseng teasing him relentlessly, plying the moment with promises and offers while doing all he can to send Olivine over the edge. It makes him struggle so much harder to last just as long as he can, even when he can barely control the flex and shift of his lower half as pleasure ripples through every nerve.]
Haah... augh... I can feel it... in the dildo—
[The vibration certainly isn't muted much by the glass toy, material carrying the sensation throughout every inch of it. And there's maybe a minute, generously, before he's really helpless, legs pressing into the strong line of Tseng's shoulders as pleasure overwhelms everything. Balls tense and squeeze, and the priest has to throw his head back as his orgasm crashes into him. Cum splatters across his belly and chest, and even after a moment when it starts to slow, he can't stop trembling against the vibration.]
[ honestly, the fact that olivine is even able to hold out for that scant minute is impressive, given what tseng knows about how sensitive he is. when he finally gives in, his back arching and thighs spreading as he comes all over himself, tseng hums under his breath as he admires the lovely picture olivine makes like this. the flush in his skin, the quiver in his thighs, the pretty mess of his cum all over his belly and chest...
tseng leans forward to press a kiss to the trembling inside of olivine's thigh, removing the vibrator for the time being, but not the dildo. ]
Look at you, [ tseng murmurs, resting his cheek briefly against olivine's thigh. ] Such a gorgeous mess.
[ he keeps fucking olivine with the toy in an indulgent, almost languid rhythm, and meanwhile his lips move slowly and purposefully up the inside of olivine's thigh back to his balls, where tseng licks again before this time shifting upward to kiss along olivine's shaft. he wasn't joking about sucking olivine hard again, but he certainly doesn't intend to give olivine much of a break. ]
[His breaths have Olivine's belly rising and falling, causing the mess of cum to drip and roll along the curves of muscles and pool in places. Even as Tseng removes the vibrator he's still trembling a little, sighing warmly as lips find his thigh.]
Haah... ah... all for you, hehe.
[The continued shift of the dildo keeps him comfortably on edge, fingers drifting down to follow the path of Tseng's head upward. They tangle in hair where they can, a soft whine on his lips as he tongues along the swell of his balls and kisses up the priest's shaft.]
[ tseng hums under his breath at that, a small smile curving against olivine's skin as his tongue darts out to tease the sensitive place just below the head of olivine's cock. ]
You are hot, [ tseng says. he means it both ways: that olivine is gorgeous and appealing, but also that he's feverishly warm under tseng's lips, testament to how aroused he is. ] Do you feel good?
[ as long as olivine is still enjoying himself, tseng is plenty inclined to keep going. carefully, almost playfully, tseng draws olivine's cock into his mouth, sucking gently at the head for a moment before he begins to lower himself to take more. whether or not olivine is still hard doesn't seem to matter much; tseng is content to suck him back to full hardness either way, and confident that he can do so, between the thorough ministrations of his lips and tongue and the steady and unyielding motions of his other hand still working the dildo inside olivine's body. ]
[It makes him jump, that sudden wet sensation just under the head of his cock. Teasing, hot—Olivine exhales a soft groan as his mouth and breath graze along his sensitive shaft.]
I feel good... [He confirms it quietly, a little distracted. "Good" is a pretty significant understatement, actually. Warmth wraps around the head of his cock again and he sighs sweetly, weight comfortably on the pillows beneath him as Tseng all but lazily works him over. With the recent orgasm, it'll take a few minutes, but neither man is in any rush at all.]
Ah... you really... like sucking me, almost as much as I like doing it to you.
[There's a soft amusement to it; Olivine thoroughly enjoys being sucked off too, his hips slowly meeting the pace of the dildo in his ass and the wet heat engulfing his cock. And before too long, he's leaking pre onto Tseng's tongue, hard and needy.]
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Ah-haah... [lips pleasantly tingly and swollen, Olivine makes no effort to appear more composed than he is. His lashes remain low as Tseng speaks, a soft rumble in his throat as hands slide down his torso.] Did you not get a good enough view earlier...?
[He sounds pleasantly amused, leaning back obediently across his dresser, chest rising and falling with every breath and causing those straps to dig in, just enough to compress soft skin.]
My apologies... how would you like me to show you everything? What parts are you missing? [hands drift to follow the lacy sides of the top down, fingers splaying against the skin between the band's cuts while his thumbs frame his chest.] I'm sure you can see all of this... you spent so long touching it, after all. So maybe...
[a hum, one hand following the jewelry Tseng so recently fastened down, and further past his gemstone. Two fingers catch under soft lace and tug upward, uncovering soft flesh before it slips free, strap gently snapping back into place. Hard as he is, Olivine's panties are nicely bulged—a fact that's only accented when he leans back further and shifts to press one foot against the dresser, knee turning outward to put himself more on display.]
Maybe this is what you're hoping to see? Hehe.
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for his own part, tseng lets his fingers follow the trails olivine's hands make, once again brushing over his chest, his slightly swollen nipples, and down along the line of his sternum before it falls away to watch as olivine hooks his fingers in the lace and lets it snap back against his skin. ]
Perhaps you underestimate how greedy I am, [ tseng says with a smile that tugs at one corner of his mouth. ] If you think that having touched it means I won't want to see it all over again.
[ but olivine has the right idea. he presses back to the dresser, opening himself up to allow tseng a full, proper look at the length of him, his long legs and the bulge of his cock and his torso dressed in pretty lingerie. and, well—at the end of the day tseng really is just a man, so what is he supposed to do besides get on his knees right there?
he hooks olivine's thigh over his shoulder, the same one olivine just turned out to give him that view, and then presses his mouth in a series of warm kisses along the soft inside of it, nearly to the apex before he pauses to suck a small bruise against olivine's skin. a little mark that will fade in a day or two, evidence that tseng was here. ]
And if you think I'll be satisfied by just looking.
[ tseng leans up, then, and presses his mouth to the clothed shape of olivine's cock, kissing and licking and sucking all over the fabric until it's warm with his breath and wet with both saliva and precome. ]
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[alright, but Tseng's mouth kissing along the inside of his thigh makes him arch, heel pressing lightly into his shoulderblade where it sits. up and up and up, until he stops to suck a sweet little mark into pale flesh. hands move to thread through his hair instead, watching hawkishly from his arched position.]
I don't think—nngh—you've ever been satisfied by just looking.
[neither of them has, really. those lips tease over his clothed cock and he arches a little more, kneading his lover's scalp and rocking his hips gently into the warm sensation. the other hand drifts up to press to his mouth, something to ground himself more than quiet himself as wet fabric clings to his growing erection, the deep red of the tip and upper shaft all but highlighted by the soft white.]
Haah... what... are you inspecting... like that? You're so close... even the lace... must be blurry.
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[ or mouth-on, as it were.
when olivine's panties are thoroughly damp, tseng sits back a little to get a good look at his handiwork. olivine is so pretty like this, glassy-eyed and flushed, and even prettier when tseng lets his gaze drop to admire his cock through the thin material of his underwear. the flushed head and hard shaft, even the gentle curve of his balls underneath... it's enough to make tseng's mouth water with desire. ]
Don't you think it's important to be thorough? [ tseng asks, as he smooths his hands up olivine's thighs to his hips, then hooks his fingertips in the elastic waist of his panties. ] For example, now that I've looked so closely, I know exactly what type of garter I'm going to buy you.
[ something white and lacy and pretty and, most importantly, easy to snap against the skin of his thigh. tseng tugs olivine's panties down, easing them over the bulge of his cock until it springs free, and then leaves them around olivine's thighs to move his hands instead. one hand comes up to curl around the back of olivine's thigh, his fingers tucked into the curve just below one generous asscheek, and the other wraps around the base of olivine's cock so tseng can take the head in his mouth and suck. ]
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maybe he really is starting to learn that if someone doesn't tell him to stop, he's not become too much. just a little, at least.]
Being thorough is important, true. [he responds amicably, biting his lower lip as fingers hook around his waistband.] A garter... for this outfit, then?
[at this point, Olivine wouldn't be surprised if the garter came with its own outfit, for that matter. but in the moment he focuses on the way Tseng manipulates his body, leaves his panties high enough on his thigh to give himself space to work. it's devastatingly arousing, and the priest's breath hitches when fingers curve against that curve of thigh.]
Haah... mmngh... so hot...
[hips rise gently as Tseng sucks the head of his cock, fingers tangling in his hair again.]
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and it drives olivine a little wild too, it seems, if he's willing to muss up his own handiwork in tseng's hair in the name of holding on for dear life. the thought makes tseng hum with approval as he takes olivine a little further in hiss mouth. it's an indulgent, almost languid blowjob, seemingly more dedicated to just mapping and exploring the sensitive places than it is to actually getting olivine off—although naturally tseng has no complaints if that does happen. he's just enjoying himself, and he likes to watch olivine enjoy himself too.
to that end, eventually—once tseng's mouth has worked over most of olivine's length and returned back to the head again—he shifts his hand from olivine's ass to slip between his thighs instead, a slender finger seeking his entrance and then slipping easily inside. olivine's natural wetness makes the slide easy, allowing tseng to press in to the knuckle and then curl his finger slightly forward, stroking over olivine's prostate in featherlight, teasing motions. ]
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That's less certain when Tseng's hand moves to slip between his thighs, one warm finger sinking into his hole to tease at his prostate. It's just enough to feel, to rile him up with fleeting sensation, and that fact has his thighs twitching, impatience picking up in the way his body tips and moves.]
Ah... haah... you're making me feel—insane like that...
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[ his tongue trails over the vein on the underside of olivine's length, tracing it all the way down to his balls, where tseng tilts his head so he can suck them into his mouth one at a time, letting his tongue lave along the skin there too. ]
I like how you get when you feel insane, [ tseng murmurs. far from finding olivine's enthusiasm too much, for tseng it's potently arousing—how tactile olivine is, how eagerly he takes and gives pleasure... it makes tseng want to drown him in it as best he can, to give him everything he craves and more. ] Even just the way you look right now makes me want to eat you whole.
[ the flush in his face and the sheen of sweat gathering on his skin, the slickness between his thighs where tseng's finger is working inside him... ramuh, tseng is so hard his cock aches, leaking precum that dampens a wet patch in the front of his slacks. ]
What do you want, Olivine? [ he asks. ] My mouth? My cock? Both?
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Haaah... you're always welcome to eat me whole, you know.
[considering the procession of their meetings and how often they end up in positions like this, Olivine doesn't really think there's anything he could do that would bother the priest. but this, the curve and shift of his finger playing against his prostate while he's already so wet from everything else—]
I... [the thought of it all makes his mouth water. it's terrible to ask, isn't it? how is he supposed to answer any other way—] I want both. But especially your cock... you can feel how wet I am already.
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Hmm. [ as tseng gives a second of thought to how best to accomplish giving olivine both, he adds a second finger, slipping it into the warm, tight clutch of his ass alongside the first. ] Do you have any toys?
[ maybe a dildo, something tseng could put inside him while he sucks olivine off and then replace with his cock after an orgasm or two. tseng is thinking big picture now, wanting to give olivine everything he asks for and then some. ]
I want to fuck you with something and make you come in my mouth.
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Ah... yes. [boy howdy, does he have toys.] There's a chest by the foot of the bed with most of them. There should be ropes and restraints too, if you'd like.
[He's loath to have Tseng pull away from him, but for the sake of their continued pleasure, he'll survive somehow.]
Should I stay like this for you?
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No, no... I want you on the bed, [ tseng says after a moment of thought. although it's tempting to fuck him standing, just to watch how his thighs tremble as he tries to stay upright, in the long term it'll be better to have olivine on his back and able to writhe properly. ] Get comfortable for me, please. I'll be right there when I find what I'm looking for.
[ with a playful kiss pressed right to the sensitive delta of skin between olivine's cock and his balls, tseng withdraws both mouth and fingers and pats olivine's thigh adoringly to send him on his way. once he's satisfied that olivine will do as he's told, tseng turns his attention to the aforementioned chest, which he opens to peruse the options available.
and boy, does olivine have toys. unsurprising, given how much he likes sex, but tseng still finds himself impressed. he looks over the collection, then reaches in to move things just a bit until he eventually finds what he wants: a nice, thick dildo, only a little shy of tseng's own girth. ]
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[oh, that's cruel, Tseng. fingers curl inside him and Olivine's whole body trembles in response, warm and heady and a little dizzy.]
Haah... nnh... alright—ah!
[what is he supposed to do with this torture? it takes him a moment to recover from the teasing against some of his most sensitive spots, tugging his panties up just enough to walk more easily and legs still a little shaky when he moves to the bed.
it doesn't take long for him to get comfortable either, pushing the blankets aside and settling a pillow beneath his spine, a couple more behind his head. it leaves the chain at the back of his jewelry hanging down a little, dipping against the bed behind him and just barely visible from certain angles.
he's not sure what to expect, given the variety he enjoys and the equally broad variety his various lovers enjoy using on him, but certainly, one around Tseng's own size isn't surprising. he's barely even paying attention to that in favour of watching the Turk make his decisions, just taking in his form as Olivine so often does.]
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You look beautiful like this, [ tseng says, because it isn't only olivine who enjoys taking his time looking at his partner. he smiles slightly, his fingers trailing along the line of olivine's collarbone and then down to his nipple. ] Are you ready?
[ he kneels between olivine's thighs, draping his legs over tseng's spread knees to put his body more fully on display. tseng wasn't exaggerating in the least, just now—olivine is breathtaking, a vision of arousal, his cock hard and leaking in his panties and his skin showing in glimpses through the delicate lace of his lingerie. ]
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[there's no annoyance there, of course, just that same simple amusement. Tseng drapes his legs over his knees and takes him in, plainly entranced by the display of his body—which only makes the priest more apt to show off, though there's not much more to be done here. instead, he just reaches up to brush fingers over Tseng's cheek again, head tipping lightly.]
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My sincerest apologies, [ he says, smoothing his palms up olivine's thighs until they meet fabric. ] I'll be sure to make it up to you.
[ one of tseng's palms briefly moves to cup the hard shape of olivine's cock, feeling the heat of him through the thin lace, but before long he instead shifts to tug at the waist of the underwear and pull them carefully down olivine's thighs again. this time, rather than leaving them mostly on, tseng brings them down over olivine's thighs and calves, off entirely to leave his lower body bare for tseng's perusal.
first: the dildo. tseng puts it first in his mouth, his tongue laving shamelessly along the glass shaft to warm it up enough that it won't be shocking against olivine's heated skin; next, he lowers it between olivine's thighs, nudging his slick, stretched entrance before sliding smoothly inside. it has a good curve to it, the kind that will make it easy for tseng to rub its head along olivine's inner walls and over his prostate. ]
How does that feel? [ tseng asks, moving the dildo in short, gentle thrusts. ]
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[He struggles to keep even a vaguely straight face when he says it, lashes fluttering as Tseng palms his cock through his panties. He always feels so good against his skin, Olivine thinks.
Then hands maneuver his panties down and off, with the mild help of the priest's shifting legs to ease the effort. Thighs rest over shoulders and leave him slightly lifted; taut balls and his wet cock framed cutely between them. a drop or two of pre trails over his abs, even.]
Ah—mmngh—♡
[The glide of that dildo into his ass is almost sweet, gently stretching his willing hole and nudging his inner walls with every shift.]
It's good. [He sighs the words, hips following those short thrusts.] feels like you're petting me from inside with it...
[sometimes, he really does have such an imagination.]
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because he can, because there's no reason not to, tseng leans forward a little so he can press his mouth against the swell of olivine's balls. he mouths over them, tongue laving against skin, until his entire sac is wet with saliva; then he draws them into his mouth one by one, sucking lightly, applying gentle pressure with his tongue and appreciating how it makes olivine's thighs twitch in his peripheral vision.
just, the thing is, what else is he supposed to do when olivine is laid out in front of him like a seven-course meal? of course he's going to put his mouth on every inch of olivine he can reach.
he's also going to do this: with his free hand, tseng blindly reaches to retrieve that small, battery-powered vibrator, turns it on its lowest setting, and then rubs it gently over the thin stretch of skin between olivine's balls and his hole. a little extra prostate stimulation through his perineum too, while tseng's mouth continues to leave him wet and messy up above. ]
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Even so, he's not prepared for the warmth of the Turk's mouth against his balls. His tongue leaves heated, wet stripes over the thin skin and Olivine cries out shamelessly, clenching around the toy in his ass when each side is sucked, sac tense and taut as gentle pressure causes pleasure to build.
It's when that vibration settles against his perineum that the priest's fingers reach for Tseng's wrist, hole fluttering as sensation overwhelms his brain.]
Ugh—haah— Ts-tseng...! [His thighs aren't just twitching now, but trembling uncontrollably, jewelry jingling as his body jerks half-involuntarily. Pre beads at his tip only for the other to make him messier and wetter still with that damnable tongue.] I can't—mmngh—! Everything is twitching... please—
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You can, [ tseng says warmly, rubbing the vibrator in short up-and-down strokes right over olivine's perineum, matching the strokes of the glass dildo inside him. he has no intention of stopping, not even if olivine comes, and he knows well that olivine enjoys being pushed to climax time and time again. ] Hold out for me just a little longer, beautiful, and when you come I'll suck you hard again.
[ maybe the only thing that tseng enjoys more than watching olivine come is, after all, watching olivine try desperately not to come, only to eventually lose the battle and make a mess of himself regardless. ]
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[He loves this, desperately. Tseng teasing him relentlessly, plying the moment with promises and offers while doing all he can to send Olivine over the edge. It makes him struggle so much harder to last just as long as he can, even when he can barely control the flex and shift of his lower half as pleasure ripples through every nerve.]
Haah... augh... I can feel it... in the dildo—
[The vibration certainly isn't muted much by the glass toy, material carrying the sensation throughout every inch of it. And there's maybe a minute, generously, before he's really helpless, legs pressing into the strong line of Tseng's shoulders as pleasure overwhelms everything. Balls tense and squeeze, and the priest has to throw his head back as his orgasm crashes into him. Cum splatters across his belly and chest, and even after a moment when it starts to slow, he can't stop trembling against the vibration.]
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tseng leans forward to press a kiss to the trembling inside of olivine's thigh, removing the vibrator for the time being, but not the dildo. ]
Look at you, [ tseng murmurs, resting his cheek briefly against olivine's thigh. ] Such a gorgeous mess.
[ he keeps fucking olivine with the toy in an indulgent, almost languid rhythm, and meanwhile his lips move slowly and purposefully up the inside of olivine's thigh back to his balls, where tseng licks again before this time shifting upward to kiss along olivine's shaft. he wasn't joking about sucking olivine hard again, but he certainly doesn't intend to give olivine much of a break. ]
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Haah... ah... all for you, hehe.
[The continued shift of the dildo keeps him comfortably on edge, fingers drifting down to follow the path of Tseng's head upward. They tangle in hair where they can, a soft whine on his lips as he tongues along the swell of his balls and kisses up the priest's shaft.]
I still feel—so hot when you do that...
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You are hot, [ tseng says. he means it both ways: that olivine is gorgeous and appealing, but also that he's feverishly warm under tseng's lips, testament to how aroused he is. ] Do you feel good?
[ as long as olivine is still enjoying himself, tseng is plenty inclined to keep going. carefully, almost playfully, tseng draws olivine's cock into his mouth, sucking gently at the head for a moment before he begins to lower himself to take more. whether or not olivine is still hard doesn't seem to matter much; tseng is content to suck him back to full hardness either way, and confident that he can do so, between the thorough ministrations of his lips and tongue and the steady and unyielding motions of his other hand still working the dildo inside olivine's body. ]
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I feel good... [He confirms it quietly, a little distracted. "Good" is a pretty significant understatement, actually. Warmth wraps around the head of his cock again and he sighs sweetly, weight comfortably on the pillows beneath him as Tseng all but lazily works him over. With the recent orgasm, it'll take a few minutes, but neither man is in any rush at all.]
Ah... you really... like sucking me, almost as much as I like doing it to you.
[There's a soft amusement to it; Olivine thoroughly enjoys being sucked off too, his hips slowly meeting the pace of the dildo in his ass and the wet heat engulfing his cock. And before too long, he's leaking pre onto Tseng's tongue, hard and needy.]
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