[ He pulls back in surprise, but only far enough to see Olivine's face. He's frozen, like sudden movement will dislodge the warm hands on his face, the impossibly gentle touch along his skin.
There's no fear or resentment anywhere in Olivine. Like this, he'd know in his bones. That makes his eyes sting, some hurt he doesn't understand with his thoughts muddled still strong enough to feel the balm of acceptance.
It's fortunate for both of them, perhaps, that his impulses are steering him, otherwise he would fret endlessly about whether or not this was alright. But with a whine in his throat and his ears lowered and submissive, he bumps his nose to Olivine's again, then lightly brushes their lips, body straining for any sign of rejection. ]
...alright? [ he manages to ask, the single word a struggle to form.
Later, when he found out Olivine's worry of abusing his position, he'd laugh. He's more worried about taking care of the priest's kindness, or smaller form, or lack of good companions.
But like this, he's blissfully only worried about whether Olivine says yes or stop. ]
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There's no fear or resentment anywhere in Olivine. Like this, he'd know in his bones. That makes his eyes sting, some hurt he doesn't understand with his thoughts muddled still strong enough to feel the balm of acceptance.
It's fortunate for both of them, perhaps, that his impulses are steering him, otherwise he would fret endlessly about whether or not this was alright. But with a whine in his throat and his ears lowered and submissive, he bumps his nose to Olivine's again, then lightly brushes their lips, body straining for any sign of rejection. ]
...alright? [ he manages to ask, the single word a struggle to form.
Later, when he found out Olivine's worry of abusing his position, he'd laugh. He's more worried about taking care of the priest's kindness, or smaller form, or lack of good companions.
But like this, he's blissfully only worried about whether Olivine says yes or stop. ]