I might. Although... I'm not sure what I'd do to manage it.

[Olivine's chuckle can probably be felt where Eiden's pressed against his back, a soft gasp escaping him at the grind of hips and the press of his erection against fabric and skin. it turns into a wholesale moan when his cock is freed, hard length throbbing between his legs.]

You're so hard, master. ♥ Is it not embarrassing, with all these people watching...?

[even if it's a little embarrassing to him, that doesn't flag his enthusiasm at all. honestly, half of this is just things he's picked up from when Eiden's said them to him - in the confessionals, in his private room... it's just. hard not to pick up the things the young man likes, isn't it?]