[ Sylvain just keeps focusing on the men beneath him - Olivine holding the lion's share as he fucks into him, feeling him clench and shudder as Sylvain drives him higher. But his dark gaze watches Basch's lips move along the priest's skin with a hungry sort of intent, watching the expressions he can see play across Basch's face - since it's the clearest angle he can get in this position.

But he can feel the way Olivine's body shudders around him that it won't take much to push him too far. Which is what has him shifting his angle, purposefully brushing over his prostate again as he rocks into him. His own breathing coming more ragged now at the stimulation, the tight, slick clench of Olivine's body around his cock. ]

Think you can come like this for me, Oli? Caught between us like this. Kiss him, Basch? You have better reach than I do right now.