Olivine looked out over the crowd of people sitting in the rows of benches, reading a sermon from the open book he held in his hands, his voice rang clear through the church and everyone was staying perfectly silent to listen. But even though he was preaching about the God of Klein, his mind was elsewhere and he was battling to keep it from wandering. His face was still a bit flushed and he’d played it off as a light fever when asked, but his mind kept flashing back to just minutes before the sermon began-

The lips crashing against his own, his body pressed against the wall while he ground forward against you, face flushed and body hot, clothes feeling like an obstacle blocking the way.

All before he remembered he had a sermon that day, he had to cut it short and part of him wished he hadn’t, that he’d decided to ask someone else to do it, he could’ve made up an excuse of being sick. But here he was now, and while he seemed calm on the outside, his body was burning with need and he couldn’t stop his thoughts from flashing back to you and how much he wanted you to just pin him and fuck his brains out. He was so relieved when it ended and rushed to leave, he’d usually stay to speak to people and he felt bad for hurrying away like this but he couldn’t think of anything else.

He hurried back to the secluded little room where you should still be waiting and burst through the door, quickly closing it again behind him and almost falling to his knees with a look of desperation, instead he leaned back against the door and looked at you pleadingly.

“I need you..”