Did you see me in my formal robes? I haven't worn them in a while... but they are meant to be fabric-saving, after all.
[There continues to be nothing fabric saving about them, Olivine!!
Oh, but it's somehow more embarrassing to read the words in text than to hear them aloud. He's spared from Tseng actively hearing the way it makes his breath hitch, and the touch of pink dusting his cheeks just adds to what was already there.]
So that's the thing you like about it...? I didn't realise how you felt about my panties still being on, Tseng.
[That's probably not true at all. But his next photo is a much more artfully framed one, focused on his cock with the glimmer of his gemstone just barely at the top.
His panties, on the other hand, are wedged between his asscheeks, providing a beautiful view of barely contained balls between wide spread thighs. Soft white lace is already darkened where his cock pushes it upward, one long finger hooked into said fabric to pull it up and aside and another just gently pressing into that wet spot.]
They rub so nicely when I pull up... I still like your fingers and mouth better, though. If I slide my finger over the slit and close my eyes, I can even almost pretend it's your tongue.
I find it hard to believe that you didn't realize how much I like you leaving your panties on, all things considered.
[ olivine teases, tseng teases back. given how olivine in nothing but lingerie is like the fastest way to get tseng on his knees, it would be pretty impressive if olivine was utterly unaware of his feelings on the subject.
the picture is exactly what he hoped for and somehow even better. with a quiet noise, tseng reaches down to rub at his growing erection through his slacks. ]
You look perfect, sweetheart, I love how wet you are for me. Keep doing that, keeping playing with the slit... imagine it's me on my knees between your legs, teasing you. I bet you'd make the prettiest noises.
I suppose I had some idea, true. But it's nice to read it clearly, too.
[no matter how oblivious he can be, he's at least somewhat aware of Tseng's preference for his lingerie. He's given the priest several himself, after all.
Biting his lip, Olivine does indeed follow that order, pressing the soft fabric against his slit with a thumbnail. Imagine it's Tseng teasing him, huh?]
If you really were here teasing me, I'd be whimpering because it's not enough. My panties are soaking wet... the fabric rubs and tickles just inside, and it feels so dirty when I push it in and pre oozes out around it.
[The next picture is a much closer shot of just that: his panties still squeeze tight around his balls, but also indent visibly into his slit despite the fluid dripping down over the head and shaft. The tip of his finger just barely presses against the top of it all.]
I wish it was your tongue on me... licking and teasing while I fuck my slit against it.
I bet you love how dirty it feels. You make such a gorgeous mess...
[ giving in to temptation, tseng undoes his belt and fly so he can slip a hand inside and stroke himself, imagining as he does how olivine's whimpering would sound. ]
I'd get my mouth on you through the fabric. Make you fuck your slit against my tongue through your panties so you can feel it rub. I'd want to tease you until your nipples are hard and your hole is soaked and you're begging me to make you come. I'm hard just imagining it.
I do like it, it feels incredible. And seeing you watch me makes it even better.
[really, he should have expected starting this with Tseng would leave him in this position; every word shared between them is its own thrill, spurring his imagination as ever.]
How would you want to tease me? It doesn't sound like you'd be satisfied using just your mouth, even though you could get everything you wanted if you did. I don't think I could refuse you anything if you were here like this.
[the way his hips shiver is addictive as fabric works over sensitive flesh, faintly grating and preventing him from taking his focus off of it even when his body naturally tries to shy away from more. a finger and thumb slip around the underside of his tip in some flimsy imitation of Tseng's mouth, eyes falling closed as a hiss tears from his lips.]
Don't underestimate how much I like having my mouth on you, sweetheart.
[ on the contrary, tseng could be satisfied being on his knees between olivine's thighs for hours and hours. some days he thinks he'd like nothing more. but olivine is right that eventually he would want more—olivine inspires that kind of hunger in him.
almost lazily, tseng strokes himself. the touch is dry for now, but the edge of discomfort makes it even better, and he's not about to stop texting olivine to go get lube. ]
I'd move off your cock, eventually. Maybe eat you out through the panties too, so you can feel how hot and wet my tongue is but never quite get it as deep as you want it. And then, if you ask sweetly enough, maybe I'd finger you. I'd take it slow, really savor stretching you out and getting you nice and loose.
I don't think I could underestimate it, by now. You're as bad as I am.
[He can't put a name to what makes Tseng's suggestion so alluring—something about using just his panties as a barrier to keep Olivine going toward the edge of madness, maybe. It feels somehow more inappropriate and lewd, as if they aren't already intensely so... ugh, but this already isn't fair. He can practically feel it already, fingers spreading him open lazily, the warm pad of his hand brushing perineum and his trapped balls. Intentionally, he can imagine.]
You'd have to tie me down to keep me in place, fingering me like that... and I'd still try to push them in deeper with my hips, squeeze hard to get you to give in and stuff me tight. It would be so hot, your fingers sliding in and out effortlessly and teasing my insides. I bet you'd feel them quivering.
[another picture is attached; the angle is awkward, but the curve of his asscheek is unmistakable, a deep red mark pressed into soft skin from his panties. It wraps up around the swell of his balls and glistens, two fingers just barely inside to gently open.]
[ that's exactly what tseng likes to see. there's something he finds so attractive about the thin fabric stretched over olivine's balls for reasons even tseng himself doesn't fully understand, but he appreciates being treated to the view nonetheless. his hand slips up to squeeze at the tip of his cock, playing with the slit a little as precum begins to leak. ]
I'd tie you spread eagle, so you couldn't move even if you wanted to. That way you would really have to feel every bit of it. My fingers, your hole clenching, your muscles trembling... You're so soft inside, especially right at your entrance. I love putting my fingers in you and just stroking, especially because it makes you so wet.
Do that for me, now. Use those two fingers and work yourself open. Play with your hole and pet your insides like I would. Don't even touch your prostate yet.
It would be so much more intense that way... I love how you look at me when you're petting me, too. Like you want to devour all of me.
[any further texting will have to be later, where Olivine is concerned. Posing for a shot is one thing, but reacting to Tseng's order is another entirely. It makes his dick ache just to think of Tseng being here in person, demanding just the same. Work himself open like that...
After a moment's thought, the priest slings one thigh up over the back of the couch. The stretch is good, effortless even, half in frame when the video message comes through.
He really should get a camera to connect to his Watch so this is easier, sometime.]
Mmn... my fingers... aren't as long as yours. [His voice on the recording is soft and light, lashes low and lips parted. Two fingers press into his hole and Tseng will be able to watch just how the muscles respond, stretching and wrapping around the digits.] It's hard to get—just the right spot.
[The depth he stops at is shallow, too. Barely enough to pass his first knuckle, they spread wide to ease that ring open then crook to nestle into the soft walls just beyond, petting like Tseng so often does. Granted, he's kept just shallow enough to catch on his sphincter and pull when fingertips reach their deepest curl, nearly popping free of his ass before disappearing back inside. Then they flex in opposite directions, one pulling his asshole a little wider as the other slides along wet walls.]
Haah... Tseng... does it look good? I want to push them in deeper and rub my prostate... but I'll be a good boy. I'll only do what you tell me you want to see. You can even call if you want...
[ the up-close sight of olivine's entrance stretching and then clenching around the fingers inside it sends an immediate jolt of heat through tseng's nerves, prompting a low but emphatic fuck as he sits up and shoves his slacks down a little further.
of course, with an invitation like that, how is tseng supposed to refuse? he calls olivine immediately, on video; he's using his non-dominant hand to touch himself, so at first all olivine will be able to see is his face, even as tseng is treated to the sight of olivine's slick hole. ]
You're perfect, [ is the first thing he says. ] You look perfect, you're being so good for me.
[ a pause for a soft exhalation as he slides his hand down to squeeze lightly at his own balls, both for the pleasure of it and to forestall his growing arousal. ]
Just a little more, sweetheart. Use a third finger and stretch yourself open so I can see. [ if tseng can't feel the way olivine's insides twitch and quiver around the fullness of his fingers, he'd at least like to be able to see it a little. and olivine is good enough at this that tseng knows he can do it. ] If I like the view enough I'll let you put them deeper.
[Honestly, seeing Tseng's face is just as arousing as anything else, considering how he gotten used to the different sharpness of his gazes, the minute changes that signify his interest and affection. Olivine wouldn't likely register it consciously that he's learned so much, no matter how much it spurs him on to play more.]
A third, so you can see... like this—?
[a third finger is easy, after all, even with his hips jolting slightly as it joins the previous two to create a slightly thicker column for his ring to wrap around. At first, it's all he can manage to work through the soft, full sensation, each digit flexing to slide in, then out again, trying to soothe and relax the tension that creeps in with each movement.
The sensation is momentous, when all three come to a stop and push outwards. It tears a sharp moan from his lips as his partner is treated to the stretch of those muscles. Slick clings to each trembling finger, gleaming as they collapse inward a little, then stretch further.]
Ughaagh... it feels weird...
[He can only imagine what it must look like, given that fact. Tseng is treated to the unfiltered sight of it all, from the way his hole squeezes and spasms around his fingers to the soft touch of pink past their tips. Slick dribbles down his taint and over his balls even, half visible at best with the current angle.]
Can... mmngh... can you see yet? It's so hard... to keep them stretched open. So hard... to stay still.
[ olivine is so gorgeously obedient, so eager and willing to do what tseng asks of him—it's that knowledge in equal measure that sends a hot, urgent surge of arousal through every nerve in tseng's body. he watches, sharp, as olivine's fingers stretch his hole open, treating tseng to the sight of the muscles inside him quivering and clenching helplessly on nothing, leaking generously over his perineum and glistening over his sack. the groan the view earns from tseng is low and almost primal with want. ]
Fuck, the things I would do to have my tongue inside you right now, [ tseng exhales breathlessly, almost laughing. he's so turned on he can hardly think. ] You're perfect. Next time I see you I'm going to fuck you until you cry.
[ finally, he changes the camera angle on his own watch so olivine can see exactly the effect he has on tseng. his slacks are bunched around his thighs, and his hand is stroking his jutting cock, flushed deep red and slick with precum. he splays his hand around the base, fingers splayed over his balls so olivine can look at his full length and imagine how it would feel inside him. ]
Finger yourself for me, right now. Slow and deep, as deep as you can get them. Don't make yourself come yet. I want you to imagine it's me inside you.
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[There continues to be nothing fabric saving about them, Olivine!!
Oh, but it's somehow more embarrassing to read the words in text than to hear them aloud. He's spared from Tseng actively hearing the way it makes his breath hitch, and the touch of pink dusting his cheeks just adds to what was already there.]
So that's the thing you like about it...? I didn't realise how you felt about my panties still being on, Tseng.
[That's probably not true at all. But his next photo is a much more artfully framed one, focused on his cock with the glimmer of his gemstone just barely at the top.
His panties, on the other hand, are wedged between his asscheeks, providing a beautiful view of barely contained balls between wide spread thighs. Soft white lace is already darkened where his cock pushes it upward, one long finger hooked into said fabric to pull it up and aside and another just gently pressing into that wet spot.]
They rub so nicely when I pull up... I still like your fingers and mouth better, though. If I slide my finger over the slit and close my eyes, I can even almost pretend it's your tongue.
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[ olivine teases, tseng teases back. given how olivine in nothing but lingerie is like the fastest way to get tseng on his knees, it would be pretty impressive if olivine was utterly unaware of his feelings on the subject.
the picture is exactly what he hoped for and somehow even better. with a quiet noise, tseng reaches down to rub at his growing erection through his slacks. ]
You look perfect, sweetheart, I love how wet you are for me. Keep doing that, keeping playing with the slit... imagine it's me on my knees between your legs, teasing you. I bet you'd make the prettiest noises.
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[no matter how oblivious he can be, he's at least somewhat aware of Tseng's preference for his lingerie. He's given the priest several himself, after all.
Biting his lip, Olivine does indeed follow that order, pressing the soft fabric against his slit with a thumbnail. Imagine it's Tseng teasing him, huh?]
If you really were here teasing me, I'd be whimpering because it's not enough. My panties are soaking wet... the fabric rubs and tickles just inside, and it feels so dirty when I push it in and pre oozes out around it.
[The next picture is a much closer shot of just that: his panties still squeeze tight around his balls, but also indent visibly into his slit despite the fluid dripping down over the head and shaft. The tip of his finger just barely presses against the top of it all.]
I wish it was your tongue on me... licking and teasing while I fuck my slit against it.
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[ giving in to temptation, tseng undoes his belt and fly so he can slip a hand inside and stroke himself, imagining as he does how olivine's whimpering would sound. ]
I'd get my mouth on you through the fabric. Make you fuck your slit against my tongue through your panties so you can feel it rub. I'd want to tease you until your nipples are hard and your hole is soaked and you're begging me to make you come. I'm hard just imagining it.
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[really, he should have expected starting this with Tseng would leave him in this position; every word shared between them is its own thrill, spurring his imagination as ever.]
How would you want to tease me? It doesn't sound like you'd be satisfied using just your mouth, even though you could get everything you wanted if you did. I don't think I could refuse you anything if you were here like this.
[the way his hips shiver is addictive as fabric works over sensitive flesh, faintly grating and preventing him from taking his focus off of it even when his body naturally tries to shy away from more. a finger and thumb slip around the underside of his tip in some flimsy imitation of Tseng's mouth, eyes falling closed as a hiss tears from his lips.]
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[ on the contrary, tseng could be satisfied being on his knees between olivine's thighs for hours and hours. some days he thinks he'd like nothing more. but olivine is right that eventually he would want more—olivine inspires that kind of hunger in him.
almost lazily, tseng strokes himself. the touch is dry for now, but the edge of discomfort makes it even better, and he's not about to stop texting olivine to go get lube. ]
I'd move off your cock, eventually. Maybe eat you out through the panties too, so you can feel how hot and wet my tongue is but never quite get it as deep as you want it. And then, if you ask sweetly enough, maybe I'd finger you. I'd take it slow, really savor stretching you out and getting you nice and loose.
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[He can't put a name to what makes Tseng's suggestion so alluring—something about using just his panties as a barrier to keep Olivine going toward the edge of madness, maybe. It feels somehow more inappropriate and lewd, as if they aren't already intensely so... ugh, but this already isn't fair. He can practically feel it already, fingers spreading him open lazily, the warm pad of his hand brushing perineum and his trapped balls. Intentionally, he can imagine.]
You'd have to tie me down to keep me in place, fingering me like that... and I'd still try to push them in deeper with my hips, squeeze hard to get you to give in and stuff me tight. It would be so hot, your fingers sliding in and out effortlessly and teasing my insides. I bet you'd feel them quivering.
[another picture is attached; the angle is awkward, but the curve of his asscheek is unmistakable, a deep red mark pressed into soft skin from his panties. It wraps up around the swell of his balls and glistens, two fingers just barely inside to gently open.]
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I'd tie you spread eagle, so you couldn't move even if you wanted to. That way you would really have to feel every bit of it. My fingers, your hole clenching, your muscles trembling... You're so soft inside, especially right at your entrance. I love putting my fingers in you and just stroking, especially because it makes you so wet.
Do that for me, now. Use those two fingers and work yourself open. Play with your hole and pet your insides like I would. Don't even touch your prostate yet.
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[any further texting will have to be later, where Olivine is concerned. Posing for a shot is one thing, but reacting to Tseng's order is another entirely. It makes his dick ache just to think of Tseng being here in person, demanding just the same. Work himself open like that...
After a moment's thought, the priest slings one thigh up over the back of the couch. The stretch is good, effortless even, half in frame when the video message comes through.
He really should get a camera to connect to his Watch so this is easier, sometime.]
Mmn... my fingers... aren't as long as yours. [His voice on the recording is soft and light, lashes low and lips parted. Two fingers press into his hole and Tseng will be able to watch just how the muscles respond, stretching and wrapping around the digits.] It's hard to get—just the right spot.
[The depth he stops at is shallow, too. Barely enough to pass his first knuckle, they spread wide to ease that ring open then crook to nestle into the soft walls just beyond, petting like Tseng so often does. Granted, he's kept just shallow enough to catch on his sphincter and pull when fingertips reach their deepest curl, nearly popping free of his ass before disappearing back inside. Then they flex in opposite directions, one pulling his asshole a little wider as the other slides along wet walls.]
Haah... Tseng... does it look good? I want to push them in deeper and rub my prostate... but I'll be a good boy. I'll only do what you tell me you want to see. You can even call if you want...
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of course, with an invitation like that, how is tseng supposed to refuse? he calls olivine immediately, on video; he's using his non-dominant hand to touch himself, so at first all olivine will be able to see is his face, even as tseng is treated to the sight of olivine's slick hole. ]
You're perfect, [ is the first thing he says. ] You look perfect, you're being so good for me.
[ a pause for a soft exhalation as he slides his hand down to squeeze lightly at his own balls, both for the pleasure of it and to forestall his growing arousal. ]
Just a little more, sweetheart. Use a third finger and stretch yourself open so I can see. [ if tseng can't feel the way olivine's insides twitch and quiver around the fullness of his fingers, he'd at least like to be able to see it a little. and olivine is good enough at this that tseng knows he can do it. ] If I like the view enough I'll let you put them deeper.
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A third, so you can see... like this—?
[a third finger is easy, after all, even with his hips jolting slightly as it joins the previous two to create a slightly thicker column for his ring to wrap around. At first, it's all he can manage to work through the soft, full sensation, each digit flexing to slide in, then out again, trying to soothe and relax the tension that creeps in with each movement.
The sensation is momentous, when all three come to a stop and push outwards. It tears a sharp moan from his lips as his partner is treated to the stretch of those muscles. Slick clings to each trembling finger, gleaming as they collapse inward a little, then stretch further.]
Ughaagh... it feels weird...
[He can only imagine what it must look like, given that fact. Tseng is treated to the unfiltered sight of it all, from the way his hole squeezes and spasms around his fingers to the soft touch of pink past their tips. Slick dribbles down his taint and over his balls even, half visible at best with the current angle.]
Can... mmngh... can you see yet? It's so hard... to keep them stretched open. So hard... to stay still.
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[ olivine is so gorgeously obedient, so eager and willing to do what tseng asks of him—it's that knowledge in equal measure that sends a hot, urgent surge of arousal through every nerve in tseng's body. he watches, sharp, as olivine's fingers stretch his hole open, treating tseng to the sight of the muscles inside him quivering and clenching helplessly on nothing, leaking generously over his perineum and glistening over his sack. the groan the view earns from tseng is low and almost primal with want. ]
Fuck, the things I would do to have my tongue inside you right now, [ tseng exhales breathlessly, almost laughing. he's so turned on he can hardly think. ] You're perfect. Next time I see you I'm going to fuck you until you cry.
[ finally, he changes the camera angle on his own watch so olivine can see exactly the effect he has on tseng. his slacks are bunched around his thighs, and his hand is stroking his jutting cock, flushed deep red and slick with precum. he splays his hand around the base, fingers splayed over his balls so olivine can look at his full length and imagine how it would feel inside him. ]
Finger yourself for me, right now. Slow and deep, as deep as you can get them. Don't make yourself come yet. I want you to imagine it's me inside you.