[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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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.
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stretching out on the mattress, tseng draws olivine into his arms and smooths his palm slowly up olivine's back, his fingertips tracing the line of the chain that drapes along his spine. there will be time for more conversation, he thinks, and more sex after that, and all kinds of explorations of each other both physical and otherwise. and then eventually the cleanup, and the changing of the sheets, and the inevitable drifting off into sleep that comes after satisfying physical exertion.
but all of that comes later. for now, there's nothing but this: the warmth of their bodies where they press together, the soft cadence of their breathing, and the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats as they lie tangled up in each other, relishing the moment. ]