[ Sylvain just laughs, trailing kisses along Olivine’s shoulder now as he reaches for the priest’s wrists. Pins them to the cushion of the lounger to either side of Basch’s head. Effectively pinning the man in place between them as he fucks into Olivine a little deeper. A little harder. A little faster. ]

I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or if I should be offended right now. [ But he winks at Basch over Olivine’s shoulder to let him know he’s taking the teasing in good nature.

Of course, a moment later, he sets his teeth into the soft flesh at the curve of Olivine’s throat, biting down. ] I definitely think an argument can be made for Olivine’s bratty side. But honestly, I think he just does that when he’s craving to provoke someone into punishing him. Maybe I should be turning your ass red right now instead of fucking you, hmm?