[ An order, requested as it is, is welcome. They're both beautiful above him, breath ragged and faces flushed in ways he's seen before, and its surreal to feel them both against him. And yet some part of him feels like an intruder, or like he isn't doing enough, or just...not quite settled. Maybe it would be better if he weren't spent and his hunger could overpower his thoughts.
He doesn't know. But kissing Olivine feels good and warm, and holding him steady as he gives them both what they want is arousing, and something else. He likes taking care of both these men. Doing it at the same time is lovely. Lovely enough that he moans into Olivine, even as he drives his tongue against the other, one of his legs shifting so he can wrap it around Sylvain's, wanting to touch them both, wanting to feel anchored.
Pinned by their weight and focused on his task, he relaxes again. His mind settles, and he just enjoys the familiar timbre of both their breathing and moans getting close to tipping, enjoys the pressure and weight driving into him, enjoys the knowledge that this is ... oddly public still.
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Date: 2024-08-03 03:20 am (UTC)He doesn't know. But kissing Olivine feels good and warm, and holding him steady as he gives them both what they want is arousing, and something else. He likes taking care of both these men. Doing it at the same time is lovely. Lovely enough that he moans into Olivine, even as he drives his tongue against the other, one of his legs shifting so he can wrap it around Sylvain's, wanting to touch them both, wanting to feel anchored.
Pinned by their weight and focused on his task, he relaxes again. His mind settles, and he just enjoys the familiar timbre of both their breathing and moans getting close to tipping, enjoys the pressure and weight driving into him, enjoys the knowledge that this is ... oddly public still.
He likes this. He likes them. ]