That's it.

[ He murmurs the soft praise in Olivine's ear, fingers teasing sensitive skin as his lips once more trail kisses down the priest's throat. ]

Just like that. You're doing perfectly. Listen to how he moans for you. How he's already chasing you for more. Make him feel good. Make him beg for you.

[ His eyes are on both of them, the way Basch arches back, the way he clenches around Olivine's cock as he presses in at a new angle. The way Olivine's fingers bite into the soft flesh of his ass, leave the imprint of nails in his skin - something else he knows Basch will love.

This is almost as much fun as fucking either of them himself. ]