I don't mind it... it feels a little strange having something over my midriff, though.

[Olivine can admit he quite likes this about Eiden - most of the people he's around tend to hover, but they keep just enough distance that he can't always figure out what they're intending. that's less so in this place, he'll find, but even so.

even so, he's content in watching Eiden as his gaze practically devours him, smolders with want. true, his lashes lilt and he inhales a sharp gasp as one hand covers the outline of his cock.]

I haven't-- ah...

[one finger hooks into his waistband and Olivine exhales a soft sigh at the brief relief.]

You always stand out, Eiden. I don't know if you could ever not.

[it's a very soft thing to say, but that's very like him, isn't it? of course, if he decides to stand out on his own, Olivine will hardly complain.]