OLIVER
The movements were timeless. Were they going fast? Slow? He wasn't sure. His lips met Bastien's and he groaned into his lips, rolling his hips with the thrusts. The hand on the Ascended's thigh tightened as he felt the slip of a tongue, the pulling on his lip. It was entrancing and felt incredible. To be reminded of these feelings in such a welcoming environment was amazing, more than anything he could've asked. In this room, he didn't feel ashamed of his body or how he looked- for now, he was in a bliss, happy to be allowing himself to divulge in these special types of feelings.
Thrusting forward, Oliver realized just how close he was. His face grew dark as he let out a sharp moan, coming into Bastien's hand. Leaning into Bastien's neck, he whispered softly. "Sorry." Clearly a bit embarrassed that he had already finished so quickly into this. Hopefully that wouldn't mean that he would be kicked out from the room. Placing a hand to the side to try and steady himself as he breathed against the Ascended's neck, he felt a cool, wetness on his hand. Lifting his hand up, he saw a mustard yellow paint. So that's where the paint came from. Leaning back, he looked at Bastien and reached forward, running his hand along the other man's chest up to his his neck, smearing the paint as he went. "Should've known you'd do something like this." He laughed quietly before suddenly he heard a loud smack. Well. That's one way to deal with things, Loren.
If Bastien wasn't ashamed by how quickly he finished, Oliver would allow himself to partial shift ever so slightly, giving his canine teeth a slightly sharper edge. Leaning forward he'd sigh and press kisses to Bastien's neck before teasing slightly with a gentle bite. Would he be able to feel it? Oliver wasn't sure, but it was worth trying.
Thrusting forward, Oliver realized just how close he was. His face grew dark as he let out a sharp moan, coming into Bastien's hand. Leaning into Bastien's neck, he whispered softly. "Sorry." Clearly a bit embarrassed that he had already finished so quickly into this. Hopefully that wouldn't mean that he would be kicked out from the room. Placing a hand to the side to try and steady himself as he breathed against the Ascended's neck, he felt a cool, wetness on his hand. Lifting his hand up, he saw a mustard yellow paint. So that's where the paint came from. Leaning back, he looked at Bastien and reached forward, running his hand along the other man's chest up to his his neck, smearing the paint as he went. "Should've known you'd do something like this." He laughed quietly before suddenly he heard a loud smack. Well. That's one way to deal with things, Loren.
If Bastien wasn't ashamed by how quickly he finished, Oliver would allow himself to partial shift ever so slightly, giving his canine teeth a slightly sharper edge. Leaning forward he'd sigh and press kisses to Bastien's neck before teasing slightly with a gentle bite. Would he be able to feel it? Oliver wasn't sure, but it was worth trying.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
