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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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. ]