[distracted or not, he's settling into the rhythm of it at least. It's kind of funny—he still doesn't know how often he'd think of being on this side—but it's an enjoyable strain. Especially with Basch as his partner, enthusiastic in a way that's so familiar to the priest.]
Mmnh—
[His eyes don't widen as much as they might have with someone else. Olivine knows Sylvain, after all, even before the fact that he hasn't been making the effort easy. Basch will be able to guess how he feels about that easily, given the way his cock twitches and throbs at the idea.
Olivine did say he really liked it when he was "forced" to endure pleasure, after all.
Speaking of: his pace hitches briefly as Sylvain reaches to tug on a chain, biting back the urge to squirm as the tug only further reddens his skin and teases the nubs to (even more) puffy arousal. Another groan escapes, naturally, breathless and remarkably needy... for Basch not knowing who he is, that is. His gaze stays on Sylvain's, distraction frolicking there as every sensation rolls through him.
Truthfully? He's probably a lot closer than Sylvain is calculating, given the fact that there's no way he's going to be able to hold back when he already has so many rules and instructions to focus on.]
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Date: 2024-07-05 07:15 pm (UTC)Mmnh—
[His eyes don't widen as much as they might have with someone else. Olivine knows Sylvain, after all, even before the fact that he hasn't been making the effort easy. Basch will be able to guess how he feels about that easily, given the way his cock twitches and throbs at the idea.
Olivine did say he really liked it when he was "forced" to endure pleasure, after all.
Speaking of: his pace hitches briefly as Sylvain reaches to tug on a chain, biting back the urge to squirm as the tug only further reddens his skin and teases the nubs to (even more) puffy arousal. Another groan escapes, naturally, breathless and remarkably needy... for Basch not knowing who he is, that is. His gaze stays on Sylvain's, distraction frolicking there as every sensation rolls through him.
Truthfully? He's probably a lot closer than Sylvain is calculating, given the fact that there's no way he's going to be able to hold back when he already has so many rules and instructions to focus on.]