lips of an angel | yakumo/oliivne

[penaconysprincess]

 

lips of an angel

E | M / M | Available on AO3!

 

it was fleeting, the moment where yakumo got to kiss his underling's lips. he tasted like dessert before dinner. forbidden, yet so delicious. 

or, yakumo and olivine decide to spice up their bedroom activities for the night. who knew pretending to be in a forbidden relationship would be so exciting?____________________________________________________________________

"Mister Yakumo..! I didn’t… think that you’d still be here.”

Yakumo stood before the door of his bedroom, his slit pupils glued to the green haired priest – erm, employee hunched over the item-covered desk. More specifically, he was staring at the position that Olivine was in.
His half-standing, half-sitting posture made it seem as if the man was about to lean over the wooden table. And the unbuttoned top of his shirt revealed the plump chest that the man had, not to mention the partitions of jewelled chain dangling from the exposed area. 

Silver chains jingled and shimmered under the dim lighting of the serpent’s bedroom, taunting Yakumo’s self control over going over there and grabbing one of Olivine’s tits right there and then. 

Just the position alone made the serpent’s cheeks burn a fiery red, an audible gulp sounding from the young man’s throat. Yakumo’s eyes met the other’s for a split second as he spoke.
“My– My apologies for the in-intrusion, Olivine. I didn’t think you would still be…” His eyes bounced to Olivine’s blossoming bosom briefly, then back up. “Busy at this ti-time.”

His grip on the robe tightened, as his fingers dug into the openings of the soft cloth. It caressed his body further in  light, feathery touches. The feeling of wearing nothing else underneath the fabric made his heart begin to pound.
Yakumo had been naked before Olivine before. They’ve had sex countless times over the years too, since the clan had been reinstated once more. As such, he shouldn’t have been as flustered as he was.

 

It was simply this whole scenario that made the serpent a flustered mess. He hadn’t roleplayed as much before. Not within a sexual setting, at least. And from the books that he had read on occasion from Aster’s library, those scenes were often much more smoother than this.
From reenacting first times, to servitude, to pet play, and even more taboo scenarios, those lust-filled stories had been perfect from beginning to end. There were little to no flaws, nor mistakes to have been made.

 

Seeing Olivine look so casual, and act so business-like – all while knowing what was to come next –, it made Yakumo so attracted. Flusteredly, shyly immersed into this little story that the two had in mind.
More specifically, what power that Yakumo had over Olivine in this roleplay of theirs. An office employee and their boss; something that Eiden had talked about before when reminiscing about his time in his world. Something about the idea of the power dynamic had appealed to both the serpent and the priest. 

Hearing Eiden playfully , yet seductively flirt with Quincy over a ‘raise’ one evening as Yakumo passed the forest guardian’s bedroom had even spoke to the brown-haired snake.
The idea of someone having the ability to seduce their upper management for something had made his heart hammer. And his dick to harden, to boot. 

Upon mentioning the idea of having ‘story roles’ during sex to Olivine, it surprised him how willing Olivine was to go along with it. Or, even suggest a few ideas for the two to consider before they were to have sex next.
In the end, however, it was quite reassuring that Yakumo had brought this up with someone who was more than willing to try something new. To explore these new interests - or kinks and fetishes, as Morvay called them.

 Despite the flustered, coy feelings that Yakumo had, he knew that Olivine would support him every step of the way.
And maybe, this would even turn out to be much more fun than he had anticipated! Perhaps, it could be a common practice during sex between the two of them. 

A breathy laugh chimed into the air, Olivine rubbed the back of his head, his green hues shifting down to the desk before him. “Sorry! I’ve been trying to finish my report before… before the deadline, ahaha.” He apologized with a weak chuckle. “You wanted this due by Thursday, a-and I haven’t been able to finish the rest of my key points. Or, make it… presentable, really.”

Part of Yakumo wanted to be forgiving in his next response. He wanted to give his employee the benefit of the doubt, and at least give him a hand with the ‘presentation’ that he wanted to finish. Or, at the very least, offer to finish the workload for him.
How would that lead to a sexual encounter, though? If Olivine were to react gratefully, he was sure that the token of thanks would be a kiss on the cheek. If anything, that is. 

That wouldn’t be very sexy at all. The point for this kind of roleplay was to lead into sex, wasn’t it? It was what Yakumo had gotten from hearing Eiden and Quincy’s exchange before, at least.
How Quincy had told Eiden to beg for a response. To beg for the extra money that would go into his next pay. To convince him that he deserved that raise. 

Clearing his throat, Yakumo tried to muster up the best indifferent expression that he could muster.
“We– We run a tight… shift here, Olivine. I can’t have my employees slacking off on the job.” The serpent’s voice lowered as he spoke, as an eyebrow quirked upward. His footsteps, as light as ever, began to make their way over to where the green-haired man was.  “You’re not trying to have us fail, are you?”

The moment Olivine’s eyes widened, Yakumo’s mind began to race with apologies. I’m sorry, Father Olivine. I’m sorry that I’m sounding so rude. Forgive me for being so unkind. Please tell me that I’m being too much.

“N-No, sir! Of - of course not!” Olivine’s voice took on a more breathier sound, his gaze returning to the soft, patient one that he was known for. A gentle, fond gander that held a twinkle of amusement beside it.
The taste of a slightly further growing smile edged at Olivine’s lips. “I… I need a little more time to finish it, that's all!” He tried to come up with some sort of excuse. Some kind of lie that would push the imaginary deadline over to a later date. “Please, sir, my husband and I have been busy planning his mother’s birthday. A.. And–”

“And that’s more important than your job?” Yakumo quickly interrupted, his faux cold demeanour remaining on his face for a split second – shifting momentarily to an apologetic one for interrupting his lover so soon. Immediately, he shifted back into his character. “More than… me?”
Once he stood beside Olivine, his hands fiddled with the soft cloth of his robe. They grabbed at the opening at the forefront of the upper attire. 

Slowly, Yakumo’s hands pulled the front of the robe open, revealing his bare torso, and the obsidian scales that littered the sides of his body. The brunette’s cheeks returned to their coloured state, pinkening the man’s pale skin as he stared over at the gawking priest.
He watched as Olivine’s eyes stared up at the serpent’s chest, and slowly trickled down along the exposed skin down to the beginning of his v-line.

A matching hue of flushed cheeks painted itself across Olivine’s face. His eyes seemed to struggle to look back up at Yakumo’s face. Instead, his hues stared at the top of the serpent’s groin.

In one quick glance, Yakumo could see the slight growth of the priest’s member from beneath Olivine’s draws. 

“N-No, sir. He’s… not more important than you.” Olivine gulped lightly, only to suck in a breath soon afterward. Steadily, his eyes looked back up at his boss. “You’re… much more significant.”
One of Olivine’s hands reached out to grab Yakumo’s hip. “More meaningful, sir.”

The sudden touch sent a shiver racing along the serpent’s torso, each scale of his shimmering under the dim lighting. His breath hitched as the grip on his hip grew firmer, his employee’s fingers pressing into the warm, bare skin before him.
The air between their shared bodies grew thicker. It was as sweet as the finest candy syrup, the way that their essence began to replace any sense of air that was there prior. 

Olivine’s thumb dragged a slow circle against Yakumo’s hipbone, his patient gaze dipping into that of something sultry. A hunger that was growing within the flushed man before him. Contrasting with the lazy, reverent drag of his thumb was a tremor in Olivine’s voice.
“I’ll do anything for some sort of… extension, sir. As long as possible.” He murmured, another soft swallowing soon following his remark. His lashes lowered against the man’s eyes as if he was embarrassed by his own words. Like they meant more than anything he’s confessed in his life. 

“I’ll take any punishment that you see fit. Any circumstance or bargain that you offer.” Olivine continued on, his sentences ending with heavier breaths. Silent pleads for something to happen. For something to touch him. Or, for him to embrace with any hole that he could present to Yakumo. “Just, please. Let me have some more time to… prepare, sir.”

The serpent’s mouth hung open at the nature of Olivine’s comments. How willing he was to find a way to convince him for an ‘extension’ in the little dynamic that they had going on. And more importantly, how eager that Olivine was to do anything to have what was required of him.
The word ‘punishment’ hit Yakumo’s stomach like a stone in water, rippling outward to the open sea that was his belly. The base of his spine tightened at the situation. The scenario, to be more specific. 

He hadn’t expected Olivine to lean so deeply into his role as a desperate employee. Or how he himself had let himself fall into the role of a corporate boss, so serious and cold, without much more of a question.
Yakumo was aware that Olivine had roleplayed before during sex; it was brought up back when the two of them were talking about their scenarios. Yet, was the priest always so flexible with his roles? Was his willingness so prominent? Yakumo had never seen this before. 

He couldn’t help but admit, however – it was so hot. 

The robe slipped further off Yakumo’s shoulders when his grip loosened, the fabric pooling at his elbows, exposing the lean lines of his torso and the faint shimmer of scales trailing down his sides.

He could feel  the air kiss along his bare chest, as he watched Olivine’s narrowed gaze sweep over him again, slower this time. It swept down the valley of his sternum, along the taper of his waist, all the way to the soft ‘V’ disappearing beneath the last bit of cloth he had worn.
The serpent swallowed, hard, his throat flexing visibly. He wasn’t sure whether it was from embarrassment or exhilaration. The way Olivine’s pupils dilated made him feel wanted in a way that wasn’t gentle or marital or sweet.

It was greedy. Carnal. Desperate.

It made Yakumo’s knees weak.

“Sh… Show me how desperate you are.” Yakumo’s voice warbled lightly as he spoke. No, demanded.
With a slightly shaking hand, the serpent’s right hand reached to grab ahold of Olivine’s chin. His fingers lightly squeezed at the jawbone, enough to make Olivine’s head tilt up an inch or two. “Get on… your knees.” He tried to sound demanding once more. 

Yet, he couldn’t help but breathily murmur a coy, out of character comment. “Please.”

Hardly was there any lick of hesitation that came from Olivine. Like a snowman, the man hitched a breath as he slipped down into a kneel. His body sauntered like a snowflake sauntering to the ground in a dazzling, twirling dance without a care in the world. The silver chains upon the green-haired lover’s chest swayed like the ocean waves beckoning Yakumo to come drown within their sultry grasp.
There was an obedient grace with the way Olivine slid onto his knees so comfortably, a desperate yet loving smile etched on the other’s features. 

There was no reverence nor holiness with the way he sunk down onto the floor. Or, how his other hand rested on the other hip, to which they lightly tugged at the waistband of Yakumo’s pants. For such a usually patient man, Olivine’s body couldn’t seem to wait any longer for his lover’s members.
It seemed to not be ignored by him, either. Upon noticing his own actions, Olivine gasped and averted his gaze to the side. “My–My apologies, Yakumo. I… I don’t know what’s come over me.” His voice grew a bit louder, breaking out of character if only for a moment. “I don’t… wish to rush you in any way.”

Despite the soft gasp that rang from Yakumo’s lips, he didn’t feel appalled by Olivine’s behaviour. The eager movements of his lover wanting to make a move made his heart pound harder. His back felt the need to arch back and give in to any receiving touches that would be brought onto him.
Encouragingly, Yakumo rolled his hips toward the green-haired man. A sultry smile danced along his lips when it was Olivine’s turn to gasp. How cute. 

“You’re s-so… desperate for an extension. Aren’t you, Olivine?” He purred lowly, the serpent’s hips rolling in Olivine’s direction once more to try and tempt the other in. “G-Go on. Show me how badly you need this..~”
With a whisper, he added, “How badly you need me~.”

“N-Nnhh~.” A soft, needy breath shuddered from Olivine’s lips upon hearing the command. His head lifted back up to face his lover. His ‘boss’. And once more, yakumo could see the sultry, needy gaze that shone within the priest’s eyes.
“Y-Yes, sir..~” His voice purred, as his fingers nimbly grasped around the waistband that laid upon the brunette’s waist.

 In one, fluid motion, Olivine’s hand pulled down the soft fabric of Yakumo’s pants, with undergarments in tow with the leggings.
As for the sex organ, both penises exposed themselves directly in front of Olivine’s face. One was smaller than the other by at least three inches. It laid on top of the larger dick beneath it, whose head laid neatly underneath the smaller one like a staircase. 

The fabric of Yakumo’s lower garments were slid down to the taller man’s ankles, carefully pooling to the tops of the brunette’s feet, which he kicked off one step at a time.
Before Olivine were the two dicks that Yakumo sported, both twitching in an aroused manner. It was as if they were taunting the green-haired lover to touch them. To embrace them with his hand. Or his lips. 

“Haaah. S-So aroused already~?” Olivine couldn’t help but comment as his head leaned in closer to the heads of Yakumo’s cocks. The serpent could feel warm air breathe against the erect members, causing him to shudder lightly at the sensation.
Both sets of eyes bounced down to Yakumo’s dicks, then back towards the others’ eyes, making eye contact one more time. 

Olivine smiled up at Yakumo. “Let me – aahh – show you how much I need you.”

With that final remark, his mouth opened wider, and took in the hard, rounded shape of the two dicks. His tongue trailed against the bottom dick, soaking the warm flesh with his saliva. 

Just that slow entrance alone made Yakumo hitch in a breath, a sound so startled, yet shamefully sweet. His thighs tensed, his free hand snapping to Olivine’s shoulder to steady himself before he swayed forward entirely. His cocks throbbed against the warm, wet entrance of Olivine’s mouth, craving the stimulation further as the priest took his shape in.

Olivine’s mouth was warm. So, delightfully warm. It was a perfect match for his warmed dicks, which twitched and throbbed at the welcome embrace of the greenette’s lips.
“Mmfhh~.” He moaned, the man’s lips vibrating lightly around Yakumo’s shaft. The muffled sound made lightning shoot throughout Yakumo’s spine as he bucked his hips further into Olivine;s mouth.

“F-Fuck, Olivine..~” Yakumo breathed out the other’s name, his eyes turning up to face the dimly lit ceiling above him. As the other’s mouth began to move back and forth, Yakumo’s head leaned back. Any words or moans jammed up within the serpent’s throat, threatening to spill out various nonsensical sounds and obscenities.
“M–Mmnh, oh my..~ H-Haah~!” He cried, the pleasurable feeling earning a voice crack from the meek man. “So… So g-good for me already…”

The hands that once gripped onto Yakumo’s hips reached to wrap around the lower section of the taller’s waist. Shuffled half-steps moved forward towards the sucking man as he clung to Yakumo’s body. He was holding his boss’ body close, as if he would melt away if he were to even lift a finger off of him. Saliva pooled around in Olivine’s mouth as he sucked on the two different sized dicks. His tongue swirled around the shafts of the two pulsating members, the muscle craving the feeling of the twin members pounding around within his mouth.

As for Yakumo, his other hand grabbed onto Olivine’s hair, his grasp lightly tugging at a lock of his sucking lover’s hair. He didn’t want the feeling to move away in the slightest. The way Olivine’s tongue danced around his shafts, how his mouth lubricated itself against his dick so quickly and accepted the dual penetration that violated his entrance. 

The hand that gripped onto Olivine’s shoulder slipped down to the man’s chest. Amidst his own pleasure, he felt around for his breast. He squeezed around the soft skin that was upon Olivine’s body, feeling for the large, plush lumps that the serpent loved to squeeze and fondle during moments like these.
Once he felt a thicker, more voluminous part of skin, Yakumo’s hand sunk lower within Olivine’s shirt to feel up the man’s chest some more. 

Instead, Yakumo managed to grab onto one of the silver chains that had been pierced upon his chest. Lightly, the serpent began to tug on the cool metal. By the moment he felt the new texture, he should’ve noticed that he hadn’t weighed the warm, heavy bosom. As his fingers wrapped around the chain, he unintentionally gave it a light tug. 

“M-Hnn~!” Olivine moaned out against Yakumo’s dicks, his head bobbing in further as Yakumo pulled on the jewllery. His grasp grew tighter as his body drew into Yakumo’s closer.
The sudden, sharp cry was enough for Yakumo to cry out along, his mouth opening wider to gasp in air amongst his whimpers. “W-Wh-aaaah~!” He groaned, his fingers pulling at the silver chain once more while he whined. “O-Oh, gods, Olivine..~. So… So desperate…” His voice rasped, panting between an unintentional break in words.

It felt perfect, how Olivine moaned so loudly around his cocks with each tug of his chain. Yakumo’s fingers couldn’t help but tug at the chain further to elicit those same sounds and vibrations. The silver ropes wrapped around his pointer and middle fingers, which tugged rhythmically with each thrust forward of Yakumo’s hips.
As for the hand in Olivine’s hair, they tugged lightly at the lock of hair that they had decided to cling onto for dear life. Yakumo was careful not to pull his lover’s hair out, and instead, opted for lighter pulls and tugs. Something light enough to make Olivine whimper in pleasure with each movement. 

With one more moan, Olivine pulled his head back from Yakumo’s cocks to take a breath. His voice heaved with a wet, desperate sound that sounded thick of saliva and precum. His green hues shifted up to look at Yakumo, whose voice was higher than his and gasping at the ceiling. It almost could look like a prayer, something that thanked the God of Klein for this moment. For the sex brought here tonight.
 

In the next, the serpent gave Olivine’s hair a tug once more, leading the man’s head back into the action like a cattle prod.
The hair pull forced Olivine’s mouth to slide back along the other’s cocks, his lips dragging wetly until only the heads remained inside. A string of saliva clung from his bottom lip down to the lower shaft, glistening, swinging slightly with each ragged breath the priest took.

He looked so incredibly wrecked already. Tears were already soaking the priest’s eyes with how much he had taken of Yakumo already. Still, it wasn’t enough.
“Yakumo… I- I need more.” He rasped out a whisper to his lover, his voice hoarsening from the previous stretching of dicks in his mouth. “Need you – nghh~ – further in me~. Down my… throat.~ Pl-Please..!~”

Yakumo felt the plea rush through him like molten sugar. His head tilted down, matching tears soaking his own eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure that he had been experiencing.  His chest heaved. His cocks throbbed. His fingers tightened in Olivine’s hair, pulling him closer again. This time, it was gentler. Gilding. Allowing. 

“Th-Then open wider,” The serpent breathed, his  voice shaking. “Show me – nghh~ – show me how much you need this~.”

Olivine didn’t need to be told twice.

His lips stretched open, tongue lowering, welcoming, and he descended again. This time, he let the other man’s cocks slip in deeper. The heat of his mouth swallowed both shafts halfway at once, his throat straining around the width as he moaned through the stretch. His voice sounded needy and ready at the same time.
“Nnngh~!” Yakumo gasped, his voice heaving louder at the deeper hole Olivine had given him. The intensity had hit him so fast, his legs almost gave out from above his beloved employee.

Yakumo steadied himself with both hands now; one in Olivine’s hair, and the other going in to cup and squeeze the priest’s breast. He tugged the chain harder, watching with trembling awe as the piercings lifted and pulled the soft, sensitive flesh upward. 

The priest’s reaction was immediate . His back arched into the pull, chest thrust forward, and hips rocking subtly where he knelt while he swallowed Yakumo down. It was as if the sensation traveled through his entire body in a single shuddering wave.

“Mmmmhh~. Ahh~!” Olivine moaned, vibrating violently around Yakumo’s shafts, and the serpent gasped aloud, hips twitching forward.
“T-That-  that’s… ngh~ Good, Olivine…” Yakumo’s breath cracked, his voice thin and trembling like his knees. The tears in his eyes began to flow down his cheeks, his eyes closing tight so as to not let so many tears slip down his cheek. “You-You’re doing… so well… aah~!”

Olivine’s fingers dug into Yakumo’s thighs, squeezing tight enough to leave marks. They were guiding him closer, encouraging him to rut deeper into the warm, slick heat of his throat. Every time Yakumo tugged the chain, the priest’s moan pitched higher. His throat tightened while his chest quivered with each pull and tug of his chain and hair. Despite being a holy man, his mouth was clenching around him in such an unholy fashion. It sent pulsing waves of pleasure that made Yakumo’s body cave in completely. 

He didn’t notice how his hips started to move until Olivine moaned harder, the motion forcing Yakumo’s cocks deeper into his throat with each shaky thrust. Wet, messy sounds filled the space between them. Slick, obscene, swallowing noises. Shared, breathless whimpers. The jingle of the chain with every tug.

Olivine’s eyes rolled up as Yakumo gently pulled his hair back again, forcing the priest to look up at him while his mouth stretched around the twin shafts.
“Oli-Oli-viiine~.” Yakumo moaned out the priest’s name, “I-I’m so close… Going – haah – to cum if you keep d-doing th-aaat~.” His voice croaked, the serpent’s knees bending further and further with each thrust of his hips. 

Yakumo’s whimpers grew highe, thinning out into raspier sounds each time Olivine’s throat squeezed around him. His hips moved on instinct now, trembling little thrusts that pushed the twin shafts deeper into the priest’s slick, obedient mouth. Every tug of the chain made Olivine’s chest jolt with an electric pleasure that traveled straight into his throat. It had clenched tighter around Yakumo in pulsing waves that dragged the serpent closer and closer to the brink.

Each bob of Olivine’s head drew wet, obscene suction sounds from the depths of his throat. The kind that froze Yakumo’s breath and made his nails dig lightly into the priest’s hair.
As for his tears, they had streamed freely down Yakumo’s cheeks now, something too perfectly overwhelmed and  raw to hide behind his ‘boss’ role anymore. His breaths came in ragged, choking bursts, hips bucking forward despite his attempts to keep control.

“A-Ahh~! I’m s-so close..~!” He cried out the last word like a plea, voice cracking shamefully high as he tugged the nipple chain harder. He lifted the priest’s chest, drawing another violent moan from his occupied throat.

It was that specific moan that was just right. It swallowed the serpent whole, drowning him in a tsunami of pleasure.
Yakumo felt his climax beginning to snap through his spine. 

“I’m – I’m-! A-Ahhh~!” Yakumo cried out a moan, the sound of it louder than any other one he had made tonight. If there was someone even remotely close to his bedroom, they would’ve heard his cry of pleasure. “Olivine. G-Gonna… Gonna– Hrrk~!” The serpent couldn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t even breathe though the strong pulse of semen flowing from his dicks.

Olivine felt it all. He felt Yakumo’s cocks stiffening further, pulsing more erratically against his tongue. His fingers dug into Yakumo’s hips, forcing the serpent to stay right where he was. His throat opened, desperate and welcoming.

Rhythmically, the priest swallowed him in heavy gulps. His eyes rolled back, tears slipping free as the warmth flooded his throat so forcefully it made him choke a little on the second pulse. But he stayed steady. He stayed open and hungry, drinking every drop until Yakumo’s legs trembled violently above him.

The serpent collapsed partially forward, bracing himself with one hand against the other man while the other remained tangled in Olivine’s hair. His fingers shook uncontrollably. Every aftershock made him gasp, hips rocking helplessly as Olivine pulled his head away. The arms that had once clung to Yakumo’s lower waist had engulfed the man into a hug, pulling his nude body close. 

Yakumo’s body trembled outright in Olivine’s arms, every breath catching halfway up his throat. His fingers remained tangled weakly in Olivine’s hair, no longer gripping, but instead clutching like a drowning man’s last instinct.
The warmth of Olivine’s mouth still lingered along Yakumo’s twin shafts, cooling in the open air only where the priest’s lips no longer sealed around them. The soft, sticky sheen across his cocks made Yakumo’s thighs twitch involuntarily.

“I-I’m sorry if I was… t-too much. Or– Or too mean…” Yakumo panted out his apology, his head burying itself into the other’s shoulder. The remnants of tears were drying themselves up against the fabric of Olivine’s shirt.
Gently, Olivine rubbed a slow circle against the serpent’s back. A soft kiss pressed itself against Yakumo’s jawline. “You… were perfect, Yakumo. So, very perfect.” He reassured his serpentine lover gently. “And so, so… hot.  Perfect, and – ngh… hot~.”

The moan between the priest’s words made Yakumo’s head shoot up for a split moment. His red eyes looked down at the space between Olivine’s thighs.
A wet splotch of precum had been soaking the area. It seemed to have been doing that for a while. Perhaps ever since the two of them had begun having sex that evening. And that hadn’t even mentioned the ever present erection that shaped Olivine’s crotch. 

“Y-You’re still hard.” He commented softly, his crimson hues bouncing up to look at Olivine once more.
Olivine and his flushed face at the comment Yakumo had made. “So.. S-So I am! But, you just h-had a huge… release. You don’t hav-have to burden yourself with– Aaah-!

Seemingly having rebounded from his climax, Yakumo pushed the two of them onto the ground. His breath grew heavy once more, his hips lingering over the smooth flesh of the priest. As for his right hand, it moved down to begin unbuttoning Olivine’s dress shirt. 

For a brief moment, he roughly pushed his lips onto Olivine’s, sealing them into a kiss. It was fleeting, the moment where he got to kiss his underling’s lips. He tasted like dessert before dinner. Forbidden, yet so delicious.
With a low breath, the serpent whispered sultrily, slipping back into his previous role. “Did you still want that extension, Mister Olivine~?”