[ the command is given easily, with the confidence of a man sure that olivine will obey even if tseng isn't there to force it. he knows olivine too well to think otherwise—olivine might want to come, but it will feel even better for him if he denies himself for a while, and tseng is pretty sure that olivine's desire to obey is, at least for the time being, stronger than his desire to orgasm.
he watches olivine's four fingers slide into the welcoming clutch of his ass, the ring of muscle stretching tight around them as he pushes them greedily into his wet hole. it's easier for tseng to see the pink of his insides this way too, in little glimpses between olivine's spread fingers as he scissors them inside himself, making even more slick drip from him and coat his taint, soaking into the askew fabric of his panties. ]
Slow, slower than that. I want you to feel every inch of it. You can touch your prostate, but don't come. I want you dripping wet and twitching, I want you so sensitive you think your cock will explode if I even breathe on it.
[ whether or not olivine still has the wherewithal to watch the feed from tseng's watch is... unclear, but if he does, he's treated to the sight of tseng beginning to stroke himself again. his hand is slick now, having reached for the lube in the interim, and the first full stroke makes him groan, pleasure clenching in his belly and making his thighs tense. ]
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[ the command is given easily, with the confidence of a man sure that olivine will obey even if tseng isn't there to force it. he knows olivine too well to think otherwise—olivine might want to come, but it will feel even better for him if he denies himself for a while, and tseng is pretty sure that olivine's desire to obey is, at least for the time being, stronger than his desire to orgasm.
he watches olivine's four fingers slide into the welcoming clutch of his ass, the ring of muscle stretching tight around them as he pushes them greedily into his wet hole. it's easier for tseng to see the pink of his insides this way too, in little glimpses between olivine's spread fingers as he scissors them inside himself, making even more slick drip from him and coat his taint, soaking into the askew fabric of his panties. ]
Slow, slower than that. I want you to feel every inch of it. You can touch your prostate, but don't come. I want you dripping wet and twitching, I want you so sensitive you think your cock will explode if I even breathe on it.
[ whether or not olivine still has the wherewithal to watch the feed from tseng's watch is... unclear, but if he does, he's treated to the sight of tseng beginning to stroke himself again. his hand is slick now, having reached for the lube in the interim, and the first full stroke makes him groan, pleasure clenching in his belly and making his thighs tense. ]