[ That smile is only growing more and more audible in his voice as he rocks again, making sure Olivine has a good grasp on the pace he wants him to maintain. That he will keep chasing both their pleasures, even if Sylvain can feel the way he stutters over the movements. Which is surprising - Olivine had never struck him as particularly shy or uncertain when they've fucked. But this is a new scenario, and maybe he's not so comfortable in a more dominant position like this. Even if Sylvain is still calling the shots.
So he does what he can to reassure him, gives him a pattern to follow, a guiding hand on his hip as he lets him fall into the rhythm of it. Only when he's certain Olivine is okay with it does he finally shift out from behind him. ]
Keep doing that. Just like that. But no coming yet, my pets. We're not ready for that just yet.
[ Just to be extra frustrating here.
He steps around to the front of the stocks again, bringing himself back into Basch's line of sight - and Olivine's, as well - as he smirks down at the blond and tangles his fingers into tousled blond hair. Tipping Basch's flushed face back towards him so he can drink in the hunger written in his expression. ]
I hadn't thought of that, actually, but I suppose this is a good start of it, hmm? You so enjoyed the experience, after all, it's only fair you get to enjoy both sides of it. Now open that pretty mouth for me, hmm?
[ he slides his hand into his own swim trunks, wrapping it around his own erection and stroking once, twice, before drawing it out to slide the tip against the man's lips. His eyes flit between Basch and Olivine, constantly assessing both of them, making sure they're still comfortable, even as he tries to orchestrate this in a way they'll all enjoy. ]
I'm sure you can manage to pleasure us both, can you not?
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Date: 2024-06-28 10:53 pm (UTC)[ That smile is only growing more and more audible in his voice as he rocks again, making sure Olivine has a good grasp on the pace he wants him to maintain. That he will keep chasing both their pleasures, even if Sylvain can feel the way he stutters over the movements. Which is surprising - Olivine had never struck him as particularly shy or uncertain when they've fucked. But this is a new scenario, and maybe he's not so comfortable in a more dominant position like this. Even if Sylvain is still calling the shots.
So he does what he can to reassure him, gives him a pattern to follow, a guiding hand on his hip as he lets him fall into the rhythm of it. Only when he's certain Olivine is okay with it does he finally shift out from behind him. ]
Keep doing that. Just like that. But no coming yet, my pets. We're not ready for that just yet.
[ Just to be extra frustrating here.
He steps around to the front of the stocks again, bringing himself back into Basch's line of sight - and Olivine's, as well - as he smirks down at the blond and tangles his fingers into tousled blond hair. Tipping Basch's flushed face back towards him so he can drink in the hunger written in his expression. ]
I hadn't thought of that, actually, but I suppose this is a good start of it, hmm? You so enjoyed the experience, after all, it's only fair you get to enjoy both sides of it. Now open that pretty mouth for me, hmm?
[ he slides his hand into his own swim trunks, wrapping it around his own erection and stroking once, twice, before drawing it out to slide the tip against the man's lips. His eyes flit between Basch and Olivine, constantly assessing both of them, making sure they're still comfortable, even as he tries to orchestrate this in a way they'll all enjoy. ]
I'm sure you can manage to pleasure us both, can you not?