[it takes a bit to get used to it, partly because of Sylvain's lead—because well, it's Olivine, and his instinct is to follow and not lead. on top of the mixed sensations from both the redhead and Basch's body around him, he has to remember to keep a pace?
still, there's a soft, bitten-off whine when Sylvain moves away from him finally, warm air not enough for his skin. it's alongside the absent nod he gives at Sylvain's orders, keeping that same pace, his thumbs press more gently into the curve of Basch's hip, soothing the rougher pressure of his fingers holding the blond in place. not coming... he can manage it for now, at least. there's so much to be overwhelmed by that he's not actually in danger of it yet.
teeth press to his lip in absent thought, as the taller two continue their conversation, a marvel he feels almost like an intruder for. he's not, obviously, but the priest's experiences with multiple partners are... very, very limited still. all of his thoughts are a little disjointed with the sensations, too, so perhaps he feels a little less out of place now compared to before.
the reality is that he's probably not going to completely lose that sort of unsure touch, for reasons Sylvain hasn't come to just yet. but he's comfortable enough, especially with Basch's encouragements leading him on, and the faintly devious intent to make the man squirm and struggle a little doesn't pass him, because he's sure he'd enjoy it. once he finds it, he can tease his prostate at unpredictable intervals, leaning forward without someone to lean back into.
again, he's not entirely sure which of them Sylvain is speaking to in that moment. Basch would presumably make the most sense since the blond is secured enough that he'd be hard to move to assist in pleasuring Sylvain, but there's also the fact that Olivine's pleasure is mostly his own doing... but it doesn't matter, he supposes. if he's doing something wrong, he'll be corrected, because that's sort of their dynamic too.]
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Date: 2024-06-29 03:13 am (UTC)still, there's a soft, bitten-off whine when Sylvain moves away from him finally, warm air not enough for his skin. it's alongside the absent nod he gives at Sylvain's orders, keeping that same pace, his thumbs press more gently into the curve of Basch's hip, soothing the rougher pressure of his fingers holding the blond in place. not coming... he can manage it for now, at least. there's so much to be overwhelmed by that he's not actually in danger of it yet.
teeth press to his lip in absent thought, as the taller two continue their conversation, a marvel he feels almost like an intruder for. he's not, obviously, but the priest's experiences with multiple partners are... very, very limited still. all of his thoughts are a little disjointed with the sensations, too, so perhaps he feels a little less out of place now compared to before.
the reality is that he's probably not going to completely lose that sort of unsure touch, for reasons Sylvain hasn't come to just yet. but he's comfortable enough, especially with Basch's encouragements leading him on, and the faintly devious intent to make the man squirm and struggle a little doesn't pass him, because he's sure he'd enjoy it. once he finds it, he can tease his prostate at unpredictable intervals, leaning forward without someone to lean back into.
again, he's not entirely sure which of them Sylvain is speaking to in that moment. Basch would presumably make the most sense since the blond is secured enough that he'd be hard to move to assist in pleasuring Sylvain, but there's also the fact that Olivine's pleasure is mostly his own doing... but it doesn't matter, he supposes. if he's doing something wrong, he'll be corrected, because that's sort of their dynamic too.]