[It doesn't take long to be sure he's been set up to fail. Not that Olivine didn't know that as soon as Sylvain's warmth settled behind him, but now? With him kissing and nipping the priest's shoulder while he's working him yup with virtually expert precision?
Honestly, he's just proud that the only thing that escapes him is a moan. Hips rise into the touch even as he works all the more diligently to see to Basch's pleasure, slow and deep but still markedly careful.
Lips part and he almost speaks, catches himself. Gives Sylvain an almost pleading look past long lashes, instead. His free hand lowers again about now, joining Sylvain's on the opposite side to soothe and steady. His thumb brushes fondly over the swell of Basch's hip, occasionally twitching as his concentration wanes.]
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Honestly, he's just proud that the only thing that escapes him is a moan. Hips rise into the touch even as he works all the more diligently to see to Basch's pleasure, slow and deep but still markedly careful.
Lips part and he almost speaks, catches himself. Gives Sylvain an almost pleading look past long lashes, instead. His free hand lowers again about now, joining Sylvain's on the opposite side to soothe and steady. His thumb brushes fondly over the swell of Basch's hip, occasionally twitching as his concentration wanes.]