[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. ]
[he's still catching his breath when Tseng pulls back to clean the mess, thighs quivering and twitching as the toy slips free of his ass. a momentary relief, no doubt, not that he has complaints about that—how could he, when he's busy watching the other man clean him up and look at him with that same hungry warmth.]
You're one to talk... [there's almost a laugh to the words, as his back settles against the bed while Tseng prepares himself. it's just enough to start to feel his limbs a little more again, hips rising up and all but purring as the heat of his cock brushes his hole.
like this, he finds he can't quite squeeze like he might prefer. it doesn't change the fact that the last inch sinks in just as satisfying as the first, until their bodies meet and hands steady his hips before one moves on. fingers lace together and Olivine lets it rest against the bed behind him, gasping sweetly as Tseng starts to fuck him. steady, slow enough to drive him mad, on top of keeping him still in the sensitivity of that previous climax.]
I should hope so, [ tseng murmurs back, full of affection as his body moves. watching olivine shift under him is such a delight, his body flushed all over and covered in come... tseng is going to have to pay for dry cleaning for the lingerie, of course, it's a lost cause at this point, but all the better to be able to watch olivine make a mess of himself.
for this last climax, tseng thinks he might like to coax olivine there more than push him. to let his pleasure build slowly, steadily, until it's all-consuming and impossible to resist—the previous two have been driven by urgency and tseng's desire to leave olivine breathless and wrecked, but as he looks down at olivine now he finds himself filled with equal parts desire and affection that keep him moving slowly, fucking olivine in deep but steady thrusts.
as the fuck, tseng lets his gaze travel unrestrainedly over what he can see of olivine's body. the glistening of sweat and saliva and come on his skin, his nipples peeking through the lacy fabric of his top, the way his skin flushes pink all over but especially in his cheeks when he's aroused... tseng wants to put his mouth on every inch of this man, to find out how many different noises he'll make, where on his body is sensitive. but he can only reach as far as olivine's neck, where tseng ducks his head down to press a series of soft kisses from below olivine's jaw up to his cheek and then eventually to his mouth. ]
[The first touches of fatigue are starting to grace his expression now, a lilt of lashes that ultimately means little for stopping. Two or three orgasms just leaves him comfortably buzzed with pleasure and they both know it.
The slow pace is anything but unwelcome, though; Olivine is still devastatingly sensitive all over, so even this persistent, affectionate measure is more than enough to push him toward his favorite overwhelmed haze. And he'd have to be blind to not see how Tseng looks at him, skin flushed hot with desire and gleaming from the effort. Stupid, for that matter, to feel anything less than pride and affection in his unabashed admiration, as Tseng is treated to the gentle jingling of delicate chains amid the slap of hips, the delicate lines of truly tested fabric lain over red skin.
Truthfully, though, it may well be their mouths that convey the depths of their shared feelings, all without words. Just with the warm, soft curve of a smile as Tseng kisses over the top of the lingerie's collar and up to his cheek, the unrestrained mingling of lips and tongue, slow in favor of savoring every taste and molten with desire. It's no wonder that he loses track of everything when they're like this—there's little more pleasurable than indulging in each other, even as his hips start to tremble and shiver with another building orgasm.]
[ even though tseng can clock the beginnings of a familiar lassitude in olivine's expression, he knows better than to think that means he wants to stop. on the contrary, he knows this just means that olivine feels good, maybe a little dick-drunk, but nowhere near the actual limits of his appetite for pleasure.
somehow, even though the kiss is slow and indulgent, it nonetheless makes things between them feel even hotter. being allowed to taste every inch of olivine's mouth, to feel his tongue curl against tseng's and to swallow his moans right as they're given voice—all of it is so unbearably intimate and erotic that tseng isn't sure he'll be able to hold out much longer. he doesn't want to reach between them to stroke olivine off, but he does press close enough that olivine's wet cock is trapped between their bodies, subjected to the friction they make when they move together.
tseng pulls back from the kiss just slightly, sucking lewdly on olivine's tongue as he goes, and then says, ]
I want you to come for me one more time, Olivine. Let me see you.
[lucky for Olivine, both of them like it when he's at least a little dick-drunk. It makes him even more pliant and enthusiastic, matching the intimate, indulgent act of their kisses just so.
The curl of tongues is addictive too, sounds all engulfed by the space they occupy. He'd probably be surprised to realise it's that that draws Tseng most deeply toward his orgasm, largely because it feels sentimental and unguarded. He'd be flattered, too.
Instead, at the moment his breath hitches as their abdomens press close and his cock is squeezed between them, grinding with the friction of their actions.]
Ah—nnh— [His lashes flutter as Tseng sucks on his tongue, letting it retreat when he moves to speak.]
Just—one more? I can... handle that... ungh! Get... a good look...
[despite his words, he's tempted to pull the other man down again, to wrap his thighs around his waist and coax orgasm out of them both. He's a good boy, though. Weight shifting to meet every fuck of their hips, Olivine stretches himself out over the pillows until the head of his cock slips nearly free from between their bodies with every thrust, leaking more pre onto already messy skin.
Like this, he can squeeze a little tighter in his climax. More like normal, really, like he's not already come twice and had his ass stretched basically this whole time. Tseng's name is a pleading gasp as muscles tense and his body trembles with every rope of spend wrung out of him.]
[ just one more for now, tseng is tempted to say, but he's somewhat distracted by the sight of olivine shifting beneath him, arching his back and spreading his thighs to get himself the angle he wants and needs. it's always such a delight to watch olivine chase his pleasure like this, to take charge of making sure he gets tseng's cock just deep enough, allowing him to squeeze even more tightly when climax finally overtakes him. it's beautiful to watch, an intensely physical experience as olivine shivers and gasps, his cock twitching as he spills once more over his own stomach, adding to the mess already there.
and tseng, just as he predicted, has no defenses left with which to hold out against it. olivine's ass clutches around him and tseng shivers and gives in, letting his head drop briefly on a low moan as he thrusts forward once, twice—and then forces his gaze up to watch olivine's expression again as tseng comes with a hot, intense jolt of pleasure, his cock throbbing and twitching as he fills olivine with his come.
when most of the intense pleasure has passed, tseng lowers himself onto his elbows so he can catch olivine's mouth in another breathless kiss, this one much briefer since they both do need at least a little bit of air. when they part, tseng smiles a little and says, between panting breaths, ]
[warmth floods him again, in the dizzy aftermath of his own orgasm, and his expression definitely shares his state of being. Glassy eyes and parted, swollen lips create a sweet expression, peering up at Tseng to watch him working through his own orgasm in turn. if he had a little more strength in his limbs or thoughts in his head, he might pull him down for a kiss too.
but then Tseng does it himself, mouths meeting in a brief and heavy kiss, fingers finally finding enough autonomy that he can curl them over his shoulders. still gasping for each breath, his little laugh is thin and thready, drawing a smile across his face.]
I would... say so... mmnh. You certainly... left your mark... hehe.
[don't you dare apologise, Tseng!!! fingers drift to gently brush his cheek. he's catching his breath finally, at least enough to start speaking slightly longer sentences.]
Maybe... I'll keep this one... just for you. So you can make a mess of it whenever you like.
[ for a brief moment tseng wants to demur—hadn't olivine bought the lingerie with someone in mind? doesn't he want that person to see him too, to perhaps be just as overcome by desire in response?—but then, in a beautiful deus ex machina flash of emotional awareness, tseng makes the decision not to invite this hypothetical other partner into their post-coital bed. instead he just smiles and says, ]
You're amassing quite a collection of lingerie I like to make messes of you in.
[ between this one and the green one tseng gifted him before, before long olivine will have one set for every night of the week. which, now that tseng thinks about it, wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
it takes a moment for his breathing to slow, and another moment for olivine's to do the same. in the meantime, tseng ducks his head to kiss along olivine's shoulder, his chest, up his neck—kissing skin and lace alike, appreciating the look of olivine's flushed body peeking through the light ribbons. when he finally feels that he can kiss olivine without leaving him dizzy, tseng lifts his mouth to press to olivine's instead, another slow, thorough kiss. ]
I'm going to pull out so I can hold you for a while, [ tseng says when they part. ] Unless you object?
[Tseng might be shocked to realise that Olivine just like wearing pretty lingerie for himself, too. Later, at least, he'll get more insight on his past directly.]
It wouldn't be a terrible thing, would it?
[his smile is just as warm in response, amusement and affection in his gaze. really, he would love to have a week's worth of fun lingerie to share with Tseng, maybe more... no doubt, he's already getting some ideas of things to surprise him with later.
But for now, he's content to relax with Tseng. The touch of his mouth pulls soft, contented noises from him, lazily chasing the sensations as they move upward over skin and lace. When their mouths meet properly again, Olivine's hands gently cradle Tseng's jaw as he kisses back, slow and easy and thorough.]
I don't object. [He laughs softly as he says it.] I like it when you hold me, and we can clean up later, like usual.
[ with olivine's permission, tseng does exactly that. he pulls out slowly, his now-soft cock slipping free of olivine's body; a little of tseng's come drips free as well, which is a beautifully erotic sight and one tseng will surely capitalize on later. although olivine's stamina may outstrip tseng's own, he has no qualms about making olivine come another two or three times before they're through tonight—if they're going to make a mess of the lingerie, they may as well commit to it, he thinks.
stretching out on the mattress, tseng draws olivine into his arms and smooths his palm slowly up olivine's back, his fingertips tracing the line of the chain that drapes along his spine. there will be time for more conversation, he thinks, and more sex after that, and all kinds of explorations of each other both physical and otherwise. and then eventually the cleanup, and the changing of the sheets, and the inevitable drifting off into sleep that comes after satisfying physical exertion.
but all of that comes later. for now, there's nothing but this: the warmth of their bodies where they press together, the soft cadence of their breathing, and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats as they lie tangled up in each other, relishing the moment. ]
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[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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You're one to talk... [there's almost a laugh to the words, as his back settles against the bed while Tseng prepares himself. it's just enough to start to feel his limbs a little more again, hips rising up and all but purring as the heat of his cock brushes his hole.
like this, he finds he can't quite squeeze like he might prefer. it doesn't change the fact that the last inch sinks in just as satisfying as the first, until their bodies meet and hands steady his hips before one moves on. fingers lace together and Olivine lets it rest against the bed behind him, gasping sweetly as Tseng starts to fuck him. steady, slow enough to drive him mad, on top of keeping him still in the sensitivity of that previous climax.]
Nnghaah... feels so much better than a toy...
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for this last climax, tseng thinks he might like to coax olivine there more than push him. to let his pleasure build slowly, steadily, until it's all-consuming and impossible to resist—the previous two have been driven by urgency and tseng's desire to leave olivine breathless and wrecked, but as he looks down at olivine now he finds himself filled with equal parts desire and affection that keep him moving slowly, fucking olivine in deep but steady thrusts.
as the fuck, tseng lets his gaze travel unrestrainedly over what he can see of olivine's body. the glistening of sweat and saliva and come on his skin, his nipples peeking through the lacy fabric of his top, the way his skin flushes pink all over but especially in his cheeks when he's aroused... tseng wants to put his mouth on every inch of this man, to find out how many different noises he'll make, where on his body is sensitive. but he can only reach as far as olivine's neck, where tseng ducks his head down to press a series of soft kisses from below olivine's jaw up to his cheek and then eventually to his mouth. ]
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[The first touches of fatigue are starting to grace his expression now, a lilt of lashes that ultimately means little for stopping. Two or three orgasms just leaves him comfortably buzzed with pleasure and they both know it.
The slow pace is anything but unwelcome, though; Olivine is still devastatingly sensitive all over, so even this persistent, affectionate measure is more than enough to push him toward his favorite overwhelmed haze. And he'd have to be blind to not see how Tseng looks at him, skin flushed hot with desire and gleaming from the effort. Stupid, for that matter, to feel anything less than pride and affection in his unabashed admiration, as Tseng is treated to the gentle jingling of delicate chains amid the slap of hips, the delicate lines of truly tested fabric lain over red skin.
Truthfully, though, it may well be their mouths that convey the depths of their shared feelings, all without words. Just with the warm, soft curve of a smile as Tseng kisses over the top of the lingerie's collar and up to his cheek, the unrestrained mingling of lips and tongue, slow in favor of savoring every taste and molten with desire. It's no wonder that he loses track of everything when they're like this—there's little more pleasurable than indulging in each other, even as his hips start to tremble and shiver with another building orgasm.]
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somehow, even though the kiss is slow and indulgent, it nonetheless makes things between them feel even hotter. being allowed to taste every inch of olivine's mouth, to feel his tongue curl against tseng's and to swallow his moans right as they're given voice—all of it is so unbearably intimate and erotic that tseng isn't sure he'll be able to hold out much longer. he doesn't want to reach between them to stroke olivine off, but he does press close enough that olivine's wet cock is trapped between their bodies, subjected to the friction they make when they move together.
tseng pulls back from the kiss just slightly, sucking lewdly on olivine's tongue as he goes, and then says, ]
I want you to come for me one more time, Olivine. Let me see you.
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The curl of tongues is addictive too, sounds all engulfed by the space they occupy. He'd probably be surprised to realise it's that that draws Tseng most deeply toward his orgasm, largely because it feels sentimental and unguarded. He'd be flattered, too.
Instead, at the moment his breath hitches as their abdomens press close and his cock is squeezed between them, grinding with the friction of their actions.]
Ah—nnh— [His lashes flutter as Tseng sucks on his tongue, letting it retreat when he moves to speak.]
Just—one more? I can... handle that... ungh! Get... a good look...
[despite his words, he's tempted to pull the other man down again, to wrap his thighs around his waist and coax orgasm out of them both. He's a good boy, though. Weight shifting to meet every fuck of their hips, Olivine stretches himself out over the pillows until the head of his cock slips nearly free from between their bodies with every thrust, leaking more pre onto already messy skin.
Like this, he can squeeze a little tighter in his climax. More like normal, really, like he's not already come twice and had his ass stretched basically this whole time. Tseng's name is a pleading gasp as muscles tense and his body trembles with every rope of spend wrung out of him.]
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and tseng, just as he predicted, has no defenses left with which to hold out against it. olivine's ass clutches around him and tseng shivers and gives in, letting his head drop briefly on a low moan as he thrusts forward once, twice—and then forces his gaze up to watch olivine's expression again as tseng comes with a hot, intense jolt of pleasure, his cock throbbing and twitching as he fills olivine with his come.
when most of the intense pleasure has passed, tseng lowers himself onto his elbows so he can catch olivine's mouth in another breathless kiss, this one much briefer since they both do need at least a little bit of air. when they part, tseng smiles a little and says, between panting breaths, ]
I think we can, safely say I enjoy, the lingerie.
[ sorry! he'll dry clean it, he promises. ]
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but then Tseng does it himself, mouths meeting in a brief and heavy kiss, fingers finally finding enough autonomy that he can curl them over his shoulders. still gasping for each breath, his little laugh is thin and thready, drawing a smile across his face.]
I would... say so... mmnh. You certainly... left your mark... hehe.
[don't you dare apologise, Tseng!!! fingers drift to gently brush his cheek. he's catching his breath finally, at least enough to start speaking slightly longer sentences.]
Maybe... I'll keep this one... just for you. So you can make a mess of it whenever you like.
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You're amassing quite a collection of lingerie I like to make messes of you in.
[ between this one and the green one tseng gifted him before, before long olivine will have one set for every night of the week. which, now that tseng thinks about it, wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
it takes a moment for his breathing to slow, and another moment for olivine's to do the same. in the meantime, tseng ducks his head to kiss along olivine's shoulder, his chest, up his neck—kissing skin and lace alike, appreciating the look of olivine's flushed body peeking through the light ribbons. when he finally feels that he can kiss olivine without leaving him dizzy, tseng lifts his mouth to press to olivine's instead, another slow, thorough kiss. ]
I'm going to pull out so I can hold you for a while, [ tseng says when they part. ] Unless you object?
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It wouldn't be a terrible thing, would it?
[his smile is just as warm in response, amusement and affection in his gaze. really, he would love to have a week's worth of fun lingerie to share with Tseng, maybe more... no doubt, he's already getting some ideas of things to surprise him with later.
But for now, he's content to relax with Tseng. The touch of his mouth pulls soft, contented noises from him, lazily chasing the sensations as they move upward over skin and lace. When their mouths meet properly again, Olivine's hands gently cradle Tseng's jaw as he kisses back, slow and easy and thorough.]
I don't object. [He laughs softly as he says it.] I like it when you hold me, and we can clean up later, like usual.
🎀
stretching out on the mattress, tseng draws olivine into his arms and smooths his palm slowly up olivine's back, his fingertips tracing the line of the chain that drapes along his spine. there will be time for more conversation, he thinks, and more sex after that, and all kinds of explorations of each other both physical and otherwise. and then eventually the cleanup, and the changing of the sheets, and the inevitable drifting off into sleep that comes after satisfying physical exertion.
but all of that comes later. for now, there's nothing but this: the warmth of their bodies where they press together, the soft cadence of their breathing, and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats as they lie tangled up in each other, relishing the moment. ]