[ 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.]
[ the observation makes tseng hum in amusement, a sound that vibrates right against olivine's cock. he doesn't pull away immediately to answer, but when he's pulled back again to tease at the head, tseng does briefly lift his lips away from olivine's length to say, ] Guilty as charged.
[ and why wouldn't he, really, when olivine is so sensitive and responsive to everything he does? it's rewarding to bring him pleasure like this, to feel his cock start to harden once more right against tseng's tongue the longer he goes down on him. of course, it's not only sucking olivine off that tseng really likes, but he has to admit that he really does have a particular enjoyment of oral. he's just lucky that olivine likes to indulge him too.
once olivine is fully hard again, twitching against tseng's tongue and dripping precum in his mouth, tseng withdraws to the tip of his cock to suck lightly there, keeping olivine's focus. meanwhile, he withdraws the dildo from inside olivine and sets it to the side before retrieving the little corded bullet vibrator once again. this, he turns on to its lowest setting and then slides into olivine's stretched hole, accompanied by three of tseng's fingers. with an accuracy that can only be born of plenty of experience, tseng presses the vibrator against olivine's prostate, then uses his fingers to rub it back and forth in short petting motions as he ducks back down to take olivine's cock in his mouth nearly to the root. ]
[no surprise that the vibration against his cock makes Olivine's balls tense, especially with that observation of his sensitivity. He exhales what's probably meant to be a laugh, soaked with distracted pleasure and shaky from the brief reprieve.]
I'm lucky for it.
[He remarks it fondly, fingers continuing their absent touching and threading through long hair. And, for the time it takes him to return to full arousal, it's more than comfortable to just enjoy their time together. Comfortable, unhurried.
Really, the shift of Tseng's tongue and mouth at the tip of his cock should have been a warning sign of things about to shift. His rim twitches and quivers as the toy is pulled free, but he's so focused on the sucking that he doesn't even consider complaining. Doesn't have to, either—]
Huagh—?!
[neither the press of fingers into his stretched hole, nor the soft buzz of the vibrator along his walls really shakes his senses free, but the sudden pressure of that vibration against his prostate? The petting against that extra-sensitive spot? That's enough to have him gripping harder at Tseng's hair, hips twitching and squirming as if to escape the merciless pleasure.]
Tseng—n-not there— [He says, at the same time he's arching up and grasping the bedsheets with his free hand, unabashedly rocking his cock in time with the taller man's sucking, heat building in his belly again.] ugh—it's tingling...♡
[ if it weren't for how busy his mouth still is sucking at olivine's cock, tseng wouldn't be able to help a self-satisfied smile at the immediate way olivine reacts. he loops his free arm underneath olivine's thigh to circle around his hip and press low on his belly, holding him in place (more or less) to prevent him from squirming away properly; meanwhile, he doesn't let up with the vibrator, only changes the movements of his fingers inside to alternate either between the petting or rubbing in circles around olivine's prostate instead.
there's very little he enjoys more than bringing olivine to climax after climax, truth be told. not least of all because he knows how much olivine enjoys it too, having his limits pushed this way. there was a time at the beginning of their acquaintance when olivine had seemed abashed of his own hunger, as though his prodigious sex drive was something to be ashamed of—and just as olivine has given tseng permission to be more tender and loving, tseng hopes that in turn he's done at least a little to show olivine that not only is his desire nothing to be ashamed of, that it's something tseng welcomes wholeheartedly.
with his palm pressed to olivine's stomach, tseng pushes further down onto his cock, swallowing around it and then pushing even further until the thick head pushes past his mouth and into his throat. it's rare for tseng to deepthroat like this, but he wants to for olivine, wants to both taste and feel him when he finally comes. ]
[He'll never get used to the way Tseng moves, he thinks. It's effortless, how he's kept in place with the simplest touch, coaxed into every tease and brush toward his limits. Not that the thought is a very active one at the moment—the vibrator keeps his thoughts on the space they're in, almost as much as the warmth of Tseng's mouth. Surely, it would be impossible for anyone to desire anything more than the intimacy itself.
And if he were to ask, or if Olivine thought about it, Tseng has certainly had a significant impact on him. Coaxed out that voracious desire without leaving much space for doubt—and he's eternally grateful for it. True, there are still a few cracks to stumble over, but he hasn't found himself being too demanding with Tseng yet. Maybe, by the time he falls into that "selfish" frame of mind, he'll be able to accept that it's wholly welcomed—at the very least, he'll no doubt settle in the same place as Tseng, clumsily working through uncertain steps.
Honestly though, it shouldn't surprise him how easily the other man pushes them both; his hips twitch when the head of his cock slips down into Tseng's throat following a deliciously tight swallow, lashes fluttering as his concentration is scattered further. Relatively modest as his length is, he's girthy enough that the space is devastatingly tight and hot. It pulls a sharp noise from him, a hissed curse as another orgasm claws its way to the surface.
Hot desire and trust mingle there together, Olivine shifting to grind his cock against his lover's throat. His grasp is enough to tug urgently at long hair, but loose enough to leave Tseng in control of his own needs. And in the end, he'll get exactly what he wants for Olivine, out of Olivine. Balls tense and his ass squeezes around those fingers, cock straining as the first spurt of semen coats his throat, orgasm quite possibly even harder and more copious than the last.]
[ without hesitation, tseng pushes his head all the way down onto olivine's cock just at the moment of his orgasm. he swallows eagerly, tongue working against the sensitive vein, his throat tightening around the girth of olivine's cock as he twitches and spills into tseng's welcoming mouth. it does seem more copious than the last, but to tseng that's only a sign of a job well done, and he notes it to himself with great satisfaction as his lips and tongue continue to work olivine through his climax until his quivering is more like overstimulation than orgasm.
only then does tseng pull away. he withdraws the toy from inside olivine and pulls back off his cock, sucking carefully to clean away the last of his come. ]
Fuck, you're gorgeous, [ tseng says, so low it's barely audible as he reaches again for the lube. not for a toy, this time—no, he slicks his own cock with it, making quick work, and then takes advantage of olivine's pliant, blissed-out state to lift his hips and guide himself to that soft, twitching hole.
even despite how well tseng had prepared him, olivine's entrance is tight and hot around him as he sinks in slowly, inch by inch. he gasps when he's buried to the root, feeling the post-orgasmic quivering of olivine's muscles around every inch of him and dizzy with how good it feels. his hands find olivine's hips, and then he reaches for one of olivine's hands, lacing their fingers together as tseng starts to fuck him—slowly at first, but at a steady pace meant to never really let olivine come down from his climax, not entirely. ]
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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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[ and why wouldn't he, really, when olivine is so sensitive and responsive to everything he does? it's rewarding to bring him pleasure like this, to feel his cock start to harden once more right against tseng's tongue the longer he goes down on him. of course, it's not only sucking olivine off that tseng really likes, but he has to admit that he really does have a particular enjoyment of oral. he's just lucky that olivine likes to indulge him too.
once olivine is fully hard again, twitching against tseng's tongue and dripping precum in his mouth, tseng withdraws to the tip of his cock to suck lightly there, keeping olivine's focus. meanwhile, he withdraws the dildo from inside olivine and sets it to the side before retrieving the little corded bullet vibrator once again. this, he turns on to its lowest setting and then slides into olivine's stretched hole, accompanied by three of tseng's fingers. with an accuracy that can only be born of plenty of experience, tseng presses the vibrator against olivine's prostate, then uses his fingers to rub it back and forth in short petting motions as he ducks back down to take olivine's cock in his mouth nearly to the root. ]
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I'm lucky for it.
[He remarks it fondly, fingers continuing their absent touching and threading through long hair. And, for the time it takes him to return to full arousal, it's more than comfortable to just enjoy their time together. Comfortable, unhurried.
Really, the shift of Tseng's tongue and mouth at the tip of his cock should have been a warning sign of things about to shift. His rim twitches and quivers as the toy is pulled free, but he's so focused on the sucking that he doesn't even consider complaining. Doesn't have to, either—]
Huagh—?!
[neither the press of fingers into his stretched hole, nor the soft buzz of the vibrator along his walls really shakes his senses free, but the sudden pressure of that vibration against his prostate? The petting against that extra-sensitive spot? That's enough to have him gripping harder at Tseng's hair, hips twitching and squirming as if to escape the merciless pleasure.]
Tseng—n-not there— [He says, at the same time he's arching up and grasping the bedsheets with his free hand, unabashedly rocking his cock in time with the taller man's sucking, heat building in his belly again.] ugh—it's tingling...♡
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there's very little he enjoys more than bringing olivine to climax after climax, truth be told. not least of all because he knows how much olivine enjoys it too, having his limits pushed this way. there was a time at the beginning of their acquaintance when olivine had seemed abashed of his own hunger, as though his prodigious sex drive was something to be ashamed of—and just as olivine has given tseng permission to be more tender and loving, tseng hopes that in turn he's done at least a little to show olivine that not only is his desire nothing to be ashamed of, that it's something tseng welcomes wholeheartedly.
with his palm pressed to olivine's stomach, tseng pushes further down onto his cock, swallowing around it and then pushing even further until the thick head pushes past his mouth and into his throat. it's rare for tseng to deepthroat like this, but he wants to for olivine, wants to both taste and feel him when he finally comes. ]
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And if he were to ask, or if Olivine thought about it, Tseng has certainly had a significant impact on him. Coaxed out that voracious desire without leaving much space for doubt—and he's eternally grateful for it. True, there are still a few cracks to stumble over, but he hasn't found himself being too demanding with Tseng yet. Maybe, by the time he falls into that "selfish" frame of mind, he'll be able to accept that it's wholly welcomed—at the very least, he'll no doubt settle in the same place as Tseng, clumsily working through uncertain steps.
Honestly though, it shouldn't surprise him how easily the other man pushes them both; his hips twitch when the head of his cock slips down into Tseng's throat following a deliciously tight swallow, lashes fluttering as his concentration is scattered further. Relatively modest as his length is, he's girthy enough that the space is devastatingly tight and hot. It pulls a sharp noise from him, a hissed curse as another orgasm claws its way to the surface.
Hot desire and trust mingle there together, Olivine shifting to grind his cock against his lover's throat. His grasp is enough to tug urgently at long hair, but loose enough to leave Tseng in control of his own needs. And in the end, he'll get exactly what he wants for Olivine, out of Olivine. Balls tense and his ass squeezes around those fingers, cock straining as the first spurt of semen coats his throat, orgasm quite possibly even harder and more copious than the last.]
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only then does tseng pull away. he withdraws the toy from inside olivine and pulls back off his cock, sucking carefully to clean away the last of his come. ]
Fuck, you're gorgeous, [ tseng says, so low it's barely audible as he reaches again for the lube. not for a toy, this time—no, he slicks his own cock with it, making quick work, and then takes advantage of olivine's pliant, blissed-out state to lift his hips and guide himself to that soft, twitching hole.
even despite how well tseng had prepared him, olivine's entrance is tight and hot around him as he sinks in slowly, inch by inch. he gasps when he's buried to the root, feeling the post-orgasmic quivering of olivine's muscles around every inch of him and dizzy with how good it feels. his hands find olivine's hips, and then he reaches for one of olivine's hands, lacing their fingers together as tseng starts to fuck him—slowly at first, but at a steady pace meant to never really let olivine come down from his climax, not entirely. ]
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