[it's an interesting push and pull, every time. Basch teases gentleness over soft skin and follows it with the harsh slap of a palm, the press of teeth, and Olivine only just bites his sound down to a manageable level. staying still? he'd have to be forced, nearly, especially as his body clenches down in his want.]
Haaah... thank you... master... [for the compliment, clearly. and less clearly, for the rough treatment, as his hips jolt and shift against that unmoving hand, rocking between it and the gentle hold over his sack. not enough, no—the priest can take more than most, in fact—but that's the point. a shiver slides down his spine, lip worried between teeth. only a moment, really, before he breaks.]
Please... I need more of you... I still feel so empty...
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Date: 2024-01-21 07:23 am (UTC)Haaah... thank you... master... [for the compliment, clearly. and less clearly, for the rough treatment, as his hips jolt and shift against that unmoving hand, rocking between it and the gentle hold over his sack. not enough, no—the priest can take more than most, in fact—but that's the point. a shiver slides down his spine, lip worried between teeth. only a moment, really, before he breaks.]
Please... I need more of you... I still feel so empty...