[Every kiss, every touch seems to stoke that sensation of need higher, sinks into him like a drug. As Basch pulls away, settling between his legs, the priest can feel his face heat up all the more. It only intensifies as his pants and underwear are pulled away, following his shoes.]
Ah... feels so nice...
[There's some part of him that uses the touch to avoid thinking too hard on what's coming next, because it's still embarrassing for him. But then a hand trails down to clasp his sack and he whines sweetly, cheeks flushing all over again.
Honestly it's just not something he expected the other to want to do, despite knowing he himself has wanted to for a long time. A soft cry escapes him as lips press along the length of his cock, then take in the head, engulfing it in warmth. Basch's name tumbles from his lips again, and Olivine spreads his legs a little more to give him more room. God, it's so good... his heart races, and he still feels like he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't want it—but he can't stop. Doesn't want to stop. As much as the blond will give him, he'll take it all greedily.]
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Date: 2024-06-11 12:58 am (UTC)Ah... feels so nice...
[There's some part of him that uses the touch to avoid thinking too hard on what's coming next, because it's still embarrassing for him. But then a hand trails down to clasp his sack and he whines sweetly, cheeks flushing all over again.
Honestly it's just not something he expected the other to want to do, despite knowing he himself has wanted to for a long time. A soft cry escapes him as lips press along the length of his cock, then take in the head, engulfing it in warmth. Basch's name tumbles from his lips again, and Olivine spreads his legs a little more to give him more room. God, it's so good... his heart races, and he still feels like he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't want it—but he can't stop. Doesn't want to stop. As much as the blond will give him, he'll take it all greedily.]