[ 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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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.