[ It's so clear Olivine enjoys this, and that makes it easy to relax and focus on serving.
The pleading, he does not know what to do with. He knows he enjoys being in a place where it comes from his mouth, but now he has to remind himself he is not hurting, is not failing. This is what he was asked for, and every sign is one of pleasure. He should not stop.
It helps, that the friction is strangely light. He can go harder than he normally would, skin against skin pleasant and slick. Soon enough, Olivine's body is scrunching, his breathing changing before he cries out.
That...does something for him. Even before Olivine begs for more; having served well, his own need grows. Or manifests itself, perhaps, no longer waiting for the other. It's new, and odd, and perhaps the leash fans it on. He finds a deeper reserve, grip tightening as he throws his head back and ruts against Olivine, near bounding him as he chases his own pleasure.
A thing that makes him shameful, and so he masks it. ]
You...have been so good, Olivine. I will...grant this last request.
[ It's the permission he needs, and in another moment he's crying out himself, gasping as his seed fills the other in hot pulses. He has to plant his feet, folding over Olivine, trying not to let both of them collapse. That would be unbecoming, and he's quite certain his role includes ensuring Olivine's comedown and comfort, including seeing him safely back to his room. ]
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Date: 2024-01-31 02:17 am (UTC)The pleading, he does not know what to do with. He knows he enjoys being in a place where it comes from his mouth, but now he has to remind himself he is not hurting, is not failing. This is what he was asked for, and every sign is one of pleasure. He should not stop.
It helps, that the friction is strangely light. He can go harder than he normally would, skin against skin pleasant and slick. Soon enough, Olivine's body is scrunching, his breathing changing before he cries out.
That...does something for him. Even before Olivine begs for more; having served well, his own need grows. Or manifests itself, perhaps, no longer waiting for the other. It's new, and odd, and perhaps the leash fans it on. He finds a deeper reserve, grip tightening as he throws his head back and ruts against Olivine, near bounding him as he chases his own pleasure.
A thing that makes him shameful, and so he masks it. ]
You...have been so good, Olivine. I will...grant this last request.
[ It's the permission he needs, and in another moment he's crying out himself, gasping as his seed fills the other in hot pulses. He has to plant his feet, folding over Olivine, trying not to let both of them collapse. That would be unbecoming, and he's quite certain his role includes ensuring Olivine's comedown and comfort, including seeing him safely back to his room. ]