[ Sylvain just arches an eyebrow at that demand, because really, Lorenz? ]
I seem to recall getting an adequate kiss from you and then making my departure. You're right about the apology, unless you'd prefer for me to lie to you over a matter I have no remorse over. But you're the one that stalked after me and made a scene, I should be asking you that question.
And I don't supposed you made sure there wasn't another sprig of mistletoe overhead before you stopped me here, either, did you?
[Adequate-!! Lorenz looks up, frowning, because of course he didn't stop to check for mistletoe, he's in a Mood--]
You and I are not friends, nor are we allies, so pardon me for doubting the innocence of your intentions. Any reasonable man in your position would have moved on as soon as he recognized me, and yet!
[So it's the secret conspiracy to humiliate him thing, again. He makes a face then, pointedly not looking at Sylvain. Mmmm mmm, he shouldn't, ugh-]
[ His lips twitch in an effort not to laugh because of course that's the part actually bothering him. ]
We may not be either of those things, but we are at least familiar faces in a sea of strangers. I thought - mistakenly, apparently - that that at least might count as something, but I'll consider myself corrected and not repeat it, then.
[ He's not really miffed, but he's good at playing it, as he releases his hold on Lorenz waist without warning. ]
Trust me, 'adequate' was a compliment. You're going to have to get some more practice in, Lorenz, if you're going to get through this game of theirs. Or at least learn how to pretend to like kissing.
[Oh good, he's finally been let go. He huffs and makes a show of straightening his vest, tugging his sleeve cuffs... Much better. There likely isn't any sense in pointing out how a familiar face is not nearly enough to "count as something," he thinks, so that only earns a grim hmm.]
Your concern for my welfare is so touching. [dry...] Not that it's any of your business, but under the proper circumstances, I enjoy kissing just as well as anyone else.
When you earn a real one, I'll be more convincing about it.
[ Stepping back and away from the other man, that sly smirk remains in place on Sylvain's lips as he props his hands on his hips. ]
So did you chase me down to attempt to improve my poor opinion of your skills or can I just tune the rest of this out and continue on my way now? It's okay, some people get performance anxiety. I promise not to tell anyone.
Ahaha— you know, it's quite reassuring to find that after all these years, you still behave like the lout you were at the Academy. Vapid and one-note all the way down; I was nearly afraid you'd gone through any kind of personal development.
[sorry bud........
Lorenz puffs himself up a bit, giving his hair a little flip. Hmph.]
If you so desperately want me to prove my skills to you, you will have to keep your hands to yourself.
[That's absolutely the handful of food and drink he's had from this awful place talking, but like, just... stand there?]
[ Now those muscled arms get crossed over his chest as Sylvain just gives him a skeptical, unimpressed look. One eyebrow arching upwards again just adds to the entire effect. ]
And this is why you only get an ‘adequate’. You’re not meant to keep your hands to yourself when kissing, you realize? Where did you learn how to do this, with a training dummy?
[ Amusement is still flitting in amber eyes as Lorenz grinds his teeth together. The guy really is way too easy to wind up. How in the name of all that is holy is this guy going to get through a week in a place like this? ]
Ahh, I see. So you want me to imitate the training dummy for you. Got it. Alright, then, Lorenz. Let’s see what you’ve got.
[ He crooks his finger at the other man before deliberately - and dramatically, tucking his hands behind his back and standing there patiently, one corner of his lips quirking upwards in a smirk that definitely holds a hint of a dare in it. ]
deadass flipped a coin for whether this went smoochways or whacking in the face ways. sighs
Hardly. A training dummy would provide better conversation.
[Ha HA take THAT-- anyway this is absolutely not an admission of kissing a training dummy, don't even start. He ignores the crooked finger for both of their sakes - Sylvain might as well not have hands! It's real! - and steps back in closer, on purpose, considering Sylvain with a slight cant of his head. Perhaps if he pretends Sylvain is still some anonymous redhead...
Whatever. He cups his cheek with one hand, settling his other hand down on his hip - honestly, a little bit just to be annoying about the whole hands thing - and leans in to kiss him before he does something else infuriating like wiggling his eyebrows. It isn't hasty and indignant this time but softer, slower like one might kiss an actual lover.
Let the record show: he's better at kissing when he's not constantly pigtail-pulling and having an episode about mistletoe. Kissing the rude little smirk off Sylvain's face is a bonus, for sure, but mostly Lorenz isn't thinking about that. No, despite it all, it's easy to focus on Sylvain's mouth warm against his.
(Let the record show, 2: ugh, he's going to be so insufferable)]
[ Huh. He actually did it. Sylvain hadn’t actually been sure and honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Lorenz chickened out or just kept coming up with excuses to try and evade this as long as possible.
At least this kiss felt a little bit more like a real kiss. Not that the angry one earlier hadn’t been fun in its own way. But there might just be hope for Lorenz yet.
Sylvain bumps his estimate up to maybe two weeks before Lorenz gets eaten alive by this place, with cautious optimism.
And while he behaves himself and keeps his hands tucked behind him, as he’d been instructed, Sylvain doesn’t need those to continue playing the tease. His tongue brushes playfully against Lorenz’s lips, seeing if he can coax him into deepening this kiss. Loosening up a little more. Maybe doing more with his own hands than just resting one against his hip. ]
passing him a note that says "get out of my school" energy
[He, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, a coward?? Perish the thought! Perish as well the thought of this, letting Sylvain provoke him this far, but - well, at least he can prove him wrong about the training dummy.
(It helps, of course, that even without letting Sylvain touch him he still feels that residual bloom of warmth, like earlier—probably a trick of this place, but whatever.)
All things considered. Each piece weighed against the others, and separately. All things thoroughly considered, he... does prefer Sylvain keeping his hands behind his back. Who knew he could listen! So maybe Lorenz does tilt his head just so, and part his lips invitingly, although not without a light hmm against Sylvain's mouth, so he doesn't suddenly become obnoxious about it.
It's certainly preferable to being pestered and mocked about his kissing prowess. Hmph. He slips one hand around to the back of Sylvain's neck and the other up from his hip, actually, to rove a little directionlessly over his chest.]
[ Considering Sylvain much prefers Lorenz with his mouth otherwise occupied, they're both winning here. Sort of.
But just so the other man doesn't think he actually needs his hands for this part, he tips his head slightly to better improve the angle where they meet. Deepening the kiss on his own, he delves in to challenge Lorenz' control of the moment. Putting his considerable skills to use here, because his reputation hadn't all been gossip after all.
And he wants to see if Lorenz will fight back, or get distracted and give in. ]
Now, it would be... weird, for Sylvain to not participate even if he can't use his hands; it would be very strange, and Lorenz acknowledges that, and yet he still feels the press of Sylvain's tongue and assumes that this is another scenario in which every possible response eventually leads to yet another "ha ha silly Gloucester you are so stuck up and unworldly" moment, which.
Well. In his defense, that's already happened here, like, twice. So he pushes back instead, intending to stay in the lead with more heat to the kiss and teeth tugging at Sylvain's lower lip.
Impatiently drumming his fingers on his chest is just the Lorenz Extraness Moment, as a bonus.]
[ Sylvain grins into the kiss - which will probably just convince Lorenz his suspicions were right, but honestly, Sylvain’s more quietly pleased the other man is choosing to challenge him back. In truth, he hadn’t expected it, or if Lorenz did, for it to be another show of temper tantrum like before.
He enjoys the rough edge the man’s added to the kiss, making a soft sound of approval as he, for once, surrenders to it. Letting Lorenz have the win and the control for the moment as he leans into the other man.
Still keeping his hands behind his back, of course. ]
[Oh, it's a tense two seconds for Lorenz, for sure. Sylvain can undoubtedly feel the way he stiffens (and not in the fun way) like he's preparing to nip all this in the bud, the tension going out of him unevenly only when Sylvain, ah- makes little noises and leans into him like that.
It's not what he expects; beyond mockery, he'd have thought Sylvain would only ever want to be blustering on about his many skills by charging on ahead. Hm.
Well, he's learned something new, he supposes. He hums into Sylvain's mouth, like, thoughtfully? He's evaluating even now, weighing the situation at the same time as exploring the inside of Sylvain's mouth. One of them tastes like those gaudy cocktails, maybe both - it's hard to tell.
After a moment Lorenz dips his hand down, fingers tracing Sylvain's chest and around his side to grip one of his wrists. Without pulling away from the kiss he holds for another beat and then taps a finger against Sylvain's hand, pointedly. He may have one hand, for good behavior.]
[ Sylvain doesn't pull away from the kiss, but he does arch an eyebrow as Lorenz tugs on his wrist, trying to interpret that without words. He's assuming the other man wants touched after all.
So without pulling away, he slides it around to lift and cup against the nape of Lorenz' neck. Fingers thread in his hair there, even as he draws him closer again, letting his hold shift the angle slightly. Teeth nip lightly at the man's lip as he gives a thoughtful hum in return. And maybe lets his nails scrape lightly against his scalp as he holds him still to kiss him deeper. ]
[For a moment Lorenz wonders if he'll have to actually say it out loud, or if Sylvain will take the cue-- and then he wonders if Sylvain will immediately ruin this tenuous, mm, nice thing? This is - good. If only because he assumes Sylvain will ruin it on purpose, and he hasn't yet.
But ah, he's with the program, problem averted. And it's not only good-because-no-one-ruined-it, it's good because it's good, the feeling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp sending a shiver through him, undeniably compelling. He slides his fingers up to Sylvain's shirt collar and then dips just barely past it, settling against the column of his throat. Ignore that his hands are a little cold, that just happens.
The thing at the back of his mind that pulls a string taut suspiciously every time Sylvain so much as twitches finally doesn't, for once; Lorenz makes a noise that is... tentative approval, when Sylvain kisses him deeper. He slides his tongue against the other's, licking into his mouth as invitingly as he can muster.]
[ There's a moment of tension in Sylvain's body - not from the coldness of his fingers but rather where they are resting. But when they only settle against there, he makes himself relax again, even if his kiss isn't quite as deep as before. His hands tug in the man's hair though, lightly, but maybe a little demanding now as his tongue slips back in to tease against Lorenz's. Just to see what he will do. ]
[Oh, he's tense; Lorenz wonders briefly if that's apprehension or anticipation, but he lacks the, ah, expertise to be able to tell instinctually. So his hand remains where it is, still save for the lightest brush of his thumb against the other's skin.
The tug in his hair is a lot more clear, at least. He makes a noise, brief and low with the feeling that it would be a little chiding if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Yes, yes, he gets it-- he presses further into Sylvain's mouth, kissing him deeply again, and then - pulls back, to press a kiss to the other's lower lip, then down to his jaw, and on... He's maybe accepting comments now.]
[ That’s probably a mistake. You never like his comments, Lorenz.
…Granted, there’s a very good reason for that.
He hums as he comes up for air, letting that grip in the man’s hair loosen to card fingers through it instead. Nails raking lightly against his scalp. His eyes are a shade darker, but his lips are curved in a familiar grin as he tips his head slightly. It bares his throat to the trail of Lorenz’s lips as it works around a breathy swallow at the feel of his mouth moving across sensitive skin. ]
Hmm. Not bad. Looks like there’s hope for you after all, Lorenz.
[ Yeah, it’s probably a bad idea to let him talk. He can’t seem to help himself when there’s someone he can taunt a reaction out of. ]
[Of course, on cue, there's Sylvain's commentary. Lorenz pauses to sigh shortly against his neck, tipping his head to continue his ministrations anyway. He can multitask between being annoyed and doing this other, less annoying thing.
At least Sylvain has the decency to react to the downward trend of his lips; that's nearly good of him.]
I knew you were incorrigible, of course, [muttered against his skin, this, and punctuated by another kiss,] but I had presumed your dedication to self-sabotage was, hm, unintentional.
[Trying to tick him off while he's being so nice and generous? Sylvain!]
I should have realized from the start that you would deem me mediocre regardless of anything actually observed. That much is my own mistake, I will admit.
[Another sigh! Woe is Lorenz, yet again. And yet he's still giving Sylvain this attention, despite it all.]
[ A fact Sylvain has not at all overlooked. It’s probably partially why he’s still smirking and goading the man even now. ]
Is it self-sabotage when it’s working? [ Don’t try to understand Sylvain logic, that way lies madness. ] And I never said you were mediocre. In fact, I’m pretty sure I implied the exact opposite.
[ …Sort of.
he turns his head then, returning the favor of kissing his way down the other man’s throat, perhaps worrying a small mark into the pale skin there with his lips. And maybe a hint of teeth. Just enough to see what Lorenz would do.
…Or how long it would take him to remember they were still in public. Not that Sylvain is worried about that overmuch. He suspects these crowds have seen far more scandalous sights. ]
[Is this what Sylvain considers working?? Sure, Lorenz has kissed him quite a few times and in various places, but is that Working... Is that Successful...
He's not going to argue that Sylvain definitely implied he's mediocre, because he absolutely did; he simply scoffs and rolls his eyes, which Sylvain doesn't even see! The nerve! But ah, the press of lips down his neck is - pleasant, enough that he generously pushes his hair out of the way without comment.
Well, almost. Must Sylvain nibble at him. His shirt collar goes only so high.]
[ He feels that's a very valid argument here. Obviously something was successful.
The mild warning just has him sucking instead of letting teeth press in. Although that's just as likely to leave a mark, really. He chuckles as he does it, because that was specifically above the line of Lorenz' collar for a reason. Although he might not realize there's anything there until later. ]
Why? Not enjoying yourself, Lorenz?
[ He's taking that baring of his throat as evidence to the contrary, but he lets his hand slide free to slide down over the man's torso now. and maybe purposefully flicking his thumb over where he knows the man's nipple is tucked away beneath his clothes, circling the area with teasing intent. ]
[Have some self-respect, Sylvain, he's been mean this whole time. He's being mean right now, scoffing as Sylvain sucks a mark into his skin. That's definitely going to be a point of contention Later, when he realizes it.
Groping his chest gets a soft hmm out of him, as if he's thinking about it. Is he enjoying himself, what a great question.]
I wonder. All things considered, I could be enjoying myself more.
[ You say that as if he's meant to consider people being mean to him a turn off. Have you met his best friends, Lorenz? At this point, he might as well consider that a show of affection. Lucky you.
That comment gets a faint pinch of his nipple through his clothing a moment before Sylvain pulls back with a smirk. ]
Well, I'd offer to do more, but that might quickly turn much more scandalous than this, and we are standing in the middle of the casino still. [ Just in case you'd forgotten that part. ] But if you insist...
[ His hands definitely lift to start undoing the first few buttons of Lorenz's shirt without hesitation. ]
The pinch makes his brows knit abruptly from the sudden jolt of it. He frowns, so point to Sylvain for that one, it seems.]
Ahaha. My, I had no idea you were funny for all these years. [Dryly, as he puts his hands over Sylvain's to halt his button-plucking.] Were I to insist, you would know.
[Alas, he will not be enjoying anything here in public, good gracious. Horrible suggestion, Gautier.]
[ Sylvain just pointedly flicks another button open despite the hand over his. He’s very skilled at undressing people, Lorenz. You wanna test that skill? ]
Was that your subtle way of saying you want to take this to somewhere more private?
You know, they say practice makes perfect for a reason.
[ His voice is sing-song with bemused humor, but he does let his hands fall away to prop on his hips once more, watching Lorenz fix his clothing with a crooked grin and a hint of laughter in amber eyes. ]
And barely adequate gives you so much room for improvement. Think of all the fun you’ll have practicing!
[ Sylvain just arches an eyebrow and continues to look amused. he's tempted to reach out and start unbuttoning Lorenz's shirt from the bottom this time. But he restrains himself. For now. ]
Oh, yeah? And how many others have you kissed like that since we've arrived? Are you sure you're getting an accurate representation here?
[ That just gets a snort from him as he arches an eyebrow at the man. ]
Lorenz, our kiss was perfectly enjoyable, if you could get out of your head long enough to find it that way. Your only complaint about it was that it was with me. [ But he hadn’t really expected even this much give from the other man, so he supposes he’s a little impressed he even got it.
He reaches out to pat the man on the shoulder, the movement somehow both placating and mocking. ]
It’s fine, I won’t tell anyone you’re looking for more practice. Unless you want me to, in which case, you’ll likely be having volunteers showing up in droves. Good luck with that.
[ The frown is met with a grin as Sylvain spreads his hands to the side in a shrug. That actually hadn’t been what he’d meant, but he knew as well as anyone the benefit - or the damage - a few rumors could do. ]
Suit yourself. Come find me if you change your mind.
[ Not that he expects him to. Had that been his intention all along? Hard to say. ]
[ Chuckling, he crosses his arms over his chest and sidles to the side and slightly out of the way so he can lean against the door frame. ]
I’m Sylvain. You said your name was Tighnari?
[ Not a name he’s ever heard before, but this place is already proving to be full of people from places unlike anything he’d ever imagined were even possible. ]
Somewhere that would be thoroughly scandalized by this place’s… everything.
[ Sylvain has to chuckle at that, lips quirking into a brief smirk. Despite that statement, he seems to be pretty relaxed and taking this in stride. But he glances around the room, still occasionally keeping an eye out for any familiar faces. ]
[ Neither of those are anywhere Sylvain's ever heard of, but that's not really surprising to him, either.
He does look intrigued at Tighnari saying he missed it already. A sentiment a lot here share, probably. Sylvain's not sure he's one of them.
Then again, being kidnapped to a sex resort had the ideal timing of getting him out of a battle he'd never wanted to fight in the first place, so to say he's in no hurry to return... Well, that wouldn't be an understatement. ]
What's it like? Your Sumeru? If it doesn't make you homesick to speak of it?
[ There are a few scattered around and Sylvain doesn’t mind finding a quiet place to tuck away. It gets them a safer amount of distance between them and the poisonous kissing plant, too, apparently.
Reaching one of the empty tables, he automatically tugs out a chair for Tighnari without even thinking about it, the move merely considered polite where he comes from. Not that he can really guess what anyone’s social status would amount to around here, but he doesn’t really care about that part much either. ]
[ pulling out a chair for him? how thoughtful. tighnari arches a brow, then chuckles and seats himself, setting his drink down on the table. once sylvain has gotten himself comfortable as well, tighnari leans his chin into his palm, his ankles crossing beneath the table. ]
So, Sylvain. My Sumeru..
[ tighnari looks distantly thoughtful. ]
It's beautiful. Partially rainforest, partially desert, and overseen by the Dendro Archon of Wisdom. It's a nation of learning.
[ Sylvain settles down in the empty chair across from him, dropping his chin into his palm - not intentionally mimicking him, but it is comfortable like that. Especially depending on how much Tighnari feels like talking about his home.
His eyebrow arches upwards at that description, trying to picture it. ]
That's a pretty vast range of environments. I take it your... Dendro Archon? Is someone important? [ It sounds like it anyway. That name definitely sound like it came with Capital Letters for Extra Importance.
[ time to sit down for a year talking about sumeru!! or we can just, i don't know, skip to wine and dirty dice, or master and pet. 8) ]
Yes, she's Sumeru's Archon. Our god, as it were, and our leader. The Sages also oversee the Akademiya, but they're outranked by the Archon, naturally.
[ she is a god, after all.. not that that matters very much to tighnari, personally, but he does respect and believe in nahida. that she's a god is irrelevant, it's her heart and intent that matter most. ]
[ He blinks at that description before chuckling and delving into the weirdness that is Fodlan. And while it’s not quite a year, they do sit there discussing it for some time. And then drifting to other topics before getting lost in discussions about this place and all it’s weirdness and the game and…
Well, it’s long and winding but it eventually turns into more than just talking, but actively doing something about it. Which is how Sylvain finds himself in one of the back rooms at that evening’s masquerade, plucking a card out of a box and staring at the word ‘pet’.
He gives a yelp as he’s immediately herded off to a private room, casting a startled glance back over one shoulder at Tighnari, mouthing a quick Help! before he’s pushed through a nearby doorway.
Which is how he ends up stripped down to just the tight trousers he’d been wearing and a black leather choker now twined about his neck, a tag dangling from it that reads dog. ]
tighnari is likewise ushered to the box, and the card that he draws is, thankfully, master - so he's able to gesture to the door sylvain was herded through. ]
That one.
[ the attendants shrug, and guide him toward the closed door and into the room, where sylvain awaits him, stripped down to his trousers. oh. he's certainly built beneath those clothes, isn't he? tighnari arches a brow, allows himself a short look, then offers a slanted smile. ]
[ and that's sure all the answer he's going to give! :) at least for now. a slanted smile curves his mouth, and tighnari locks the door behind him, setting the card down on a table nearby before approaching sylvain, his gaze settling on the tag. ]
Dog, hmm? Do you enjoy pleasing others? Or do you just like your tummy rubbed?
[ He senses the shift almost immediately, adjusting to it, even if his grin turns a hint sly. Cocking his head to the side, he takes a moment to consider that answer as he watches Tighnari move closer. ]
I would say I’m very good at pleasing others, but enjoying it… Eh. That tends to be more subjective. And I can think of things I’d prefer to have rubbed other than my tummy, but somehow I don’t think that’s what you were asking.
[ tighnari rolls his eyes, but lets it go, brushing past sylvain with a flick of his tail to instead settle himself on the edge of the bed, leaning back on both hands. ]
Now, in order to get that payout, you need to perform your duties as a pet to my satisfaction, hmm? Do you think you can do that?
I can’t say anyone’s ever wanted to me to play a dog before. I’ll do my best? Although some direction would be appreciated here.
[ Considering they’ve only shared a brief kiss under the mistletoe before this, he has no idea what Tighnari might have in mind for this. Or even what he likes, for that matter. ]
[ As someone who takes that very seriously whenever he plays games like this, he appreciates that Tighnari takes the time to ask. Something softens in amber eyes for a moment as he inclines his head in agreement. ]
Oh, I am very willing. It's a little different from what I'm used to, but I don't mind that, either. For the most part, I enjoy exploring new things. And I know how to convey if we stumble across something I'm not okay with. The only thing that comes to mind...
[ He pauses for a moment, nose wrinkling up in a grimace, because it's always risky, giving up vulnerabilities so easily, but... he hardly wants to surprise a partner in the middle of things either. ]
I don't mind people gripping me at the back of my neck, but I can't take someone holding from the front. The collar is a little different, it has a different feel, so it's okay to be pulled by that, but not a physical hand.
[ tighnari smiles. this is important, a necessary discussion to have, and he's glad to hear sylvain taking it seriously, as well. ]
Understood. You have my word.
[ and tighnari, too, will be happy to tell sylvain should he cross any boundaries as well, though none come to mind immediately. with all of that sorted, however, tighnari sits back again. ]
[ Sylvain just looks amused at that, but lets his arms fall back to his sides as he closes what little distance is left between them. Coming to a stop in front of the other man, he waits, head cocked slightly to the side. ]
No. I would've instructed you to, if that's what I wanted.
[ one hand lifts, his padded palm pressing to sylvain's cheek, brushing the ginger hair from his eyes. he's very handsome, really - tighnari could certainly have done worse for himself. ]
[ It’s different enough that Sylvain makes note of how that feels, but he leans into it all the same.
That order is as easy to follow as the first one and there’s no hesitation in him as he leans forward to where Tighnari is still perched on the edge of the bed. Hands come to brace on the mattress to either side of his hips, just to make the angle better, before he leans in to press his lips against the other man’s.
It’s slower than the first one they’d shared. More sensual, now that they were in private and doing it for their enjoyment rather than for the sake of an audience. He takes his time with it, tasting and exploring with a quiet desire. ]
[ ah, now that's a good kiss. this is the sort of kiss that tighnari enjoys - soft and slow, but with a little heat behind it, a little something that stirs in his belly and warms his blood. the end of his tail flicks, and tighnari hums softly, appreciatively, against sylvain's mouth, parting his lips and tilting his head to slot them more easily together.
very good. very nice. his shoulders begin to relax.
tighnari's hands move, smoothing over sylvain's broad chest, tracing along planes of strong muscle, well-toned. it's impressive, really, he must take good care of himself. tighnari's thumbs roll over his nipples, teasing, and his mouth curves into a smile against sylvain's. ]
I appreciate your confidence.
[ and tighnari can be confident, too. hooking his hands over sylvain's shoulders, he pulls, coaxing the man down and onto the bed with him. ]
[ There's a slight shiver as those hands slide over his chest because ever since earlier in the day (when he'd acquired a certain mask, in fact, not that he's pieced that together yet) everything had felt more sensitized and intense and it was hard to hide any reaction when it caught him off-guard. As so much more that he was used to.
He's pretty sure he probably consumed or inhaled something along the way - that seems likely in a place like this and he's just been doing his best to roll with it, but with Tighnari's fingers on his skin, teasing against his nipples, it's even more pronounced than before. He bites back a soft moan, the sound muffled into Tighnari's kiss as he lets himself be tugged, falling onto his side on the mattress beside where the other man is perched.
It gives him a much closer look at the tail he'd spotted in passing a few times. It flicks back and forth and he can't help but reach out to brush fingers over it, before realizing that might be rude and drawing back. ]
[ sylvain crumples beside him, and tighnari tucks in close. he's the master here, but he wants to lean into things slowly, to peel sylvain slowly apart like plucking the petals of a flower - there's no rush, after all. his hands continue to explore, down sylvain's chest, over his sides and up his back, padded fingers splaying across his shoulderblades.
when he feels those fingers against his tail, tighnari smiles, his tail curling forward to drape across sylvain's forearm. ]
It's all right. I give you permission.
[ sylvain may touch the tail. and the ears. turning his head, tighnari drags his mouth along sylvain's jaw, then whispers warm against his ear. ]
[ There’s the occasional scattering of scars along Sylvain’s torso as Tighnari explores the exposed skin, but Sylvain doesn’t seem particularly shy about them. Or about anything, really.
He runs his fingers through soft fur when permission is given, still kinda wondering at it, and that it works like a real tail. Well. It is one, he knows, but it’s still so far different from anything he’d known before today. He’d been just as amazed by Aspen’s wings.
He shivers again when that warm breath teases against his skin, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment to just enjoy it.
But that question… was both simple and more complicated than Tighnari realized. Which is why Sylvain offers him a sheepish shrug in reply. ]
I like that you care what I like. Beyond that, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy anything you throw at me here. I like all of it. [ And he’s far too accustomed to adapting himself to whatever his partner wants or needs. ]
[ that answer prompts an arched brow, because it implies that people have not cared about what he likes in the past. now isn't the time to broach such a subject, he thinks, but it's a little something that tighnari tucks away in the back of his mind for now, a little fact about sylvain that feels important, in some way. ]
Well then. All right.
[ he chuckles, his tail giving a light shiver beneath those exploring fingers - it's quite sensitive.
pressing his hands to sylvain's shoulders, tighnari pushes, rolling him onto his back with.. surprising strength, considering his size, but tighnari's arms and back are toned well from archery, he's got a little more kick in him than one might think. smooth and sinuous, he slides onto sylvain, one knee pressing between his thighs and up, applying pressure to his groin. meanwhile, his hand coasts down, fingertips dragging in a circle around his navel before sliding lower, through that soft trail of dark ginger. ]
[ His response is chuckled as he lets himself be pushed over onto his back and maneuvered where Tighnari wants him. He doesn’t offer any resistance, but his hands do come up to clutch at the other man’s hips as he positions himself over him. There’s a quiet groan when that knee presses up against him, his own hips rocking against it shallowly in automatic response. Not a lot, just enough to enjoy the pressure and friction of it.
He watches those fingers trail down his torso with anticipation and interest. ]
Although isn’t this backwards? If you’re the master, shouldn’t I be pleasuring you right now?
Not necessarily. It just means I'm in charge. I get to play with you as I please.
[ that grind upward is rewarded with a nip to the shell of sylvain's ear, and tighnari's thigh pressing a little harder, but he's soon carefully undoing sylvain's trousers, popping open the top button. ]
Don't worry, I'll get my pleasure, too. But first I want to see you squirm.
[ for as delicate and sweet as he looks, tighnari's tone is anything but. his voice is lowered, rougher as he drags down the short zipper, then slides his hand into the heat of sylvain's pants, palming at his cock through his underclothes. ]
[ Another shiver in anticipation at those words, followed by a husky groan as he feels the heated press of a hand through thin fabric. He's hardening beneath it as he swallows around the snugness of the choker he wears, eyes darkening a shade as they flicker open again. ]
Hmmm. Well, I'll do my best to be a very satisfying toy for you, then.
[ He can't say he even minds the idea, even if he's normally one who maintains a pretty firm grip on his control. Not that he's let that slide just yet - he's played this role without giving anything up before. But he suspects Tighnari might see through that easier than some of his previous partners did. ]
[ sylvain's response is light, but very satisfying, tighnari's keen ears drinking in the sound of that rough groan. it sends a wave of goosebumps down his forearm.
he gives no response, only leans in to press their mouths together in another lingering kiss, his padded fingers teasing a little while longer before he hooks his thumb into sylvain's underclothing and tugs down, releasing his cock from its confines. from there, he drags the very tips of his fingers along its underside, so slow, so teasing, feather-light and soft.
tighnari's lips part, and he drags a fang along sylvain's lower lip, tugging, following it up by a swipe of his tongue. his breathing is a little more rushed now, his hips arching downward, grinding himself against the top of sylvain's thigh. ]
[ His groan is deeper this time, the sound husky in his throat as his head falls back onto the bed, throat arching slightly. Tighnari’s fingers fingers feel different on his skin, as well, even though he can’t pick up on why exactly, not having seen the pads earlier.
He slides his thigh slightly so he can press it up more firmly against Tighnari. Giving him friction to move against, even as his own hips rock up shallowly into that touch. ]
[ tighnari can't help his smile, or the soft chuckle that rolls against sylvain's skin as his fingers continue to work, very gently tracing sylvain's full length, before teasing around the flared tip, where he knows his partner will be wonderfully sensitive. ]
Is that so..?
[ his smile is evident in his voice. tighnari enjoys this, enjoys teasing, working his partners up slowly and almost painfully, until they're ready to burst. sylvain is responding beautifully, and tighnari is happy to enjoy the sight of him as he arches and breathes and rolls his hips. it's enough to have tighnari's blood running south as well, growing stiffer in his pants, hot and hard as he presses his hips down. ]
[ He gives a quiet hiss as those fingertips circle just under the tip of him. He knows this game, is typically quite adept at playing it, too. But whatever started affecting him earlier is still very much in effect now, making him feel far more sensitive than he should be. His skin pebbling under the brush of fingers or the whisper of warm breath. ]
[ it's so satisfying to do this, to feel sylvain's response. there's so much tighnari wants to do - to touch him and tease him, to taste him, to ride him, to fuck him, it's all so enticing. there's time to enjoy plenty of things, however, and they can always retire to one of their rooms as well, if it comes to it. ]
Good.
[ tighnari is enjoying this, too. he drags his fingertips for a little bit longer, up and down his full length once, twice, three times, before he finally closes his fingers around sylvain's girth and gets him fully in hand. he pulls in slow, deep strokes from root to tip, his thumb swiping over the wet tip. ]
[ His eyes slam closed again as those fingers stroke him more firmly now, his fingers dropping to curl into the sheets beneath him. And yeah, Tighnari's right, he's hardly small, but it feels incredible to have those fingers stroking like they are.
Sylvain, who's far more accustomed to keeping his control, even to the point of choosing how much he lets himself fall into his pleasure, is struggling to do anything of the sort. It washes over him, leaving him shuddering at the stimulation. If he could actually string a thought together, he'd be a little amazed that it felt so easy. Or maybe he'd be suspicious that it was so easy. Hard to tell.
Luckily for both of them, he doesn't actually give a damn right now because he's far more distracted with how good this feels. ]
[ oh, this is so much better than tighnari had expected. sylvain looks beautiful, sprawled out and panting, flushed and hot and achingly hard for him. tighnari presses a line of hot kisses along sylvain's jaw, before dragging his tongue along the tender space beneath his ear, and his fingers tighten, squeezing his cock, pumping a little harder. ]
Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
[ The shudder that slips down his spine at the praise takes him by surprise, has him biting back a quiet whimper, teeth worrying his lip as Tighnari’s strokes turn deliciously rougher.
He feels the man above him start to move and those lust-darkened eyes flick open once more to watch, dropping when those hands drop to unfasten his own pants.
Sylvain’s hands are quick to slide up his thighs, though, since those are the closest parts of him in reach. ]
Any preference where? [ There’s a deliberate pause there before he casts Tighnari a cheeky smirk and lets his voice drop into a huskier note before adding on the last bit. ] …Master?
[ that cheeky little master earns sylvain an arched brow. ]
That's right, and don't you forget it. Touch my back, and my tail.
[ he murmurs, before surging downward to kiss sylvain again, freeing his own cock so that they rub together when he rocks his hips downward. with both of them in hand now, tighnari strokes them together as best as he can with his small hand, gathering precum with his thumb to lubricate the way. ]
[ The kiss muffles the deep moan Sylvain makes when Tighnari grinds down against him, bringing his cock to slide against his own. Hips arch as Sylvain's hands automatically slide up Tighnari's hips to grip - or maybe cling - before sliding further up his back as bidden.
Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]
[ sylvain has good hands, warm and broad, callused from his work with the spear, and as they drag over his skin he hums, shivering, his skin jumping beneath the pull of sylvain's hands. the stroke down his tail earns a low, soft purr in his chest that rolls and rumbles, and tighnari takes a moment simply to enjoy it.
but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
[ Sylvain’s grin is quick and crooked as he takes in the lube Tighnari has pulled out of the nightstand. But he’s also quick to obey, hands sliding down to grip the hem of the oversized sweater Tighnari wears to try and tug it up over his head. And his ears. Which is something he’s never had to maneuver before so this is going to be an adventure.
He has no idea how his pants work with his tail, but he supposes he’s gonna have to figure it out quickly.
And he might eye the sweater a moment after removing it, fingers twitching to fold it, but there’s nowhere to put it, so he sighs and tosses it over to drape on the chair not far from the bed instead.
His inner neat freak will just have to deal for now. ]
[ tighnari lifts his arms and straightens his ears to allow sylvain to sweep his sweater over his head, leaving it aside. he's a bit of a neat freak too, sometimes, but right now he's occupied with sylvain, and that's all that he wants to be thinking about right now. sylvain will need a little help with his tail, he thinks, so tighnari reaches back to tug down the back of his leggings, slipping his tail through the hole to free it.
then he's taking sylvain's hands, guiding them, using them to help to tug his leggings down over his thighs and off, leaving him entirely nude, the lichtenberg scar reaching down his chest and right shoulder and arm on clear display.
after that, tighnari plucks up the bottle of lubricant again, while he moves to straddle sylvain's hips again, grinding down hard and slow to create warm, pleasurable friction. flicking the tube open with his thumb, tighnari spreads the lubricant against his fingers, his brown-green eyes shifted downward to watch sylvain's face as his hand drops again, dragging slippery fingers along sylvain's cock. ]
[ Sylvain’s eyes are drawn to that scar and he lets his fingers trace along the jagged lines. He’s seen such scars as the result of magic attacks, but never quite like this.
Then he gets distracted because Tighnari is grinding down against him once more, naked this time, and then adding the slide of slicked fingers, making him give a breathless groan as his hands grip the man’s hips, nails biting lightly into skin.
He’s a little surprised that Tighnari starts slicking his cock, but he can work with that, whatever the other man wants with him. Still, he does slide his hand around to trail fingers along the underside of his cock. ]
Let me? [ He lets his gaze drop to the tube of lube, knowing he might have an easier angle for this. ]
[ while sylvain is busy tracing tighnari's scar, tighnari is busy slicking up sylvain's cock, squeezing and sliding and teasing the tip, at least until he asks to do it himself. tighnari tilts his head, regarding him for a moment, before he decides to assent and press the bottle of lubricant into his callused palm. ]
I'll allow it.
[ tighnari shifts his weight a little, lifting his hips and curling his tail up against his back.
he's flushed and warm by now, his cock hard and reddened, slick at the tip and aching to be touched, but he's just as disciplined with himself as he's being with sylvain.. for now. he wants to wait, wants to enjoy this all thoroughly and completely. his pupils are blown wide as he looks down into sylvain's handsome face, his ears swiveling forward, at attention. ]
[ Sylvain takes the lube, slathering it on his fingers. It’s different from the oils he’s used to from home, but this might work even better.
His fingers slicked, he slides his hand down between them… not reaching for his own cock, but slipping between Tighnari’s thighs so he can slide them back to circle that tight ring of muscle. Coating his skin with the oil in preparation before letting a finger slip inside of him, just up to the first knuckle. ]
[ sylvain's slick fingers slide along the seam of his ass, and tighnari tenses with excitement, with anticipation, and when he feels his finger slip inside he hums, closing his eyes and giving his hips a slow rock downward. it isn't enough, but it's good, and more is coming. tighnari's tail flicks back and forth, contented, and his hands drop to touch sylvain, palms sliding along his forearms. ]
More..
[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]
[ He feels that tail flicking against his legs - which is very strange, but he likes the softness of it. At the demand for more, he gives Tighnari exactly what he wants, working his finger a little deeper into him, feeling the muscles stretch and give before he starts easing another finger into him, intensifying the feel.
His own cock aches, but he ignores it for now, needing to focus on what he’s doing before his own anticipation (and heightened sensitivity - not that he realizes that) gets carried away. Fortunately, Tighnari is very distracting. ]
[ tighnari is used to being the one to prep himself, so this is a nice, novel feeling to him, to feel those fingers sinking into him, stretching tight muscle, sliding easily with the lubricant. knuckles sink deep, and tighnari exhales sharply, breathing deep, pushing down for more. it's still not quite enough, but he knows better than to rush, knows how important it is to take their time with this when he needs the time to adjust and stretch.
with a low, soft hum tighnari begins to rock his hips gently forward and back, forward and back, fucking himself slowly on those fingers, their cocks sliding together. ]
[ He gives a soft hiss when Tighnari rocks above him, sliding their cocks together, pleasure shivering across his nerves. He lets Tighnari work his fingers deeper when he rocks back, using the movement to stretch him further. Scissoring them gently apart to stretch muscles.
And maybe let calloused fingertips explore and quest for what will bring him the most pleasure in the process. Learning him and committing his reactions to memory, as he so often does.
Considering the difference in their sizes, he glances down the lines of their bodies as Tighnari moves against him. ]
[ at that, tighnari's mouth curves into a smile. ]
Yes, I can.
[ he'll have to, really, if he wants to be able to fit that cock. tighnari is a small man, but he knows how to use his body, and he understands biology - he can adapt easily, and know how to make it good and pleasurable too.
sylvain is doing well, though - those seeking fingers soon strike gold, sliding against the warm lump of his prostate in a way that makes tighnari gasp inward, then exhale in a low, pleasured whine. ]
Sylvain’s smile is slow and knowing as he brushes his fingertips over that spot again, loving the reaction he’d gotten. He uses it as a distraction over the next several moments as he starts working a third finger into him, taking his time, but making sure to send pleasure arcing along Tighnari’s nerves every few strokes.
Feeling him tighten, watching his body arch… It was beautiful and Sylvain wanted to watch more. Wanted to see what other noises he could draw from his lips.
While one hand continues to stretch him open, his other slid down to wrap around their cocks, stroking them in tandem, slow, and alternating with how he worked his fingers into the other man’s body. ]
[ of course sylvain zeroes in on that immediately, fingertips pressing to his sweet spot without hesitation, and it isn't long before tighnari is squirming a little in his lap. the third finger burns a little, stretching him further, but tighnari knows how to relax himself and not fight it.
then those fingers are around their cocks, and he exhales a breathless laugh. ]
Mmn.. I don't remember giving you permission to do that, my pet.
[ but he's smiling, clearly teasing as he thrusts into the hold of sylvain's fingers. ]
I was improvising. You looked a little distracted.
[ The cheeky retort is offered with a faintly crooked grin, but he doesn’t stop anyway.
HIs own voice is more than a little strained, his dark eyes watching hungrily as Tighnari rocks above him. Tight around his fingers, he can’t wait to feel that motion when Tighnari does ride his cock, the thought making him shudder and arch up into his own grip, sliding skin against soft skin in the process. ]
[ yes, he's ten thousand percent distracted. he's all warmed up now, hard and stretched and ready, feeling hungry, greedy, feral. tighnari gives himself a few more minutes anyway, his hands resting on sylvain's chest as his hips continue to roll, taking his fingers in deep, pushing his cock through his grasp until there's no more discomfort at all, only sweet pleasure and the thrill of anticipation. ]
[ He’s tempted to keep going, just to see what Tighnari would do, but he’s just as impatient right now, so he’ll save potential disobedience for another time. Which is hopefully a possibility after this, considering what they’re here for.
He withdraws his fingers with a groan, releasing his grip on their cocks as well, even though he gives one more shallow rock to grind up against the heated body perched above him. ]
[ tighnari is hungry by now, stretched and so very ready, so the moment sylvain's fingers are removed tighnari is already shifting against his lap. hoisting himself up on his knees, he takes ahold of that thick cock, spilling a bit more lubricant over it and giving him a few deep strokes before positioning himself.
lowering his hips again, he slowly, carefully takes sylvain into his body, sinking down, feeling the deep, burning stretch. it aches a little, he's thicker even than his fingers had been, but smoother, and tighnari breathes slowly as he seats himself in sylvain's lap, taking him in deep. ]
Give me.. a moment..
[ eyes closed, he exhales slowly, softly, and urges his body to relax. ]
[ Sylvain’s eyes slam closed as he shudders beneath him, because Tighnari might have been trying to prepare for this, but having the other man take him in as he did sends shivering waves of pleasure through him as he tries not to arch up into him. Wanting to give Tighnari the time to adjust he needed, but also.
Fuck, he was tight and it was taking all his willpower not to fuck up into him to bury himself again and again. ]
Fuck, you’re still so tight. Maybe I should have gone for four…
[ at that, tighnari exhales a sound like a rough laugh, thin and breathless, his mouth curved. ]
Mm.. maybe.
[ a low chuckle, and tighnari opens his eyes again, glancing down to see sylvain in exquisite agony, deep and tearing pleasure that pleases tighnari to see. he breathes in, out, in again, out again, slowly beginning to relax around the intrusive cock, but still remaining as tight as a gripping fist.
leaning back, tighnari presses padded palms and fingers to sylvain's thighs and finally begins to move, giving his hips a slow, experimental roll. ]
[ Nevermind. Tighnari moving above him is both better and far more excruciating. His hands come to grasp at the man’s thighs as his own buck involuntarily, cock pressing deeper as that rolling motion as the clench and squeeze of too-tight muscles around him hitting in an all new way.
He thrusts up, his own hips rocking to meet him as his nails bite lightly into warm flesh. ]
Oh, do you, now? Have you forgotten your place, pet?
[ tighnari whispers softly, his voice dropping dangerously low, and he goes completely still on sylvain's lap, unmoving save for the clench of muscle tight around his cock, squeezing. ]
You don't get to tell me what to do, sweet puppy.
[ he purrs, flicking his gaze back down to sylvain's face, his short claws sinking into the flesh of sylvain's thighs. ]
[ Fuck, he had, which again, isn’t like him. Not to get so overwhelmed he forgets himself like that.
But Tighnari going still above him gets a very strained whine escaping him as he closes his eyes again. Mentally cursing himself. And maybe the man tormenting him so well, just a little. Especially when that squeeze tightens and it’s all he can do to hold still. Reminding himself that Tighnari has the control here and if he wants more, he can’t let himself forget that part of their play.
He doesn’t actually mind it, it’s just deliciously torturous and he wants more. ]
S-sorry.
[ Even the bite of claws into his flesh have him shivering and moaning at the sharpness of it, body jolting as his muscles twitch and tremble beneath Tighnari with the strain of holding himself still for him. ]
[ sylvain's little punishment has worked wonders, it would seem. tighnari loves how he looks, sprawled out and panting like that, his muscles tight and his chest heaving with low moans.. he looks lovely. it's a sight that tighnari burns right into his memory, immediately. ]
There's my good boy..
[ he murmurs in response, claws dragging slowly now along the insides of his thighs. ]
Good boys are rewarded.
[ tighnari moves again, shifting his hips and rocking down into sylvain's lap, feeling the hot slide of his cock moving in and out of his body. tighnari hums, tosses back his hair, and begins to set a slow, but deep, rhythm. ]
[ Oddly enough, that gets a flush creeping up the back of his neck. Which he can feel, and promptly tries to ignore, because it’s been a very long time since anything - or anyone - has made him do something like that. He’s going to chalk it up to weird happenstance. Or arousal. Or maybe he’s suddenly allergic to rabbit fur.
He bites back any comment he might make there, because he’d probably just get himself in trouble again - as opening his mouth tends to do in general. Tighnari makes it easy, at least, by dragging those claws along his skin, making him shudder and jolt up into the touch again, strained moan slipping free, a sound that breaks off into a breathless noise when he finally starts to move. It’s enough to drive every last thought right out of his head because it feels so good and he can only rock with him to meet that rhythm, wanting to be buried deep within him, but also relishing the tight squeeze and friction as he rises and falls again. ]
sylvain's response to the praise is a little muted, but still noticeable for one so perceptive as tighnari. good to know. tighnari chuckles breathlessly, and slams his hips down a little harder, taking sylvain deep in a way that makes tighnari gasp. ]
Does the puppy like it when he's told he's a good boy..?
[ tighnari murmurs, his voice like smooth silk, and soon enough he's beginning to pick up the pace, rocking his hips a little more quickly, a little more deeply, taking his cock right to the base with every downward roll of his body. sweat begins to dew on his flushed skin, his tail shivering with every thrust. ]
[ Oh, no. He's not falling into that trap. Tighnari is already seeing way too much for his comfort to give him ammunition like that.
But the permission - order? - is way more his speed and something he can eagerly give.
His hips rock up immediately, sheathing himself deep in the man's body, setting a pace that's faster and rougher than the one Tighnari had set for himself. One hand grasps at his hips, holding on more than anything. The other one, though, it slips around behind him to play with the soft fur of his tail for each thrust of his hips. He hadn't missed the reactions Tighnari had to being touched there, picking up on the fact that it was sensitive and not just soft.
It's a tease, as he builds his pace, his speed. Playing the same way Tighnari had up until now. His own skin is flushed and slick with sweat now from the exertion - and also the strain of holding himself back before. He's not holding back now, though.
And then he lets his hand slide away from Tighnari's tail to wrap fingers around the man's cock instead. Not stroking him, not even teasing. Just letting the almost brutal pace he'd set rock Tighnari up into the grip of his curled fingers with every rock forward. ]
[ he'll find the ammunition, sylvain.. don't you worry. sylvain's praise kink was on full display not long ago.
nevertheless, tighnari isn't thinking about that right now. he's not thinking about much of anything once sylvain starts fucking up into him hard and fast, and tighnari's vision begins to spot around the edges. he bounces hard in sylvain's lap, crying out as he's slammed into again and again, his back arching forward, his hips snapping down over and over to meet every single thrust. ]
Fuck -
[ he hisses through his fangs, the hand around his cock almost too much, but he reins it in, bites the orgasm back in order to let the pleasure stretch longer and longer. he rides sylvain hard, brutally fast, each thrust eliciting a sharp moan, his claws sinking hard. gods, it's so good, it's too good.. tighnari is already close, and he's sure sylvain surely must be too. ]
Except the fact that yeah, he is getting very very close. His jaw is clenched as he struggles to hold it back. Despite the fact that he'd slipped earlier, his mindset now, at least, is still matching the role he'd committed to play here and despite how badly his own pleasure is building, he holds it back, waiting for Tighnari to get there.
Besides, he's a delicious sight atop him and Sylvain's eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, as he drinks it in. Watching eh expressions play out on his face, the way he moves, the noises he makes. He doesn't want to miss any of it.
It's only when he thinks he's not going to be able to hold it back any more that he slams his eyes shut again, even though his pace never once falters, not in the way he fucks up into Tighnari, or the way his fingers stroke against his cock. ]
[ tighnari can feel sylvain's gaze on him, and after a few moments his eyes crack open so he can meet his look, reading the intensity in his expression. body language alone tells him that his partner is close, but the words come soon after, rough and desperate and achingly needy. sylvain sounds good like that, tighnari thinks.. when he's falling apart at the seams.
it occurs to him that he could make this much worse, that he could edge sylvain into oblivion right now, and honestly, the idea is tempting, but.. he holds off. another time, perhaps, once he knows sylvain a little bit better, once the two of them have more time to discuss their likes and dislikes. so for the moment, sylvain is granted mercy. next time tighnari may not be so kind.
so rather than holding still and stopping, tighnari goes harder, his movements sharp and erratic as he allows sylvain to slam up into him hard and fast and brutal, fucking him open as if he were nothing more than a doll to be used. ]
Cum for me. [ he hisses through his teeth, precum staining sylvain's fingers as tighnari begins nearing his own peak. ] Now.
[ Tighnari gives him the words, the permission, which is a good thing because when he'd started going harder, Sylvain wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.
Nails dig into the other man's hips as he rocks up into him once more, twice, and then thrusts up to bury himself deep as he tips over that edge. His head falls back as he spills himself with a hoarse cry, body trembling at the force of it. His own hand clenches lightly around Tighnari's cock, not releasing him, although his own pace falters a little in the process. ]
[ tighnari feels it, the hot burst of spend inside of him, wet and slick and wonderfully obscene, and when sylvain's fist closes more tightly around his cock, tighnari lets go.
with a sharp, shuddering cry he releases, thrusting hard into sylvain's grasp, spilling over his fingers and onto his stomach in warm waves. his abdomen tightens, and tighnari's entire body shudders, locking up tightly as he arches, lost in the rolling wave of pleasure that crashes over his head. ]
Oh, gods -
[ he whispers harshly, all of the strength leaving his body as he slumps forward, barely holding himself up with his hands braced against sylvain's chest. ]
[ Sylvain just gives a breathless groan that melts into a strangled laugh. He can still feel Tighnari clenching and shuddering above him, the waves of his own orgasm shivering through him, and it feels all the more intense around Sylvain's oversensitized cock. Not that he minds - it still feels exquisite.
He lets his hands slide up over Tighnari's spine, though, and then down over his tail in slow, soothing strokes. ]
[ those hands on his body pull the rest of the rug out from beneath him, and tighnari folds forward entirely, crumpling against sylvain's chest, his hands smoothing over his shoulders. they're both sticky with sweat and more, but right now tighnari enjoys how that feels, enjoys the obscene heat of it; he's swimming in satisfaction. ]
Mhmm..
[ he murmurs, arching downward when those hands smooth down his back, then over and along his sensitive tail. it lifts, curling around sylvain's forearm, the fur dense, soft and smooth. ]
[ Sylvain can't help but grin when he feels that tail wrap around his arm, because it's still so ridiculously soft. Which just feels even better when his skin feels so sensitive and tingling.
So he just keeps stroking it for now, especially when Tighnari makes those contented sounds. Which is a Mood. He hopes their don't need this room in a hurry, because he really doesn't want to move right now. He grins, curling fingers in that soft fur. ]
[ not only does tighnari make contented sounds, there's also now a noise rolling in his chest that sounds suspiciously like a purr. it rumbles and vibrates as he presses in close, one hand working its way into sylvain's ginger hair, pushing it back from his eyes.
and then he's crossing both arms over sylvain's chest, and resting his chin upon them to be able to better look into his partner's face. a pleased smile plays at the corners of his mouth, but not too pleased - can't have sylvain getting a big head over it all. with a hum, he slowly rocks their hips together, chasing the warm aftershocks of their pleasure. ]
[ Is that... does Tighnari purr?? Oh no, that's the cutest thing yet and now he just wants to keep making him make that noise.
Besides, with Tighnari still seated on his softening cock. he's pretty sure he can feel that purr and that just gets a soft groan from him. One that deepens when Tighnari rocks above him making him shiver and arch all over again with a breathless laugh. ]
Properly, huh? Pretty sure absolutely none of that was proper.
also he sure does purr!! it's a nice sound, velvety and soft, warm and inviting, vibrating through his body. he'd never considered using his purr in, uh, the sort of way that sylvain is enjoying, so.. that's a bit of a revelation, and something good to know. ]
Well, then perhaps I'm in need of more satisfaction.
[ The sound Sylvain makes in response is lost somewhere between a groan and a laugh. It has his hips rocking against Tighnari’s as he shifts, still feeling that rumbling purr wrapped around him.
But he still manages to reply in the most deadpan tone, ]
Sylvain just chuckles again, withdrawing his hand to go back to stroking along Tighnari’s spine. And his tail. Because it really is freaking soft and his fingers keep twitching to go back and pet it more.
also his tail is absolutely addicting. it's soft and thick, the fur luxurious and well taken care of, and it isn't long before tighnari is purring again, his tail shivering lightly beneath the pass of sylvain's palm and fingers.
it feels nice. resting his head down against his partner's chest, tighnari closes his eyes and folds his ears back, content to enjoy the moment for what it is. ]
[ Sylvain's actually pretty adept at picking up on subtle cues like that. He'd had to, to navigate the entanglements he'd so often found himself in back home.
Still. It's an interesting way to phrase that answer and Sylvain thinks he can read between the lines enough to pick up on some of what Olivine is actually saying. ]
So I'll take that as a 'no' but you either felt responsible or beholden anyway. Am I close? [ One corner of his lips quirks upwards as he watches for a reaction. ] The Monastery where I went to the Officer's Academy was pretty strict and rigid in their ways, as well. Wasn't really my type of thing, either. Pretty sure I scandalized just about everyone there, in fact.
[ The ones he hadn't actually managed to seduce, anyway... ]
[look, Sylvain, that's rude, it's his job to catch on to those things, not have them used against him!! Olivine supposes he should have considered the possibility with their similar thoughts, though.]
... it isn't that I dislike it... but yes, there is a sense of responsibility.
[one that he often failed, in the eyes of those who once mattered the most. If not for Eiden and the others, he still wonders if he ever would have escaped that place. Even without knowing the details, it's plain that it's an uncomfortable subject, and he inhales a slow breath before shaking his head.]
I'm glad that people trust in me so deeply. But as you may imagine, a priest is someone who devotes their lives to others. I chose that so early on, and once I began, there was no changing it.
It sounds like you found your freedom in your own way, Sylvain.
[and he means it, as the film of regret melts away from his face. Is he still using his work to sidestep his own issues? Well, yes. Even if he's not as ashamed as he once was, he's still hesitant to burden anyone else with his circumstances.]
[ This time, it's Sylvain who has to hide a wince as he gives a dry laugh and leans back in his chair.
Luckily, their server chooses just then to deliver the tray of food and drinks for them to share, buying him a moment to figure out how to reply to that.
Freedom had never been in the cards for him. Then again, not even the fates could have foreseen this loophole, he supposes. ]
If this place counts as 'freedom', I suppose I have. I'm probably one of the few new guests here that's looking at this place with potential instead of as an unwanted interruption. [ A pause, as he realizes he should give a little more than that in exchange for the confession he might have surprised out of Olivine, even if he hadn't intended to put him on the spot. ]
I was born into my responsibilities. There was never really an option for a choice.
Mm... you don't consider your scandals to have been you exerting some sense of freedom? I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood.
[but that, spoken so plainly, Olivine cannot misinterpret. The words could have come straight from his own mouth in that moment and it wouldn't have been amiss. He himself hasn't put much thought into this place as a whole, but it certainly doesn't seem too inconvenient.
Not when he's not alone, anyway.]
... we're not so different, in that. In truth, it's easy to call something a choice, but when there is no alternative... [just to give him something to do, Olivine reaches for the trays, gently adjusting them on the table. It does occur to him that it's honestly... a lot of food... for just two people.] But there is always a chance at freedom... I think. No matter how unlikely or distant.
[He hopes.]
... apologies. I didn't mean to make things... heavy.
[ Sylvain just casts him a small understanding smile. ]
Pretty sure it was my question that started it, so that’s all on me.
[ He reaches for one of the jars of wine, opening it and giving it an experimental sniff before sliding it across the table towards Olivine. ] Care to try some? And this… is a lot of food. I hope you’re hungry.
And I suppose my scandals were a little of that. I think they were probably more a rebellion against the inevitable, if anything. My father dismissed it as me ‘sowing my wild oats’. [ A snort, as he rolls his eyes, because while he’d endured countless lectures on his decorum in private, his father was always all bluster in bragging about his heir in public. ] Maybe that made him feel better about all of it.
Nevertheless, this isn't something that I should be so... unable to hold.
[Olivine peers at the wine for a moment, taking a moment to follow suit in sniffing it. It smells... intriguing. Sweet and nutty, almost sharp with a hint of mint.]
It... really is a lot, isn't it? I have a decent appetite, but this might be pushing it.
[pouring a glass, Olivine offers the drink back in turn. God, it's hard to think others had to go through things like he did... his expression is as understanding as it is pained. Almost as if to cover himself, Olivine takes a drink of the nutty wine, slowing his response in the space of tasting it.
Nutty, cold. A little sweet on the tongue.]
... it seems to be how they view it. A simple dalliance, if it's inconvenient. Worthy of utmost praise, otherwise.
[His eyes turn their gaze, staring off into the distance emptily as the drink works its way through him. Before he can think through it, the words slip from his lips.].
No matter how small the misstep, it's always the end of the world, isn't it? W disgrace, but only when there is something to pick against.
[ Sylvain had taken the jaw back with a crooked smile and begun to pour himself a glass when Olivine continues speaking. It’s enough for his hand to falter a little, the liquid slowing before he comes back to himself and deliberately finishes filling his glass.
He takes a slow, measured sip to brace himself, enjoying the flavor of it, different to most flavors he’s used to back home. Sweet, but not too much so. ]
Let me guess, they’re pretty obsessed with ‘perfection’, too? Whoever they are? Impossible expectations you’re never gonna be able to manage to meet? Or if you get close, the bar just gets moved higher?
excuse me while I just go throw Olivine's parents into the sea tbh
Mm. [just thinking about it still makes him feel sick. truthfully, Olivine would rather run from it, pretend that nothing ever happened and just... move on. but maybe it feels wrong to just back out after saying so much, after they've shared a... really concerning amount, actually, after such a short time. and in half-public space.] The bar has never moved, I don't think. They... my parents simply have very strict expectations, and I was...
[maybe it's the drink, too. things he doesn't want to say, thick and bitter and hateful against the sweet, calm cool of the wine. it feels as if... maybe, if he says them aloud to someone other than himself, they'll stop tearing into him. he's already disappointed them so many times...]
"A desecration of the holy priesthood." [the words are so familiar that he no longer needs to see them to remember. to go back to that...] ... the church's doctrines are extremely strict, after all. But... I can't just stop being who I am. I never wanted to be constrained to a single temple, only able to help those closest to me.
I'm... lucky. I had friends to help me realise I didn't have to be that way. It hasn't made the memories fade, but carrying them is a little easier.
Ahhh, a fellow member of the I Have Shitty Parents club! Well met >.>
[ Sylvain watches those expressions play out across his face and before he even takes a sip of his own wine, he finds himself reaching across the table to rest a hand over Olivine’s wrist, his own expression one of understanding. ]
If that’s what they told you? Well, fuck them, then. No offense to you, but… No one should ever make you feel like you have to stop being who you are. And I’m glad you had friends to help you get away from that.
[ …Which is a fine piece of irony, coming from him, but Sylvain never claimed to follow his own advice. ]
customary cookies at the door and all, it's cool it's fine
[ah. Sylvain speaks with such conviction, and it... warms Olivine's heart, truly. he can't help but laugh a little, shaking his head.]
Please, don't worry too much about me. Their criticism is natural, and it's a test for me to pass as a temple priest myself. The reality, what the others helped me to see, was that... things like that, the things that I wanted to do for myself, were the ones worth enduring their criticism.
[back home, he can't really escape them in the end. it's just not reasonable. he does notice the similarities, as he has before. maybe there are more still, but he's doing his best not to be too nosy.]
I'm sure that you know as well as I that it's easy to speak those words than it is to follow them... but there's nothing wrong with that. One's life has no timeframe within which to find their way.
I tend to think that those so swift to criticize tend to be a little envious that others have the courage to do what they wouldn't dare, or to achieve what they never could. But that might just be my experience.
[ Unfortunately, he has a lot of experience with criticism. ]
But it's good you've kept such a positive outlook about it, it seems. Most people would be bitter, for having to endure that. [ Not talking about himself there, nope.
As for that conclusion... It has a shadow briefly flitting through warm amber eyes as he takes a long drag of his wine, letting the sweet nutty flavor of it fill his mouth. ] I dunno. Some people have a time frame.
[Olivine... doesn't really disagree with Sylvain's assessment, in general. Sure, it's a little bitter and sharp, but it's plainly made based on his own interpretation of the world. The priest can't say that he's seen much of the darker sides of it, and so he's always been distantly aware of how... optimistic he might seem.]
And they would have every right to be bitter about it. [He sees through that one, though he's careful not to prod too deeply at the wound.] One need not be positive to deserve the friends and acquaintances to help live beyond their hurts.
[and then... it's hard to say how to respond to those words. He isn't sure if Sylvain is talking about himself or about some loss or another, or perhaps something else entirely...]
... plainly spoken, one's lifespan is a limitation, yes... [He could be off base, but there aren't a lot of other "time frames" in one's life. Hesitantly, quietly then:] are you afraid for yourself, or regretful over someone else, sir Sylvain...?
[almost immediately, he regrets it. They've only just met, and here he is talking like the man is one of their faithful, like he has any reason to not just get angry at the audacity of asking such a thing. Well, he can't take it back anyway.]
[ Sylvain just gives him a faint smile, however, not taking any offense. In fact, if anything, he looks apologetic for having turned the conversation darker, since that hadn’t been his intent to start out. ]
My country back home has been torn apart by a terrible war for the past five years or so. There’s rarely a day that’s gone by, of late, that I haven’t wondered if I’d see the next dawn. Or which of my companions might not.
[ And the battle that had been looming today was one he’d been dreading above all. He doesn’t know whether to be pathetically grateful for this timely kidnapping, or start grieving for all he knows he’s likely lost by now. ]
[a war... despite all the troubles they've dealt with since Olivine met the other clan members and Eiden, he can still barely imagine it. they were things he heard whispers of, always in just the furthest whispers, usually in the capitol. to live that life, even for five years—to fear endlessly for one's companions and their own life...
it's darker, certainly, but it only makes his hand draw up, resting over his own heart in the sensation of empathy there.]
... I'm sorry. I can hardly fathom what that must have been like, how terrifying... [a little bit, sure. particularly after his most recent bout of utter stupidity, the knowledge that he's only still here because of the others... but to protract that for five years, even under the best circumstances...] I can... imagine you must be struggling with how to feel, being here. A reprieve, but with no knowledge of what to expect when you get back...
[that's been on his mind too, after all. particularly with Eiden here, when the others need him, and yet there's such a traitorous relief, a selfishness in having that break, isn't there?]
Yeah. [ His tone is rueful as he rubs at the back of his neck, then takes another deep swallow of wine. ]
It feels pretty wrong, to be grateful to be here, on so many levels. I still haven’t decided if I feel relieved or guilty. Or maybe guilty I’m relieved? That probably fits, too.
[ Faerghans do guilt a little too well, after all. ]
I think... it's normal to be confused by it. And to feel relief. When you spend so long fighting for every step, how can you not?
[Olivine sips his drink again, slowly to account for how infrequently he imbibes, and his brows furrow in an almost sheepish smile.]
But I think guilt is a little too much to bear. You didn't ask to come here. You didn't abandon your friends, or forget their struggles.
For now, all we can do is breathe. Until we can find a way back, it's better to recuperate than keep running yourself down. If your friends and comrades are anything like mine, I'm sure they would be relieved to find you safe.
[ As far as his typical defensive reflex of teasing goes, this one is gentle and fond, lips curving up into a smile as he pushes away what he can of his darker worries. This really isn't the time or place for them, and sitting here brooding over things he can't change isn't going to do anyone any good. ]
I'm still trying to convince myself of all that, honestly, with varying levels of success, but thank you for the reminder, all the same.
[ Something in that statement makes him thinking of something else, however, and he glances across to study Olivine curiously once more. ] Have you found any of your friends here yet?
It could be. But I'd be happier to consider it the advice of a friend... if you wouldn't mind.
[He's so quick to fall into the banter, happy to let their respective darker thoughts fade into the background. The words are so painfully earnest, too, despite the fact that this is their first meeting. His struggles are reasonable and honestly, fairly mild in the scheme of them.]
I am happy to repeat it so long as it may help.
[hand on heart, Olivine closes his eyes for a moment, only to open them again at the question. oh... there's a soft tinge that rises to his cheeks then. Olivine is not hard to read.]
Ah, yes... just one, so far. His name is Eiden, and he's... a-ah. I'm rather... selfishly glad he's here. I wouldn't be the same person without him.
[warm and shy, Olivine is almost vibrant whenever talking about Eiden.]
[ The offer takes him by surprise, even though it probably shouldn’t. Then again, he’s not very accustomed to offers of friendship, just for the sake of friendship. Not that he brings that up, just lets that smile warm a little further. ]
I don’t mind at all, in fact.
[ That smile turns into a grin at the sight of that blush as he leans forward in interest. Even more so when he realizes he knows that name. ]
Ahh, I think I met him earlier today. [ In a closet. It was a very interesting seven minutes. ]
Thank you. I'm glad to make a friend in you, Sylvain.
[If he had a tail, it would be wagging about now. There's a pleasant buzz there in the back of his mind, a distant reminder that he's been drinking at all, but it isn't even that noticeable.]
Ah! Then you know. [Olivine laughs, and though he doesn't know the circumstances, he knows Eiden. Sylvain's lack of irritation informs much of the remaining questions, the ones that matter.] he's just so... free to be himself. Completely, unabashedly himself. I trust he took good care of you, too.
[He doesn't actually put any implication in there, because... well, he doesn't need to. Eiden taking care of people is as second nature as his absolutely filthy mind, as far as Olivine is concerned.]
[ That summary gets a laugh from him as he takes another sip of his wine. ]
I suppose I do. We, uh, got locked in a closet for a bit until we worked out how to get out.
[ He'd been a little worried that admitting that might spawn some jealousy, but from Olivine's reaction to Eiden in general, maybe that wasn't the case at all. Or maybe people just did relationships differently where they came from? He was already finding out there was a vast difference in what he'd always taken for granted and what was considered normal for many people here. ]
[no, he certainly doesn't seem jealous in the least; if he asked, Sylvain can probably guess Olivine would be happy to explain; the clan members' relationship with Eiden is already pretty unusual. Now though...
... well now he's thinking about getting stuck in a closet with someone, the varied things they could be made to do to—]
Ah... but I'm also glad you made it out without too much trouble, it sounds like. I'm a little envious of the first meeting, if I'm honest. [what were you even imagining, Olivine? This little admission does get him to pause though. He hadn't meant to say it aloud, and his eyes drift down to the drink. Had he had too much already??? He doesn't feel tipsy...]
[ He blinks for a moment, trying to make sense of that statement. ]
You wish you got stuck in a closet? [ He sounds more bemused by that than anything else. ] Well, there’s still plenty of those around, it’s not too late. Although the dressing rooms in the store were a little roomier. And, ah, very easy access.
But yeah we made out without too much trouble. [ Yeah, he totally meant that slip of the tongue. ] Eiden was telling me they were having us play something called seven minutes in heaven? It was not something I’d heard of before, but not quite so different from some of the games we’d played back home when we were younger.
Ah- no, I— [excuse him, he's just going to seep through the floor now. despite how he rubs his cheek, it doesn't stem the flush of red that rises out of it. the deeper gulp of his wine he takes after is neither a good choice nor helpful in hiding his embarrassment.] That isn't what I meant... I'm not sure what made me say it like that. I just meant it would have been a little more... exciting than meeting me normally like this.
[he's also not sure he'd like to clarify it as "it would have been nice meeting you somewhere a little less... polite," either. it would be a little better if it didn't sound like he's putting himself down a little, especially since he's really not. it's just that meeting over lunch is so mundane. (never mind that he met Eiden literally when he was running errands for the church.)]
Seven minutes in heaven... I'm not surprised he recognised it, somehow. Eiden seems to be so versed in things like that. [there's a pause, a very sudden realisation that he should probably explain—] Ah. Eiden isn't from my world, either. I'm sure if we were from the same one, I would be more sure of what he called it.
[he giggles a little then, head shaking. But it does... sound like something similar to a "game" I've heard some of the older children whisper about, too. Maybe a little childish... but it could be fun. I can imagine it didn't stop there for some people, too.
[boy, can he imagine.]
I've only been in the dressing rooms briefly, at that. A leash decided to attach itself to me and pull me in there, so I... didn't really have that much thought toward looking around. [he was too busy soothing Basch's embarrassment. he does not say this. it's the strictest confidence, okay.]
[ Oh no. That blush is basically the most adorable thing he's seen the other man do in the short time he's known him. Also such dangerous knowledge to give someone like Sylvain, who counts 'flustering people' as one of his favorite hobbies.
He reaches across the table, laying his hand over the one that's not desperately clutching his wine glass, and gives it a small squeeze while winking at the man. ]
I don't know. I think this was a good way to meet. And there's no reason things couldn't always turn more "exciting" after we have our meal, if that's what you'd like. There are still plenty of collars and leashes and other inventive toys back there to be explored yet.
[ Oddly enough, Basch had been dragged to him in roughly the same manner, so he can understand. ]
[hey??? Hey?????? He's not supposed to be this much like Eiden, that's not fair—
Olivine's fluster tends to ease faster than most, and well... he's not so ashamed of just how much he wants to try anymore. It doesn't ease the blush any, but there's a notable shift in it, at least. Sylvain never implied he wasn't interested, nor that there was any reason he shouldn't offer, but the warmth of his hand and the wink capture Olivine as well as any collar and leash ever could.]
... I didn't mean that it wasn't... I'm glad we got to talk this way.
[His voice is a little softer, still as warm but with an undercurrent of interest. Olivine likes forthright and earnest people, and the redhead giving such delicious options so freely is—ah. He was doomed from the start, wasn't he. Olivine is quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully. What he wants to say (everything, let's try everything) and what he ought to say aren't ultimately so different, but he's a sucker for being clear himself. Mostly.]
... I would like that. I wouldn't know what to pick, but maybe we can find something a little more... exotic to try? Or something you've wanted to try.
[His gaze flicks away, to the warmth of their hands together on the table. Olivine has about a million shy instincts, but he does seem to lack shame. Funny, considering how this conversation started.]
Mm... after we eat, of course. And you're very kind to offer... so thank you.
[will this be the fastest he's ever eaten? No, probably not, but it sure isn't going to make him slow down about it. Rest assured that he'll also be spending basically the whole meal imagining what Sylvain will do with his newfound knowledge and power.]
[ He chuckles, because that blush doesn't fade, even if Olivine didn't fluster as much as one would expect when sporting that particular shade. Then again, Sylvain's already figuring out he's a different kind of shy than the usual. Which just makes him all the more interesting, really.
His fingers brush against the back of Olivine's hand for a moment before he withdraws it, turning his attention to serving them both from the platter of food they'd ordered. Especially now that they had dessert to look forward to, as it were. ]
I'm not sure 'kind' is the right word here, but you're welcome all the same. And we can find anything as exotic as you like. I happen to enjoy trying new things, and trust me, there's very little you could say or ask for that would shock me.
[warmth lingers on the back of Olivine's hand when Sylvain pulls back, and he can't help but laugh at the comment.]
It's kind to me. Just because you'll also get something out of it doesn't change that... I don't know what will really catch my eye until I look again, though. Even some of the things I've done before might feel different without the piercings.
[That's certainly a statement to not elaborate on. Really though, how strange. It really is starting to feel like he's changed a little... like pursuing something enjoyable for himself isn't so bad. The camaraderie isn't hurting matters any, for sure, alongside the assumption of Eiden's truth and interest. A soft hum even rises on his lips as he starts to eat, content to let his mind wander a little whenever they're not actively talking.]
[He has to remember his manners, don't speak with your mouth full. Chew and swallow, and then answer.]
I ah... have a couple, yes. [not quite coy, in spite of any potential small bites one could argue are there just to hide behind. Still, the words are spoken softly, perhaps to keep them harder to hear by prying ears.] I had pierced my nipples a few years before meeting Eiden.
[It makes a certain amount of almost sick sense, when you think about it. Nipple piercings would be easy to hide and easy to maintain... and certainly puts their interests into some more glaring focus.]
Honestly it feels almost uncomfortable not having them anymore. I'd been hoping to find something to at least fill the space, but... [but no luck yet, clearly.]
[ He and Felix may have used something in the body jewelry for very non-piercing uses but luckily hadn’t been caught at it. It had been the only place they could think to find sharp metal objects.
He pauses to take another bite before offering, ] We could look while we’re there if you like?
There is... I wonder if I could afford anything I really like.
[He's an aesthetic bitch, he deserves it. Also Sylvain, why. It's reasonable enough though, given they took basically everything from the wildcards...
To that point, Sylvain makes that offer and Olivine lets himself take it at the most base offer, given the unambiguous reason they're planning to go there in the first place.]
... I wouldn't protest, if you don't mind. Maybe you could help me pick something to try now.
[Maybe it's a matter of course to Sylvain, but Olivine would prefer to be clear. It gives an excuse for more conversation between bites.]
It doesn't hurt to look, and if we find something you like, even better.
[ He's still figuring out how the currency works here, of course, but should Olivine find something that catches his eye, Sylvain doesn't mind figuring out how to make the system work in their favor. ]
Do you want something new, or just replacing what they didn't allow you to bring with you?
[on second thought, Sylvain and Eiden meeting is probably a terrible omen. Terribly wonderful. Olivine doesn't huff, doesn't quite pout, but it's a very near thing. bully him more, Sylvain, it's very fun. his head ducks a little before he speaks again.]
I'm... not opposed to getting something new. But I'm not entirely sure where I would put it.
[he's had thoughts, especially about one particular place, but... that's more recovery than he's wanting right now.]
Well, there is your cock, but I feel like that would ruin the rest of the afternoon’s fun. You said you have your nipples pierced already so, hmm… What other places do they pierce in your world? I think mine is probably not as adventurous as some of the others represented here.
[Olivine clears his throat at that, fully aware now that he is affording Sylvain entirely too much leeway.]
T-that... even with my healing I think that would be a little dangerous, yes. As to other piercings... I'm not entirely sure. Most of the people I've met don't have many, but as far as I understand it, most anywhere with enough skin can be pierced. I read a book once about some tribes that pierce most of their faces... mm. On someone else, there would be the navel, but that won't work for me. [it doesn't occur to him that he hasn't explained that, and currently his gemstone is at least mostly covered. his eyes close in concentration, trying to remember all the things he'd read over the years, in quiet secrecy.] And... the tongue is common, too.
[common and, let's be real here, swift to heal even without assistance.]
[ There are a couple things there he’d like to question - the healing being one of them - but he just tilts his head to the side slightly in curiosity. ]
The tongue would be fun, that might be a good choice. Why not the navel, though?
Oh—it's where my gemstone is. [then and only then, it occurs to him that this fact... probably doesn't mean anything at all to Sylvain. he can't imagine Eiden went explaining the clan members when they were making out and all.] Ah. Um. Let me start again.
[Olivine laughs softly, hand moving to rest briefly over his gem.]
I'm one of the clan members of the Grand Sorcerer, who is the one in our world who balances the elemental altars. That's Eiden for us, right now. Each clan member has a gemstone that signifies their contract with the Grand Sorcerer. Mine is at my navel. It... I assume they didn't take it because it could have killed me to do so.
[it's a terrifying thought, especially now that he knows a little more from Rei.]
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[ Sylvain's eyes widen slightly at that, because that sounds like a dangerous vulnerability to have. Or to just reveal to someone. ]
So there's... different altars for different elements, in your world? [ Interesting. He ponders that a moment while taking a few more bites, before asking the obvious question. ]
[when you think about it, it's a little terrifying how many people just kind of know the gem is dangerous to remove... until you realise how much effort it actually is to do compared to literally just hurting them any other way. It's so unheard of that really, Olivine doesn't even know what the catalyst of Sylvain's eyes widening could be. There was... a lot of information there, after all.]
Mm, yes. According to our history, the crystals contained in the altars are the remnants of the God of Klein's kindness, in sending His sons to bring life to our world. Each of the territories cares for the elemental crystal that resides in its respective area, and said territory is shaped by the abundance of that element. [obviously extremely abridged history-slash-theology lesson given, he smiles at the question.]
If you mean the gemstone I bear... I don't know that it has an inherent element. [one would think it would correspond to the territory they came from, or even the color of it, but... well, clan contracts are weird, he supposes. After a moment of consideration (and a few more bites of food), he continues.] I suppose it might be more aligned with water, since I was born in the Water Territory, but... well, it's always just seemed to help me focus essence in general.
[ There’s a lot of information there but at least he gets the gist of most of it, unlike some of the other explanations he’s heard today. Some of these worlds were very strange.
Then again, he’s pretty sure if he tried to explain Fodlan to some of them, they might have the same confused reaction. Hells, he was confused by Fodlan half the time.
Still, the prominent question that stood out after that… ]
[luckily, Olivine is relatively prepared for this conversation. Eiden may have heard the basics of what essence was before they'd met, but there's a lot he's taught the man. besides, the children always have some questions about it.
this doesn't stop his laugh from being a little sheepish (again), and he smiles at Sylvain.]
Essence is, basically speaking, the energy that all living things exhibit. It exists as an ebb and flow on Klein, and manifests most of the wonders of our world. The seasons and mysteries, even natural disasters are often linked to the fluctuation of essence in the surrounding area. It's a little more complex than that, of course, but I'll save you the lecture for now. [he laughs, ducking his head and picking up another piece of food to eat.]
Mm, for clan members, though—we accumulate essence from the surrounding area naturally, and need to find ways to expend it. I'm still not entirely sure if that will stay true here... but I also don't suspect it will be a problem if it does, for me.
Ah... ultimately, we die. Too much essence is just as bad as none. First, an individual will become flushed and struggle to focus. The longer it goes, the more difficult it becomes to do anything, and eventually, as the essence fluctuates, the internal organs fail.
[Olivine clears his throat, trying his damnedest not to let his thoughts drift back to the water territory. to dragging himself out of bed, to almost—]
Oh, no. The gemstones really are just the mark of our contract with the Grand Sorcerer. They represent... [a pause, his brows furrowing. what was it Rei had said? there's so much new information that even he struggles to recall it all at once.] They represent the power that we were lent in order to fulfill our duties.
Releasing essence can be done in many ways, thankfully. In most cases, adequate rest and relaxation will be enough.
[ He catches that moment of… unease? Fear? Something else? and it has him reaching for Olivine’s hand again, giving it a slight squeeze in apology. he knows that look, all too well. ]
In most cases…?
[ Was this something that needed to be worried about here? Because none of that sounded pleasant. ]
[it's appreciated, and Olivine doesn't shy away from it—he's not sure how to explain how appreciative he is, so he just places his other hand over it, smile warming again.]
Well, we have essence grass and other herbs that can be made into teas, to help regulate it. It doesn't affect just we clan members, though it's more commonly an issue with us.
As long as we're still lucid, Eiden—the Grand Sorcerer, that is—can easily regulate our essence, given our contract. [the tinge of pink is as telling as his words.] Any sort of intimacy will do, so long as it helps us to focus. If we're not, then... evidently, the best practice is to find where our essence is most strongly concentrated and give it any way out.
[and the way he rubs the side of his neck would be an awful lot less telling if Olivine wasn't usually fairly still outside of his gestures.]
[ His eyes follow that movement with a narrowed gaze for a moment, speculating on what that means. Seeing that Olivine is sincerely uncomfortable over this - whatever this is - has him deciding to drop the topic for the time being. If he needs to, he can always ask Eiden about it later, but he doesn’t want to make this day worse than it might already be for the other man.
So he just gives another light squeeze of his hand before finishing the last bite on his place and offering the last sip of wine to Olivine. He looked as if he might need it. ]
Well. At least you’ve landed yourself in a really good place for intimacy. Just in case. Want to get out of here and see what else there is to see in this place?
[he's too kind, really. Olivine is stubborn, but perhaps he doesn't realise just how deeply this is affecting him. the guilt is something he's used to carrying, after all, even if he's not as adept at carrying it gracefully as he might think or like.
the offered wine is—well, it's not really necessary, but he doesn't turn it down. all the better to get them through the last of the meal and drink, and honestly out of the stagnant air and... relative public-ness that he's just realised they are, technically, in. ... .... ........
at least most of what he said was already well-known or unimportant information. oof. taking the last sip of the wine with a modicum of grace, Olivine sets the glass down and squeezes Sylvain's hand in turn.]
I suppose I really have. And I've met no shortage of good people thus far. [Sylvain included, naturally! he finally pulls his hand free, shifting to push his seat back.] I would like that. Though, curiosity aside, I'm more interested in just spending some time with you.
[ Sylvain's gaze is bemused as he pushes to his feet and then holds out a hand to Olivine in invitation. Their tab is paid with one of his vouchers - and he'll ignore any objections to the contrary before tugging Olivine out of the restaurant and into the halls outside the casino. ]
So. Piercings, hmm? Have you decided what you might want yet?
[but he's still gonna say it like that, taking the proffered hand and joining Sylvain in standing. It's the first he's had a chance to really look over the taller man, and there really is just something so... breathtaking about him. They're similarly broad, too—not a significant surprise when the other had kind of implied being some kind of soldier.
Olivine doesn't protest too much when the other wants to pay, already just planning to pay him back another time for it (or, y'know, later tonight maybe); it's a relief to be out of the restaurant and into the halls.]
Mm, I haven't settled. [Olivine inhales a deep breath of the slightly fresher air, shaking his head.] I'm leaning toward the tongue though, unless something really catches our eye.
[ Sylvain lets mischief and humor brighten amber eyes as he casts Olivine a wink and tugs him down the hall in the direction of the shopping district. ]
Well, that will certainly add a fun and interesting aspect to certain activities in this place...
[There's just that soft noise as Sylvain tugs him along, a soft smile drawing over Olivine's face at just how he acts. Only a stumble or two will happen unless it's really intended, as Olivine catches up to each stride.]
It's not an unpleasant side effect, though I do hope my healing works properly. I'm not sure I'd want to wait too long before trying new things...
[ Sylvain holds up a hand for a moment, checking in on what he can feel of his magic, because he’s in an entirely different world now and he has no idea if the rules are the same here or not. Still, if he can use some of what he knows it might still be useful. ]
I can try and help, if yours isn’t working properly. Granted, I’m not sure what Faith magic I know will work correctly here either, but I can try?
It will be good to get an idea of what we can do here, at least. I didn't realise you also have healing abilities.
[He's not used to being around other healers at all, except maybe a few of the other priests... so forgive him if he's practically sparkling as they walk.]
Very very very basic. [ Sylvain lifts his hands with a laugh as Olivine turns and practically sparkles at him. ]
It’s not something I really trained in or studied, but I helped out in the healers’ tents after a battle or two and some of it was emergency triage on the battlefield. I basically know just enough to keep you alive until the actual healers show up. Which should still apply to a piercing, I suppose. I’ve just never had to test that before.
[ Most of what he knows had been from helping Mercedes or Annette when they were about to drop. Or when Felix got an unfortunate hole in him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Or when he got one in himself. ]
Nonetheless, that sounds impressive. Learning to heal with magic is a long and arduous process, for us. I can't imagine just... picking it up. Medical care, certainly, but actual magic...? Even under your circumstances there, it speaks to your resourcefulness and acuity.
[fascinating. Olivine does duck his head just softly at the piercing comment, really trying not to be too excited for it. Between just... meeting sometime he finds so interesting and the prospect, it really is such a comically short walk (even if it's not, physically).]
I just have really smart friends who were patient enough to let me tag along when they needed an extra set of hands.
[ Sylvain just shrugs, dismissing the praise out of habit, because the tendency to downplay any of his better traits is so ingrained in him he often does it without even thinking. Not unless it had to do with the face he showed the world. And that kind of knowledge and cleverness? Never did him any favors.
But they reach the store and head inside, Sylvain leading the way to the department that held all the piercings and other body jewelry. He’d eyed a few of them himself with interest earlier, but wasn’t quite ready to be that adventurous just yet. Olivine, however…
Sylvain gestures to the displays in front of him with a sideways glance and a grin. ]
Alright, now I’m officially out of my element. Where would you like to start?
[Really, it's not the first he's heard someone downplay their abilities like this—but it still makes him want to reach up and punch Sylvain's cheek for it. He resists, thankfully.]
Your really smart friends aren't the ones who learned it, though. [He can't help but laugh in the face of it.] No matter how much you downplay it.
[but he's not scolding, the words soft and warm. Sylvain doesn't have to say the words for Olivine to be able to be impressed, after all.
When they reach the store, the displays of jewelry is certainly... eye-catching. His gaze wanders over it briefly, lips pursed in a soft o.]
Well... it'll need to be something a little thicker to avoid the risk of the tongue healing over it... [He murmurs it thoughtfully, fingers tracing over one covered section. ] I tend to gravitate toward blues and blue-greens, but I don't see anything yet. Does anything catch your eye?
[Is he curious what Sylvain thinks would look good on him? Maybe. Despite himself, Olivine has always had the desire to show off for the right partner.]
[ Actually his friends were the ones who studied and learned it - some of them dedicating years of their life to mastering the healing arts and their Faith skills. He, at best, just copied some of the basics he’d seen them do over and over again. But it seemed a silly point to argue, so he lets it drop, since they had all this to focus on now.
Olivine’s preference for color gets a chuckle from him, because that’s an amusing bit of irony, isn’t it? ]
Then let’s find you something suitable in some shade of blue, shall we?
[ It takes a little bit of hunting to find the kind of piercings they need, but the store really does have a selection of everything and anything imaginable. They’re both browsing through the options when a glint of blue - although it was truly more teal in shade - catches his eye. It’s a deceptively simple stud, but there are faint ridges on the surface, soft enough not to irritate but enough to give it some texture.
He taps the glass above it to dra Olivine’s attention. ]
[It would have been a silly thing, yes—mostly because Olivine hadn't been diminishing that, but simply bringing up the fact that his friends literally couldn't just force his body to apply the principles as needed... well, in any case, there really is just... so much to focus on.
He does glance at Sylvain when he chuckles, wondering what was funny about what he'd said, but he doesn't ask.]
It doesn't have to be, either. That's just what gems I usually gravitated to when I wanted to make something for myself.
[He's not protesting at all, just giving a caveat for the... probably unlikely chance that they'll find nothing at all.
Very unlikely, it turns out, though they have to go through a truly dizzying array of pieces in all sorts of shapes and sizes to find them. Olivine is, as usual, not hard to read—even if these aren't perfect, the utter curiosity and fascination on his face is plain. And then Sylvain taps the glass and draws his attention over, gaze falling on the soft teal in its cute little stud.]
... you have a good eye for this.
[Olivine almost laughs—of course he may have just caught to the first hint of blue, but even so, it's a pretty exquisite choice. (Can they afford it?? Well... probably, at the very least between them.) Little ridges are only just visible around the edges, and he has to wonder if Sylvain even noticed them before. Not unlikely, he decides, given his earlier comment about it being a little extra fun in some situations.]
I like it. I think I can afford it, too...
[He really doesn't intend to have Sylvain pay for this, of all things.]
They seemed pretty accommodating earlier when I was looking for clothes. I think they know that all of us that showed up today had to find things we’d need.
[ A piercing might not qualify for that, technically, but it certainly fit in with the rest of the rules of their so-called game. ]
There's hope, then... though I don't know if they'll think these essential.
[then again, they are wildcards and a little loss for some bigger gains later might just be enough. his gaze drifts to the cases again, exhaling a soft hum.]
Nothing permanent, but I did get some ideas for later. I think I'll probably take these— [they tap one of the nearby cases, containing a pair of simple, silver nipple studs.] just to keep those from closing on me.
[not that he would mind re-piercing them (or having them re-pierced), but it seems pointless when they went all this way to specifically choose something new.]
Sounds like a good idea. Did you want to try for a new piercing too, or come back another day to try that?
[ He’s already glancing around to wave down a nearby sales person so they can get the silver studs out at least, intent on making sure Olivine has what he needs. Whatever that ends up being. ]
We may as well try. The worst they can do is say no, isn't it? Besides, you're the one who brought the thought to mind, so...
[so, he implies, he would like to do that. not that they couldn't do it later, but not even asking feels like giving up. he can admit it's... weird, if a little refreshing, not to have to convince people to take money from him, though.]
[ Welcome to the real world, Olivine, it sorta sucks. Says the person who’s never had money problems in his life either, if for wildly different reasons.
Still, Sylvain just winks at him. ] Then let’s see what we can get away with then, shall we?
[ Which just prompts him to turn on the charm, and maybe more than a little flirtatious bartering. It helps that the salesgirl is eyeing Olivine with stars in her eyes from the start, so talking her into doing them a favor (and also maybe getting her hands on him, however briefly) seems to be very convincing.
It costs two of their clothing vouchers, but they manage to get a deal for the pair of nipple studs and a tongue piercing with the pretty blue stud they’d seen in the display.
Sylvain doesn’t look all that repentant over any of it, either, as he gives Olivine a playful shove towards the back room so the girl can give him his new piercing. ]
[it sorta sucks, but honestly he hasn't hit the point of understanding it yet. it's still novel and kind of exciting.]
We shouldn't need to—
[barter that much. Sylvain is a wonder to watch, though, charming and flirtatious in a way that he's at once glad and disappointed he hadn't gotten to see before now. of course, given the point of said charm, that's for the better and he does understand that.
it's all a bit of a whirlwind of conversation, for someone who isn't used to bartering in the first place. seemingly out of nowhere, they're handing over the clothing vouchers and the salesgirl is already prepared to head back into the back room. the little jolt from the shove brings him back to the task at hand, at least, and he gives a somewhat... bewildered smile to Sylvain.]
It's just a piercing... but thank you.
[if there was ever a moment to realise that maybe Olivine is not exactly into women, it's probably that one. he doesn't even seem to think past it, just slipping into the back room to get this all... well, done.
what goes on there will forever be a mystery, probably. some conversation happens, just barely audible, and in the end, Olivine isn't much worse for wear when he escapes. a little disheveled, his shirt a little askew, maybe even a little swelling on his lip, but overall? just fine. the salesgirl seems at least mostly satisfied, and leaves the two to themselves now.]
Mm. Sorry for the wait.
[ah, there it is; the inevitable lisp. even if his tongue wasn't swollen, the sudden shift of talking with a rigid bar in your mouth is notably not so easy to just... overcome, especially when it clicks against teeth. he'll have to speak a little more slowly, he thinks, to mitigate it more.]
[ Sylvain's just casually leaning against one of the counters when Olivine comes back out. His gaze flits over him assessingly, although he doesn't make a comment on anything he sees. Just gives him a warm smile and then winks at the salesgirl as he lifts a hand in a wave and calls back a thanks.
Before tugging Olivine away from the jewelry department once more. And if they end up vaguely heading back in the direction of the dressing rooms... well, that's the part of the store he's most familiar with right now, don't judge him. ]
[honestly, he's glad Sylvain doesn't say anything. it was an awkward moment, in truth, but he made it through.
he does manage to thank the lady as he's tugged away from the department, keeping up a little better than his first stumbling step outside, fingers curled warmly against the other's hand. does he like being dragged around? yes, shut up. and it's fine, the dressing rooms are convenient anyway.]
There's a little ache, I haven't tried healing it just yet, since I didn't want anything bad to happen if it doesn't work. It's not as painful as my nipples were, and honestly... I kind of like when it hurts.
[he's not sure if it's some lingering effect, or just... the instinct to be clear on what he likes, what makes him mention it. for how he looks and acts, Olivine really is a bit of a freak.]
[ Sylvain just chuckles and gives his hand a squeeze, turning down the aisle and quickly finding the nearest empty dressing room. Tugging the other man inside, he kicks the door shut behind them before turning and backing Olivine against the door.
His eyes are both darkly intent and amused as he slides his thumb against the other man's lip. He hasn't missed that Olivine also likes being dragged. Manhandled in general, maybe? He's learning as he goes here. But his thumb pulls at the man's lip slightly in silent request before he voices it aloud. ]
[It's just a short jaunt to the dressing room, but Olivine can feel the soft heat of anticipation coiling in his senses. He's not entirely sure what to expect after all, nor sure of what he hopes either.
His back hits the door and Olivine exhales a pleasant little noise, a shiver sliding down his spine. Sylvain almost looms there over him, and his eyes are just so... something. Hungry, amused. The priest can't fathom the words, not when a thumb teases his lip and his lashes flutter in response.
The redhead could have done any number of things to see it, but there's something sweet in the simplicity. He's given a nod in response, Olivine's lashes drooping as his lips part.
The piercing is quite delicately placed, or will be when it all heals. Right now, there's a notable shift from the tip backward, a smattering of angry flesh and the telltale dark ring of angry flesh around the base of the stud. The blood has largely stopped already, though there's still a little bead of it that drips down when his tongue extends past those lips. The blue of it is ever so slightly tinged, but it still stands out sharply against pink and red.]
[ He slides his thumb back and forth against Olivine's lower lip as he parts them and he takes in the sight. He's only seen a pierced tongue a few times - it's not something most consider in Fodlan as even a possibility. But then again, people are still pretty repressed in his home world, with a few notable exceptions.
Although the fact that it's still bleeding does have him a little worried about what they could do here. Sylvain doesn't mind a little pain every now and then, but probably nowhere near the extent Olivine might. ]
I think you made a good choice. But I think, if we're going to try that out at all, you should try and heal it just a little. Or would you like me to try?
[It's actually less the issue of pain on his mind and more... well, infection mostly, but he hadn't had any interest in slowing Sylvain down over it. Really, there was no way a fresh piercing should be used on the same day without healing, was there.]
Go ahead and try. I can still feel essence, so I should be fine if yours doesn't work.
[It takes more effort than he'd like to admit, standing here and not getting lost in thought. Not yet, just a little longer and then they can do something more.]
[ Sylvain arches an eyebrow at the permission, because he'd been expecting Olivine to try first. Then again, he might be a little too used to people not taking his offers seriously, for that matter.
But now he just takes a deep breath and focuses, reaching for the Faith magic that had become more and more necessary as Faerghus descended into war and he and Felix had been forced to give up more and more ground just to keep their people safe.
At least this is for a far easier purpose.
The basic Heal spell rolls through the other man like a warm, tingling wave. Sylvain knows what he's targeting, of course, but the spell might not be so particular in aiming for just that, washing through the other man from head to toe in the process. ]
[Olivine only gives him a reassuring smile at that arched brow. It's warm and raw, a reminder that he's more than willing to extend that trust.
And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
[ There might be a lingering concern in Sylvain’s gaze, because he hadn’t actually been sure his magic would even work here. Or if it did, it would still work as intended. But he can feel the way Olivine relaxes against him a moment later and takes that as a positive sign even before he gets the verbal confirmation.
His fingers stroke back the man’s jaw as he watches him react, likely testing for himself the changes. He’s still pressed against him, having crowded him in against the door and then practically pinned him in place, and he still makes no effort to move away. ]
[eyes close for a moment as Sylvain's fingers stroke his jaw, reveling in all of it. He's close, warm, gentle (though heaven knows Olivine could stand to see the end of that, soon enough), and it's enough to really help settle into... well, the rest of what they'd implied none too long ago.]
No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]
[ He chuckles at that, letting his hand slide the rest of the way back Olivine’s jaw. But he doesn’t stop there, letting his fingers thread in the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in a grip there before he tugs Olivine’s head forward and leans in to capture his lips in a rough kiss.
There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]
[the intention of it is palpable. Sylvain tugs his head forward and captures his lips, and there's a plain shiver that slides down his spine, trapped between the two of them.
it's nothing slow, questioning. the tease of his tongue isn't forcing, though it does seem demanding—and of course, Olivine needs no more than that. lips part to let that warm tongue slip against his own, fingers twitching and tensing at the brand new sensation from the piercing. oh, it was a good idea, he thinks, as he follows Sylvain's lead with warm enthusiasm.
too good, really, and there's a certain greed in the way the priest shifts to meet every inward press, hips rising to close more of the miniscule space between them. fingers lose their grip, find it again, this time with a little more purchase over shoulders to keep the redhead close.]
[ Sylvain’s not intending to give him much space anyway, not with how he’s got him pinned in place with his own body. Which he uses to his advantage as he slides a hip in against the man’s groin, offering friction even as he plunders the man’s mouth greedily.
The new piercing certainly adds an interesting aspect to the kiss and Sylvain can’t help but play with it with his own tongue as he deepens the kiss. He’s careful at first, wanting to make sure the healing had been thorough, but once he’s sure of that, the kiss turns hungry and demanding once more. Less interested in testing the piercing and more interested in testing everything else that is new and waiting to be discovered in the man he has pinned to the door. ]
[Olivine jolts at the press of that hip, cheeks reddening even as his own hips lean into the touch, warm and insistent.
It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]
[ They've got time to figure that part out but that shuddery gasp of his name has hip nipping at Olivine's lower lip before pulling back from the kiss slightly. Just enough to let them both catch their breath for a moment. ]
Mmm. Looks like it healed quite nicely indeed. I suppose the next question should be if you wanted to try it out more or if you wanted to try something else?
[ There's a hint of dark mischief glinting in his gaze as his lips curve. One hand reaches down to stroke fingers over where he knows the other man's cock is tucked away behind his clothes. ]
[greed wracks through him with every touch, every movement. Sylvain pulls back and Olivine has to resist the urge to follow those sweet lips.]
... you drive a... hard bargain... nngh. [what does he want, in the end? The answer is yes. Struggling with reason, his hips follow that hand, cock throbbing plainly beneath fabric.] mmm... I want to taste you, but... I want to feel more, too. Nn...
[He's losing himself, as he so often does, clinging to the barest flicker of sense in the depravity. Reason flickers in and out of view as long fingers quicken their pace, nails pressing in against Sylvain's stomach and sliding down to his cock in turn.]
Just... don't be gentle with me. Please.
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[ Not gentle. Right. He can probably handle that. He's pretty sure he can pick up on enough cues as they go to know what Olivine needs, even if he rarely indulges in these sorts of games without setting some boundaries first. Winging it, it is, then.
One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.
[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]
Sylvain just gives a throaty chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the needy sound that had gotten him. He can even feel the way he reacts as the man's body jolts faintly in response to the sharpness, his fingers teasing again through the man's clothing, but only for a stroke or two. Not wanting to push him too far, too fast. ]
Maybe I should have you apologize, then. It would give you an excuse to try out that piercing at the same time.
[ He releases his grip on the man's wrist, only to latch once more at the nape of his neck instead. Giving a not-so-subtle nudge downwards. ] That is, if you think you can behave yourself long enough.
[It's reasonable to be careful, guessing at limitations Sylvain has no way of knowing. Convenient too—the act of taking his time is just adjacent to carefully withholding action, after all. Fingers stroke again, briefly, and it stokes the steadily rising essence coursing through him, roiling as everything stops again.]
Mm... I'd like to apologise...
[fingers latch on to his neck and drag a shudder down his spine, but he'll be good. Obedient. Sinking down to his knees in the minimal space between them, Olivine has to press his thighs together as the scent of Sylvain's arousal hits him. It really would be too easy to lean forward and just—]
... I'll try to behave. [His tongue slides across faintly swollen lips and he looks up, eyes dark in the space.] What happens if I fail~?
[ A flicker of amusement flashes in a golden amber gaze as he watches Olivine sink to his knees, but all he says is, ]
Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?
[He's definitely not far off; Eiden usually leans into it so hard that Olivine doesn't have to misbehave, but when faced with something like this? The priest can't say he'd be able to stop himself, just to see what Sylvain did, the face he would make.]
Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]
[ There's no chiding for Olivine resting his hands on Sylvain's hips - he'd only told him he couldn't touch his cock with anything but his mouth, after all. In fact, he smiles as the other man leans into it, fingers carding through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp before gripping once more.
He might have replied to that statement but Olivine moves in to tease him with lips and tongue. And piercing, definitely the piercing, and Sylvain's breath hisses out softly at the cool feeling of metal sliding against sensitive skin. Eyes go half-lidded and dark as he watches, but he can't keep his cock from jerking at the stimulation, hips leaning into it as he seeks more. ]
[like this, there's no way for Olivine to hide the shiver that runs through him when fingers return to his hair, lashes fluttering at the scrape of nails, the tug of soft strands. It's pleasant, a little warning or a guide or any number of other possibilities in the moment.
But Olivine is intentional with his movements, to say the least. Sylvain reacts sweetly to his teasing and it makes Olivine want to go wilder still, to see how long it takes before he gives up the semblance of control in pleasure. It's a devious thought, really; for now though, he has an apology to make. That breathy exhale pulls the twitch of a smile to Olivine's lips, and he can't help himself—carefully, the priest drags his tongue (and the piercing—okay mostly the piercing) over his slit. The sensation is totally different for him too, metal bar sliding against his tongue, and he struggles not to whine in the midst of it.]
Is it... what you hoped for?
[Olivine is good at that, too. His words are a soft, needy rumble, slightly muted by the stretch of his mouth sliding over Sylvain's cock. Impatience tugs at him to go faster, deeper—he gives in to it partly, in spite of the dedication he's taking to drag and catch the new piercing over every inch of skin it can reach.]
[ Sylvain's thoughts are going to quickly derail into a repetitive string of cursing at this point - which is impressive, considering how the man prides himself on his control normally.
But he's gazing down the line of his body watching Olivine lean into his 'apology' teasing his cock with lips and tongue and that damned piercing, which feels far better than what even he imagined it would feel like.
Or maybe it's just that Olivine is very knowledgeable in how best to use that mouth of his.
Or both. Both is also good. ]
Better, I think. I didn't... really have context. For what it would feel like.
[ His voice is a little strained as his fingers flex in Olivine's head, another breathless groan slipping free from his lips as the man teases every inch of him he can currently reach with his mouth.
[Olivine's response is a thready hum, which likely isn't going to help matters any. if nothing else, he's immensely pleased with his actions, his abilities—and more still with the way Sylvain tastes and feels in his mouth.
he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]
[ Sylvain has tried some toys before - Fodlan isn’t that backwards - but probably nowhere near as many as what other people are familiar with. Especially those from worlds where such things are more commonly accepted and not still kept hushed behind closed doors as if it were taboo and something to be ashamed of. Not that Sylvain had ever been one of those. He’d probably experimented more than most in his world, so at the very least he was fairly well prepared for some of the discoveries in this place.
But the promise of trying more gets a quick grin from him as he nudges himself into Olivine’s mouth a little deeper. Feels the tip of his cock nudge against the back of the man’s throat again. ]
I’m not likely to object to that. Gonna show me all the things I’ve been missing out on, are you?
[really, Olivine and Sylvain are much the same in that—there's an irony in the shame of experimentation for him, specifically, when he can have confessions and listen to a guy talk about the schoolgirl and teacher outfits he bought for his boyfriend. it'd clearly been more hush-hush for the priest, at least until Eiden's intervention, but it's significant nonetheless.
in any case, Sylvain nudges forward and Olivine moans almost helplessly in response, throat shifting and squeezing with each little swallow he makes. he can't answer aloud like this, but his eyes practically sparkle when his gaze tips up to watch Sylvain, up past the trail of hair and the swell of muscle beneath his shirt.
he will absolutely explore everything the redhead has missed out on, that much is clear. thumbs rub against his thigh and Olivine takes in a deep breath when he can, before pressing himself forward to slide every inch of cock in that he can manage. his tongue continues its teasing, tapered tip leading the way only for the stud to graze along his shaft, waiting out for the pleasant dizziness that comes from deepthroating.]
[ The soft hiss comes again when he feels Olivine’s throat working around him. His eyes slide shut and a shudder slides through him at the intensity of the stimulation. An intensity only compounded by the slide of still-cool metal against his length as Olivine teases him with his tongue.
He braces a hand on the wall over the other man’s head, steadying himself as he groans breathlessly and resists the urge to fuck himself deeper. Not wanting to hurt the man beneath him but not sure what his limits are yet either. ]
[oh, he likes that. selfishly, deeply so, he'd like to hear it over and over. for a moment he nearly forgets that this is supposed to be his apology for his actions. it doesn't help that Sylvain is pretty clearly holding himself back.
so, when his head feels a little staticky and his senses a little sharper, Olivine pulls back again, all the way, to tease his tip with tongue and metal alike, dutifully lapping up any liquid beading at the tip.]
It's because you react so nicely... hehe.
[maybe, somewhere under all of it, there's something a little devilish in him. Sylvain hasn't earned the same amount of bullying that Eiden has yet, but he looks so good it's hard not to give in to the instinct a little. his voice is raspy and thin from effort, lips pressing to his tip in a fond little kiss. it's such a far cry from his normal state, but he doesn't care. if anything, he's glad that Sylvain has brought this side of him out already.]
But I can still take more... if you're not pleased with my apology yet. [so very innocently, his mouth wraps around just the tip of the redhead's dick, relentless now in teasing the slit, the underside, anywhere he can find that's particularly sensitive.]
[ His groan is more strained this time as Olivine turns his attention to driving him mad, apparently.
His fingers tighten in the man’s hair a moment later as he holds Olivine’s head still, staring down at him with eyes blown dark with lust and hunger. And then he starts pressing in with deliberate slowness. Easing an inch at a time. ]
[Stop being cute if you don't want to be driven mad, Sylvain.
fingers tighten in his hair, hold him steady, and then—ah. his nails dig into Sylvain's skin at the look in his eyes, excitement in his own need-dulled gaze. the first inch presses in and he can see how this is going to go, hips shifting beneath him in the abrupt thrum of impatience. how much can he take? ah, if Sylvain only knew.
it's difficult to respond properly like this, but Olivine does his level best.]
Haah... mmn... as much as... you can give... greedy...
[he's greedy, he means. oh well, he can't be expected to talk properly with his mouth full, can he? it's rude.]
[ He doesn’t know how. In fact, he doesn’t even realize he was being cute in the first place. ]
Greedy, huh?
[ That smile lingers in Sylvain’s voice as he presses deeper, and then deeper again. Nudging against the back of Olivine’s throat and resting there for a moment. Seeing how he handled that. Not fully choking off his airway, but just shy of it. Waiting to see if that’s the limit or if Olivine wanted him to go further still. ]
I can work with that. Still want more, my pretty priest?
[it's a rough affirmative, Olivine's weight shifting as Sylvain presses deeper in. so close, but so far, and really—he probably shouldn't be surprised by the response. the priest's tongue shifts against his length, wanting desperately to press himself forward and into the faint ache. his guess is that the redhead is testing the waters without knowing Olivine's limits, but God, it's driving him as mad as if it were deliberate teasing.
he'll have to take his answer in the way his tongue drags along his cock, the sway of impatient hips and the hazy want in his eyes.]
[ Hey, he can test his limits and deliberately tease.
But that muffled sound combined with the slide of metal along the underside of the shaft is answer enough. His eyes, dark and hazed with his own hunger, remain locked on Olivine's face, on the way those plush lips wrap around his cock as he rocks in deeper into that delicious wet heat.
Watching for even the subtlest flicker or change in his expression, Sylvain pushes deeper, feeling the way Olivine’s throat works around him, trying to accommodate him. It drags a strained moan from his own lips at the feel of it, his breathing coming a little more ragged now as he struggles with his own control, even as he presses deeper into the man’s throat. Trying to keep watch for where it becomes too much. ]
[touche. Olivine is just giving him the benefit of the doubt, especially given how he'd started by asking how much he could take, really.
Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]
[ He notices it, but he knows how this can feel, knows how a body reacts, no matter your wants. Still, he withdraws to let him take a breath before pushing back deep once more. The hand not gripping in Olivine’s hair comes to cradle against his cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin there as he holds him at just the right angle and eases in and out of the man’s throat. Fucking him until Olivine’s lips rest right around the base of his cock, taking every last inch of him. ]
Good boy. [ He murmurs the words softly, rocking his hips, giving Olivine another moment of air before filling him again. Finding a pattern in it, and then purposefully changing the rhythm once he does. Leaving nothing Olivine will be able to predict. ] That’s it. Take all of me. Let me feel your throat work around me. You’re so good at this. You love it, don’t you? Is it the feeling of being used? Being pushed past your boundaries? Surrendering to it?
[ He doesn’t expect an answer - not with his cock as deep as it is, but his voice is a low husky rasp to fill the quiet otherwise. A purred tease to drag Olivine deeper with him, even as his cock twitches in warning. He’s close, but he’s still holding it back. Almost. A few moments longer. ]
[His breath is heavy and sharp when Sylvain pulls back, caught in deep cycles that certainly don't suggest inexperience. Lashes flutter and he can feel the slightest lean into the hand on his cheek, the agonizing press of his cock when it slides home. Every last inch feels like sweet agony, a choked whine reverberating against it at the praise. good boy.
The grip of his fingers loosens a little as Sylvain finds his pattern, pulls back enough to breathe. Shifts, and pulls Olivine right back to the waiting again. The priest's cheeks burn in the wake of it, the reality spoken in sweet vulgarity. It crashes into the pool of desire he's already nearly lost himself to, and every soft noise, every hitch of breath, becomes an answer.
Neglected, his cock aches between his thighs, hard and wet against the fabric still containing it. He wants—he wants to hear more of that rasp. Wants to see his face when he comes, buried balls deep in his mouth. Of course he's right, he can't respond. Use him more, harder. Push him to the edge, over the edge, again and again until nothing of him remains but for the desperate, broken and impatient core of greed and depravity.
His head tilts, enough that he can just see past tears and lashes and hazy arousal. Give me, a plea left on bated breath. Give me, the squeeze of his throat with each swallow and whine. Hurry, the shake of hips and pure desperation in his gaze. He can't wait much longer, but by the brief fits and starts of his fingers, lifting off of Sylvain's thighs, forcibly pressed back down. Ah, his cock aches so badly. If he could just reach down, just—]
[ Hand still braced on the wall for balance, Sylvain curves over where Olivine kneels, letting the angle shift slightly as he presses back in once more, sinking back into the tight squeeze of his throat. His lips murmur against the top of the priest’s head as he feels him shudder, tremble, feels the need all but aching in him as Sylvain gives him this - and only this. ]
How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]
[Sylvain curls over him and it's another sweet little change. His pierced tongue finds its impatient pressure here and there, but for the most part this is the redhead's show now. He's left burning for every thrust, hanging on every word, hair shifting under the ghost of breath atop his head. How deeply satisfying it is, hearing Sylvain rasp taunting little words, feeling the indescribable sensation of each thrust into his waiting throat.
How badly? Leaking—yes, most certainly more than Sylvain might realise. Ah, but the praise. It washes over him with the same satisfaction as the admittance of his impending orgasm. He's close, he'll give it to him, because he's a good boy.
A moment of tension then, just before the blast of heat that pours down his throat. Olivine's moan reverberates against Sylvain's cock between swallows, throat shifting, squeezing, coaxing every drop he can get out of the other man. He's certainly not in any hurry to stop. It's a little hard to breathe, sure, but he wants to taste him.
That can't happen until Sylvain pulls back, Olivine's hips jolting as the tip slips free of his throat. Another swallow or two to relax his throat, and even once his cock is pulled free of the green haired man's mouth his tongue remains lolled out, wet and lazy, with just a strand of saliva (or is it spend? It's hard to tell) stretched thinly between the two. The remaining tears still shimmering in his eyes are blinked back, more or less.]
Ah... haah... mmn...
[There's almost a little laughter in the deep, breathy sounds he makes, tongue finally slithering into action in the effort of cleaning up some of the saliva and pre that had dripped from his lips. When he manages words, they may as well be a purr.]
[ Sylvain needs a moment to catch his breath. And to string more than two thoughts together.
But then he gives a choked snicker. One that turns into a giggle. And then a full-throated laugh. The fingers tangled in Olivine's hair tug his head back so Sylvain can bend down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. ]
Pretty sure we actually just skipped straight to dessert.
[There's just something about the way Sylvain reacts that makes Olivine feel so... warmly comfortable. It's familiar, not unlike his other friends, and really, he might have had something to say if not for the tug at his hair, soft yelp muted in the redhead's lips. He can't help but finally laugh in turn when the other speaks.]
Well, if that's the case, I still haven't spoiled my appetite...
[His whole body still heaves softly, a soft laugh in his lips. Finally, hands slip fully back from Sylvain's thighs, peering up from between long lashes.]
My apology is accepted, then? [There's that giggle again, Olivine pressing up just to brush his lips.] I don't know how much longer I can behave, Sylvain.
[He has zero right drawing out the other's name like he does, but he does it anyway.]
I'm impressed you behaved this long, to be honest.
[ He's teasing as he bends to capture those lips in a deep kiss, hands cupping to either side of his jaw before he goes down on one knee before him, to easier reach him. ]
I'll accept your apology this time. And I suppose I could even reward you for being so good for me in the process. What would you like, Olivine?
[ Sylvain lets his hands be guided down to the man’s chest as he watches him with an intent gaze. Although once there, he seeks out the feel of the man’s piercings, playing with them with a knowing touch, working the nipples into pebbled little nubs as he tugs and twists and worries them into sensitivity.
But as he does so, he also bends in to trail kisses down the line of Olivine’s throat, worrying redness occasionally into the skin beneath his lips. ]
And what makes you think being filled is too much of a reward, hmm?
[Olivine struggles to keep his sounds even a little quiet, hips raised and twitching when deft fingers touch and twist. His nipples really are so sensitive, even in spite of (or maybe because of) the piercings. Gently throbbing from the stimulation, but his mouth trails over Olivine's throat, following his quickened pulse.]
I— [fingers find Sylvain's hair, tangling gently there it must be such an awkward angle, and yet he doesn't even hesitate.] nngh... it's so—greedy, isn't it? For a reward after only just... haah... misbehaving...
Of course, if it's what you want... I already want it...
[It's certainly what he wants. Touching alone isn't enough, not to make him come (it's close though) or to alleviate any sense of urgency at all. Quite the opposite, in fact: it seems only to be working Olivine up, his cock rock hard and twitching with every movement.]
[ He doesn’t want Olivine to be quiet, to stifle any of those delicious sounds. Even if they are only in the dressing room.
Which is why he smiles and continues to tease and stimulate, enjoying the way the man arched into the touch, or shuddered beneath his hands. He could see how hard he was from here, too, and wanted to play with that just as much, but he suspected Olivine wouldn’t last long if he did. ]
Look at it this way, then. I’m rewarding myself by getting to sink into your ass and feel you come undone around me while I fuck you even deeper than I did your mouth. Better?
[oh, it makes him breathless just to think about it. every arch and shudder only brings him closer to ruin, and it's true—he wouldn't last long if Sylvain played with his cock now. it wouldn't matter, either, but the redhead hardly knows that.]
Yes. [god, yes.] I want to... nngh! I want to feel you, so deep inside my ass. Please, take all of me. Sylvain...
[long fingers curl in his hair still, not tugging quite so sharply as he himself likes, but not gentle either. impatience is winning out, and the fact that they're still technically in public has completely gone out of his head, so much the better. they have plenty of room to maneuver, after all—Olivine's tongue slides over his lips as he considers just which one Sylvain has in store. his nipples are aching now, pleasant and demanding, leaving even the skin around them red with want.]
[ He lets his teeth rake across Olivine’s throat and gives one last playful tug on his nipples before straightening and pulling back. Glancing around the dressing room for something he can work with, he spots the long bench set over in front of the mirror and his lips curve into a grin.
Yes, that should work nicely. ]
Get up and strip for me, Olivine. I want you naked, and then I want you to go bend over that bench. End to end, so you’re stretched out over the length of it. And facing the mirror. [ He adds that last part with a wink, already straightening to unbutton his own shirt and start stripping it off. ]
[Olivine can hardly help the noise he makes at the rake of teeth, let alone the final tug on his nipples. there's just something so intoxicating about someone who doesn't even hesitate to do what he asks, who is happy to slip a little further to test what he likes. the priest is surely blessed, here.
his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]
While Olivine had been getting himself situated, he'd been shedding his shirt, unbuttoning and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. So that when he steps over behind Olivine, appearing in the mirror's reflection, he's only in the tight breeches still, cock still hanging out from when it had been in Olivine's mouth.
And, oddly enough, still very much hard. Sylvain's chalking it up to something about this place or some sort of weird magic, but he's not complaining about it at the moment. Not when his dark gaze is drinking in the sight spread out on display for him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word in a low rasp as he lets his fingers trail down the line of Olivine's spine. And then, without warning, he drops down to one knee behind him, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he delves in to swipe his tongue up the curve of Olivine ass, tasting the slick already wetting the skin there. Just as it had for Eiden, he notes, and thinks again that's the most convenient quirk he could think of, especially in instances like this.
Had he forgotten to mention he has a bit of an oral fetish himself? ]
[green eyes watch Sylvain as he moves, the mirror a wonderful convenience. Shirt removed, the redhead is beautiful, masculine, confident.
And hard, notably. It's impressive, especially after the priest had just taken on a full load of come. His cheeks heat up as the other looks him over, all warm and trembling with his heightening need.]
I'm glad you—nngh! Haah... ah...
[His brows furrow as Sylvain's hands spread his cheeks, hips kept from squirming too much even when his tongue slides over wet skin, hole twitching at the soft flick of tongue against it. His head dips down for a moment, sight turning hazy again.]
Fuck... ah... Sylvain... please.
[His voice is a sigh, pleasant and warm but not quite begging yet. He's close to it, pretty sure that letting Sylvain play like this is going to at least drive him a little crazy. What a sweet feeling.]
[ Sylvain is great at driving people crazy. In all manner of speaking. It might even be his superpower.
For now, though, his hands grip Olivine’s hips firmly, holding him still for him as he bent eagerly to his task, his tongue teasing and tasting before pressing inside. He hadn’t gotten to do this with Eiden and he could admit he was a little curious. Humming in pleasure, he torments that twitching hole with an eager tongue, adding fingers after a moment to stretch him open when his tongue couldn’t reach far enough. ]
[hands hold him still and Olivine is grateful for it. He's bad at keeping steady on a good day, but right now? Right now, he's absolutely out of his head. The priest's head dips as he's left trembling, tongue sliding into his waiting, willing hole.
His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
[ He’s pushed almost to the knuckle now, but he withdraws just enough to add a third finger to the stretch, smirking as he does so. Working them into him all over again, but wider now. Thicker. And maybe a little rougher. Still pushing those boundaries just to see where Olivine's lay. ]
Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
[it's a pleasant stretch, even before the third finger slides in, tightening the space as he works again. teasing, edging him toward another pleasant space. granted, all of Sylvain's boundary pushing is only just starting to come close to what the priest's preferences are, but there's nothing wrong with that caution in learning it.]
Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
[ There’s a reason he’d put him on the bench. Easier to see what he was doing and control it if he needed to. But for now, he thinks Olivine is as stretched as he’s likely to get, and still so pliant and eager, so he withdraws his fingers, only to remove his pants finally, dropping them to the side, before stepping up behind the priest.
He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
[It's convenient in so many ways, really. The bench is high enough and wide enough to support him so neatly, positioned for almost no effort being needed when Sylvain sidles up behind him. Olivine's gaze is hazy and appreciative, glancing over the swell of his erection in the mirror. And, knowing how nice it had felt in his mouth...
A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
[ He reaches forward to tangle his fingers in Olivine’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling his head back at an angle as he sinks into him deeper. He’s still careful, but he’s got a better idea for how rough Olivine likes this now to not be as worried as he works his way deeper without as much concern for the priests comfort. Or discomfort, as it were.
His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
[bliss sinks into every part of his senses as Sylvain grips his hair and pulls his head back, in spite of the sharp noise it earns. careful, but that's not a detriment. the priest himself is remarkably good at just settling into the best position to take what he's given, flexible as he is.
it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
[ Sylvain gives a pleased little hum at that, reaching to wind fingers around Olivine’s wrist. Dragging his arm behind his back and then sliding it higher in increments as he pins it there. Waiting to see where muscles started to strain from the hold so he didn’t push too far. Just enough that it would definitely be felt, sharp and present. It lifts Olivine a little higher on the bench and he leans in with his own knee as he guides the man up on his knees by his hold on his arm and his hair. Until he’s kneeling in front of the mirror with Sylvain behind him, rocking into him with that same maddening pace. ]
I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
[Olivine's arm bends, pinned so carefully back. It flexes his back muscles, too, framing that side of him quite nicely. Lifted up, the priest can brace his knees on the bench, legs spread and body lifted as if in offering; his piercings even gleam faintly in the dim light, reflecting prettily in the mirror itself. It's all tighter this way, too. His thighs flex with each inward motion, hips jolting pleasantly as his body takes everything it's given.]
Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
[ He leans in close behind Olivine as he speeds his pace a little. A little rougher, a little deeper. Chasing his own pleasure at the same time. It has him buried all the way inside the other man now, rocking deep with each thrust of his hips as he holds him in place on the bench.
Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
[Sylvain's pace pulls little moans and sharp gasps from the priest, shuddering with every inward thrust. there really is no feeling like being completely filled, his arm aching pleasantly in its position.
and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
[ Sylvain’s smirk is sharp and satisfied as Olivine comes, his own hips picking up the pace, rocking into him deeply, thrusts picking up a new pace. He might have come just from that, the feel of Olivine clenching so tightly around him, body shuddering as he spilled his own pleasure. The sight of the other man’s reflection in the mirror as he watched him orgasm.
But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]
[dizzy pleasure fills his senses as Sylvain continues chasing his orgasm, hips twitching and jolting in sharp stimulation. His expression shifts often, wanton hunger and enduring concentration melting together with each thrust.
Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
[ He turns his face into that touch, pressing a kiss to Olivine’s palm as he drags in ragged lungfuls of air. He loosens his hold on the man’s arm, but only to lean him back against his chest now, wrapping arms warmly around him as he buries his face against the other man’s throat with a soft moan.
He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
[there's no rush, a warm comfort shared between them as Sylvain releases his arm, pulls him back gently into his chest. his own breath is still catching back up to normal, hitching slightly when the redhead's face presses into his neck, a delighted little laugh on his lips.]
Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
[ He presses a kiss to the curve of Olivine’s throat before chuckling and reluctantly pulling out of the other man. ]
I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
[warmth flickers through him at the kiss to his throat, eyes all but closed. and really, there's just a little shiver that runs through him when Sylvain pulls out, exhaling it as a breath. he really is too sensitive sometimes.]
It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
[ Recalling what he’d described earlier, and what little he’s learned from Eiden, he considers the other man as he carefully pushes to his feet as well. Rounding the bench, he presses in close, one hand winding around Olivine’s waist and the other lifting to tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck.
Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
[oh. that little move earns a pleased noise from Olivine, and he shifts into the warmth of that embrace without hesitation. It's comforting, even before lips press again to his own, arms slipping round Sylvain in turn. It's sweet, not nearly as fervent or desperate as previous.]
Whichever we reach first, then... mine wasn't so far from the exit, I think.
[Honestly they could probably just pick any empty room. But he exhales a little laugh at the questions, slightly sheepish as he presses his face into Sylvain's shoulder.]
Mm... it does help me regulate mine, but I'm alright for now. [Honestly, he feels even better after the last round, essence sort of... contented and warm.] I'm curious if it will work, definitely... but I asked more because I want you to be comfortable, and I wasn't sure how much fatigue you were feeling after all that.
[ He combs his fingers through the man’s hair when he presses his face to his shoulder, understanding the intent, then.
Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
[Olivine is so simple, sometimes. The comfort of a warm gesture does so much for him, and it speaks... pretty badly to his past, all things considered.
He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
I think the holes in the walls probably mean you’re right.
[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
[He was absolutely trying to forget those existed, thanks Sylvain!! But it gets the redhead what he likes, more of that flush as it inches toward his ears.]
It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]
At least Violet's more open to the idea of all this than some people here. Even most people Sylvain would think to encounter from his own world, since Fodlan was still decidedly backwards and behind the times to compared to... probably everywhere else, in Sylvain's opinion.
But her question gets a laugh from him, because it's so refreshing not to have his reputation preceding him here, but at the same time, this is also the one place it probably would have been to his benefit.
"I've been to a few, in my time. For one, they're a great place to learn everything about everyone."
Hearing the stranger laugh caused Violet to become a little more curious about him. Because of the laugh, Violet had the sense that brothels were probably something normal in his life. And she wasn’t wrong.
“Oh? You expect me to believe that you go to brothels to people watch and not to… partake?” There was no judgment, just curiosity in her voice as she leaned against the wall as they chatted. “If you frequent brothels then this place must be right up your alley.”
“Actually, I went there for the opposite reason. It was one of the few places I could safely go without being expected to… ‘partake’.”
Ambitious Crest-hunters followed him to many, many places to try and catch his eye or co-opt his evening out, but few of them would ever risk the stain to their reputations if they were discovered in a brothel, of all places.
Luckily, his reputation couldn’t get much more stained than it already was and the girls there were often good company if he had enough coin to make it worth their while. Even better if he didn’t want anything more than a few drinks and some conversation.
“But at its core, I suppose the way this place operates isn’t so unfamiliar to me. I’m probably better equipped for it than most. Especially if we’re talking about others from my world. What about you?”
The stranger’s answer just made Violet even more curious about him and what he was about. A brothel as a safe place? Not likely but then that is what made her so curious. Why was it a safe place for him?
“You’re better equipped?” But then there was a pause from Violet as she realized what he had said. “There are others from your world here? Really? I haven’t seen a single person that I might know.” But there were a lot of people and Violet had only just arrived. Maybe others would show up? She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
“I’m a dragonrider.” There was pride in her voice. “Sex and brothels aren’t top priority when you’re trying to survive. Well… to some riders at least.”
oh i just realized the confusion this could cause sorry violet
"You ride dragons in your world?" Sylvain blinks at that, completely distracted from the other topic for the moment. Dragons were basically legends in his world, and worshiped as creatures blessed by the Goddess to boot.
Then again, his one encounter with one had been the massive one that landed atop the Monastery and wrecked everything in a several mile radius so, his impression of the beasts were a little conflicted.
"Although people in my world tend to tame and ride wyverns, so it's not a completely foreign idea, but riding dragons... sounds considerably more dangerous."
Then again, maybe that's why she didn't have time for indulgence after all.
There is a chuckle from Violet at his reaction to her mentioning she was a dragon rider. Being surrounded by other riders day in and day out, sometimes one forgets how it felt before you bonded a dragon. How terrifying and impressive the dragons are and how badass their riders were.
“We bond with a dragon and they are our partners for life.” Speaking of the bond just made Violet miss Tairn and Andarna. It felt like she was missing a very large piece of herself. She couldn’t help but try and reach out to them only to get nothing in response.
There was a small frown at the mention of wyverns. “There is definitely no taming of the dragons in my world. They would incinerate us if we tried.” There was a pause. “You have both dragons and wyverns? Wyverns are just a myth in my world.”
“Dragons are actually thought to be a myth in my world. Or extinct. Which I would have agreed with, up until one almost landed on me in the middle of a battle about five years back.”
His voice is a little dry at that as he spreads his hands in a shrug. “I’m afraid I can’t say more than that about them, because I don’t have any idea where it came from, or where it went afterwards, although it did enough damage that I’m not sure I’d ever want to come face to face with it or any of its relatives again. There was a lot of incinerating, that’s for sure.”
The way the stranger spoke of his dragons made Violet smile because it sounded a lot like the ones from home. They were big, didn’t care who was under them when they landed, and they would incinerate anyone that they thought weak or didn’t like. Talking of dragons made Violet miss home which was an odd feeling because who would have thought she missed constantly fighting for her life?
“Sounds like the dragons that I know.” There was a smile in Violet’s voice. “But you tame wyverns? Aren’t they just as deadly as dragons?” From the folklore that Violet was well versed in wyverns were just as deadly as dragons. Or at least that is what the fables tell her.
"They're... different? Much smaller, for one. A little larger than the pegasi and horses the rest of us mounted troops use. But they're also not as temperamental - or so I'm assuming. One's never tried to set me on fire before, at least. They still very much have attitudes, though, but so do my chargers."
"Most of the riders I've known have raised them from hatchlings, too, so they're close. Maybe that makes them quicker to trust and like us?"
He's clearly not one that rode one himself. He's been up on one a few times - his training classes required at least some experience with them, but Sylvain was better at melee fighting, not ranged or magic, so flying mounts were a bad fit for him.
One day she will get right up in his face and check his eyes
Violet listened quietly, taking in all the information the stranger was giving him with a small frown on her face. His world was definitely different then her own because for one…
“You have pegasi as well?” Another creature of myth that Violet knows of but not a whole lot about. They were children fairy tales that she had read at least once but not religiously like she had with the venin and wyvern.
“And you raise the wyvern from the egg? Do their parents or the elders not protect them? We have never seen a hatchling dragon. We didn’t even know what a youngling dragon looked like…” And no one but her and Xaden knew what Andarna really was. Thinking of the small golden dragon made Violet’s chest ache and she couldn’t help but reach out only to be disappointed once again.
[ He just arches an eyebrow back at her, but his gaze is unusually serious as he holds hers. ]
Would it matter what I told you? You've clearly formed an opinion of what I would do already. [ And he knows how impossible those are to change. He doesn't bother trying.
Even if that's exactly what he would have told her. Who either of them kisses is no one's business but theirs. Now if she wanted him to tell, that would be a different matter entirely. ]
Don't worry, your Majesty, I'll do my best not to damage your nonexistent reputation here. [ His tone is dry as he leans against the door frame to shoot her a look. He does his best to shrug her words off, in fact. He's used to people's opinions, he reminds himself. No point in getting upset over the myriad of things he can do nothing about. Even if it is exhausting. ]
Caring or not still doesn't get us out of this closet any faster. So what's it going to be? Stay stuck or risk a scandal?
[ She doesn't even see it as a particularly Sylvain-oriented skepticism. People tend to gossip. She feels certain that he's noticed. ]
Then I will take you at your word. [ No matter how dry his tone. Since she can rarely place trust in anyone who hasn't shown her a reason to and he is at best a reluctant ally in this, she will simply have to take a leap of faith if she wants to leave the closet as quickly as possible. ] Let us waste no more time.
[ How will anyone even know that they kiss? Are they being watched somehow at this very moment? Do the bands around their wrist monitor their activities? Well, let there be no room for their captors to doubt: she steps right up to him, anchors one hand in the front of his robe, and sweeps up on her toes with enough momentum that in the dim light their noses bump before she tips her head and her lips meet his. ]
[ Yeah, that’s something that would have been pretty impossible to miss, in his particular case.
Still, he’s not expecting her next move. Even if maybe he should have. Edelgard had always struck him as decisive - something he respected in most people - he’d just never had that aimed at himself before.
So his quiet sound of surprise only has a moment to be heard before it’s muffled against her lips as she goes up on her toes to drag him down simultaneously. He goes, of course, even if his eyes widen as they lock on her face a moment before her lips brush against his.
Seven minutes, he reminds himself, even as he lets his arms slide around her waist, curling her in against his chest. His head tilts slightly to the side to give them a better angle here, parting his lips to deepen the kiss slightly. One hand comes up to cradle at the nape of her neck as his tongue teases against her lips, seeing how she will respond if he tries to deepen this beyond something simple and chaste. ]
[ That's assuming they find a way home. He didn't see any of that in the fine print along with the other rules of this game. Not that he'd looked that hard. Delaying having to step foot on Gronder a while longer sounds great to him. Although the thought of his friends back there marching without him isn't all that comforting, either...
He pushes that thought away, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. ]
We've got enough problems to deal with here without borrowing more, in my opinion. Although I'll give them credit for doing what they do very well. They may have thought of everything, to keep their "guests" involved in this game of theirs.
[ Although he has to wonder what "they're" getting out of any of it? Maybe they're just very voyeuristic? ]
Indeed. They certainly do seem to have planned quite a bit, although it would seem our arrival was not as planned as it could have been.
[Given how rushed all the employees seem and the half of our number that ended up showing up elsewhere... Hubert raises a hand to his chin as he considers it.]
I intend to keep searching for answers, although I'll admit I'm not sure how likely it is that I'll find all I'm looking for. I've yet to hear anything about the people in charge of this place, after all.
[So getting in contact with them may be a no-go...]
Well, someone’s got to be running this circus. [ Sylvain glances around, almost curiously now. ] I would imagine wielding magic that can take people from so many vast universes would take considerable amounts of power. I certainly can’t imagine the scope of it.
And while I’m not sure what it is yet, there’s got to be a purpose behind this ‘game’ of theirs, right? I mean, unless they were just really really bored. Or maybe horny.
Don't worry, you haven't. [ He glances down at her to shoot her a crooked smile in reassurance. The casino is still as crowded as earlier, despite the numbers he's assuming are in the back gaming rooms now. This place really has brought a ridiculous number of "guests" here for their game. ]
And your analogy isn't wrong. Can't say I've ever been held in a gilded cage quite like this before but... I suppose I should give them the benefit of saying it could be much worse.
[ His tone is a little dry at that, because he can't exactly say he's grateful to have been kidnapped. But he can only make the best of it now that he's here.
Spotting the long line of buffet tables up ahead, he points them out to her as they approach, weaving their way through the crowd. ] There we are. Looks like there's still plenty to feast on.
[ It could be much worse, and it's clear enough by now that their hosts, whoever they may be, want them to be comfortable during their stay. Is it really all just in service to the game of 52? Maybe it is just that simple, and she certainly doesn't have the knowledge to investigate any further.
She'll need to see what Neuvillette and Wriothesley make if it, but that's a task for later. For now, she really should just focus on enjoying herself, particularly in the company who seems to have her best interests in heart.
She really lucked out with that auction, it seems. The scent of exquisite dishes reaches her nose, and already Furina is breaking away and hurrying towards the buffet tables, trusting him to follow. ]
Oooh, is that duck confit I see? Mmm, and consomme! Oh, we simply must try the tasses ragout!
[ ...Yet the first thing she fills her plate with is...macaroni? ]
He would be mildly offended by that, but he can’t say he even blames her. Sylvain follows her over to the table, grabbing a second plate just in case she needs more room, and then curiously follows along behind her, because half the stuff she points out he’s never seen or heard of before. ]
What’s a… tasses ragout?
[ He squints, peering over her shoulder as she starts scooping pasta onto her plate. That, at least, he recognizes. Sort of. ]
[ Probably more pasta than seems reasonable for a girl of her petite size, and then next, she ladles a helping of what looks like a stew onto the place that Sylvain has. ]
Only one of the most filling and savory meals from my home. A medley of flavorful vegetables cooked in a broth with just enough eat to keep you warm on a cold winter's eve...it may not be a gourmet meal, but it's one of the most satisfying things you can eat! Would you like to share?
[ She grabs a few other things from the buffet, mostly some breads and cheeses, before stepping back. This will do...for now. ]
[ He’s seen what Annie and Ingrid can put away when they’re hungry, he knows better than to question a girl’s appetite.
Still, he listens to her explanation with a curious look, intrigued by the description and the scent of it. ]
So it’s like… a spicy stew? And sure. It sounds like the kind of hearty meal that’s common in my own lands. Although unfortunately, Faerghus isn’t known for their spices.
[ "Spicy stew" is downplaying it's virtues in Furina's eyes, but she won't protest. He'll see once he tastes it! Once she's filled their plates, she steps back from the buffet line, starting for the nearest open table. There's a certain spring to her step that wasn't there before — whether due to the food or his pleasant company, her spirits have improved. ]
Faerghus? I've heard of no such place...is that your homeland, then, I presume?
[ She had no reason to assume he was from Teyvat, even if she's met a few strangers here who are. Despite her unfamiliarity with the place name, she takes care to pronounce it correctly, each syllable clear and concise as she commits it to memory.
From the way she asks, it's clear she's eager to hear more, and he's welcome talk about it as much or as little as he'd like. ]
[ He answers that mildly enough, following her over to the table and pulling out a chair for her before taking one for himself. He settles in comfortably, legs stretched out in a slight slouch as he takes a bite of the spicy stew. It does remind him a lot of the fare from back home, except maybe with some spices from Almyra or one of the other continents mixed in. It's good and he hums his approval as he takes another bite. ]
My world is quite a bit different than anything found here. And possibly from worlds most others here are from, I suspect.
[ Fodlan feels even more reclusive and backwards in comparison to some of the things he's discovered today. ]
[ As soon as they're seated and Furina has arranged herself at the table according to her well-bred manners, she likewise tucks into her tasses ragout, and she is unable to resist a smile as she chews and swallows. It's remarkable just how much that one bite transports her right back to home...it tastes just like something she would have in the Court of Fontaine itself.
As they dine, she picks up the thread of conversation, though she remains mindful of her manners, ever the picture of etiquette. ]
Oh? I take that to mean that it's not particularly lavish?
[ She says the word with a kind of affectation that implies she's uncertain how she feels about how lavish the resort feels herself. Fontaine can certainly be extravagant, especially when it comes to the arts, but this is another level of excess. ]
[ He hums in thought as he takes another bite, enjoying the rich flavor of it. Although this place did take lavish to a whole new level. ]
There's technology and mechanisms and magic here beyond anything we have at home. Even these- [ A pause, as he taps a finger against his watch ] would be considered a wondrous innovation. So while the courts back home could still be considered quite lavish in style, I feel like there's a lack of knowledge beyond that I have to catch up on.
Then again, my world has been caught in a terrible war for the past five years, so there hasn't been a lot of time for innovation or lavishness. At least not in my country.
[ With Dimitri presumed dead and the Empire ever encroaching on their borders, there hadn't been time for a lot of things. ]
At least with part of this, Furina can sympathize — along with Snezhnaya, Fontaine is at the forefront of Teyvat's technological innovation, but even so, there's plenty here she's plainly unfamiliar with. The watches are yet one of many such things. However, she hasn't been embroiled in war, and Fontaine still made plenty of time for lavish displays, even in the face of impending doom.
Perhaps because of impending doom, but that's neither here nor there now. ]
I see...it sounds as though you've been brought here at a rather inconvenient time, then. [ Not that there's any really convenient time to be kidnapped, but you know. ] Are you eager to win the game and return home?
[ Had matters not recently been resolved in Fontaine, she would likely be feeling similarly. ]
But Sylvain pauses for a moment before spreading his hands to either side in a shrug and reaching for his wine glass again. ]
Actually, I'm not sure yet. I'm actually a little relieved for the interruption, if I'm honest. It's a war we're fighting out of necessity, not by choice, but even so... Maybe it's selfish of me, but waking up this morning and not having to step onto a battlefield I didn't want to be on... felt more like a gift than anything else.
[ True, he doesn't know what fate might have befallen his companions in his absence but they were all capable warriors in their own right. And he didn't have to come face to face with any old friends on the other end of his lance, where he had no choice but to press forward, regardless of the cost or consequences. ]
[ She can hardly begrudge him there. Were she in his position, where it was a war she had to return to, who could say she wouldn't feel the same?
A thoughtful shake of her head. ]
It doesn't sound selfish at all. [ In her estimation, it's never selfish to choose life and freedom over war and bloodshed. ] In that case, I hope you can have a prosperous stay here, whatever that winds up meaning for you.
[ Whether he intends to play the game, or otherwise. ]
[ It's only fair that she should answer the question in turn, though Furina is a little hesitant to do so, if only because she's still growing used to the whole idea of the "game". She wasn't up in that virgin auction for nothing...
She gives herself a few extra moments to think as she slowly chews through a bite of food. ]
It's...admittedly, a little overwhelming. — Nothing I can't handle, mind you, but I'm still getting used to how...open-minded this resort is. Fontaine isn't prudish, but it's —
[ He reaches across the table to give her hand a small squeeze - because yeah, they’d planned for intimate enough dining for that, apparently. But he understood her sentiment anyway. ]
Most people from my world would feel the same way, so you’re not alone in that. I suppose I’m one of the few who came into this a little more prepared. Scandalous is what I consider fun, so I’m pretty hard to shock.
[ The word is jaded, Sylvain. ]
If it helps, at least they’re not… hmm. Overly pushy? Sure, they are giving plenty of opportunities for people to play the game, but they could be more forceful about some of it. There’s loopholes, if you pay attention.
[ Of course, then there’s also the nudges they give that lower inhibitions, which take away some people’s inclination to say no, but he hasn’t run into much of that yet. ]
[There is, Claude notices, only one chair alongside the bed in the room, so he'll go ahead and lay claim to the chair, the picture of casual as he perches on the arm of it.] I'd say now's the best time to admit it, actually. Better for both of us to be on the same page, right?
[Claude's eyes follow his over to the Wall of Sin. Now would actually be a good time to admit he's never had an occasion to do anything remotely like this, but... you know how Claude is about admitting things about himself. We're gonna fake it til we make it. Don't think about the hypocrisy of that with what he just said-- it could be interpreted as him admitting he doesn't know what he's doing either, after all. The plausible deniability is there.]
That's an understatement. I think even the two of us combined would have trouble thinking up uses for everything here.
Oh, I have every faith in our creative inventiveness. I’m sure we’d think of something.
[ Claude is shot a cheeky grin and a playful wink as Sylvain watches him move to perch on the arm of the chair. He supposes, thinking about it, that a cat fits him pretty well, too.
But there’s probably a few things they should establish before he goes picking things arbitrarily off the wall for this, which is what has him crossing to that chair and leaning over the other man a bit, one hand propped on the back of it behind him as he studies his expression in amusement. ]
Maybe the question here should be ‘what kind of Master do you want?’
[ Not that he can picture Claude surrendering to this sort of thing easily, but eh, they’re in here to play in good fun, so maybe it will give them something new to experience.
… Or maybe Claude will just keep talking in circles and he’ll have to make this up as he goes. ]
[The smart money's on Claude continuing to talk in circles, but hey, stranger things have happened. And there might be a drink or two in his system easing the way. (Not that that's going to make it easy so much as remotely possible for a man like Claude.)
Claude meets Sylvain's gaze head-on, a coy turn to his lips. It's a very fair and important question and he is absolutely going to lob that ball right back into Sylvain's court.] Hard to say, having never had one before. [He'll at least admit to not having done pet-play before. He certainly doesn't seem to mind Sylvain's looming, a measure of heat in his eyes that even he can't hide when he looks up at the redhead like this.] I've been told I remind someone of you before... what do you think I'd be interested in?
[ That admission about the reminder just gets a bemused snort from Sylvain as he arches an eyebrow. ] Man, who did you piss off that day?
[ That’s definitely not a comparison he would have thought to make. Ever. He’s not even quite sure what prompted it. Sure, they’d played a few chess matches back in their school days, but it wasn’t like he and Claude had ever traveled in the same circles much. ]
And I don’t know. That is why I was asking you, after all. At the very least so I could avoid crossing any lines that would make you uncomfortable in the process.
[ …But maybe Claude didn’t know what those were either. Sylvain squints at him a moment, trying to remember if he’d ever heard anything or seen anyone coming in and out of Claude’s room, since it had always been so close to his own. He didn’t think so, other than maybe Hilda a time or two, but he wasn’t sure that counted. Or maybe it did, what did he know? ]
Have you ever had an actual lover before, for that matter? [ Because if Claude was still a virgin, Sylvain was definitely taking a number of things right off the table from the get-go. ]
calling his bluff like this, rude behavior gautier
[Claude's expression breaks for a moment with a stifled laugh. Ahh, the memories of simpler times...]
It was Ingrid, actually. [So yes, she was pissed off at him. Sylvain pretty quickly susses out the truth, and yeah, maybe there is something to the comparison because clearly he's smarter than he likes everyone to think.
For as much as Claude has a reputation for being a schemer and a liar, he doesn't straight up lie very often-- it's not that he can't, but generally he prefers to edge around the truth, or let people come to their own conclusions and avoid confirming or denying either way. And, well, he kind of wasn't expecting Sylvain to figure that out so damn quick. As close as they are, it'd be hard for Sylvain not to see his smile faltering for a moment, or the way he doesn't quite meet his gaze suddenly.]
I really wasn't expecting to run into a familiar face here. [He says instead of verbally answering the question, which is definitely an answer in itself.]
He lives to ruin the days of any nearby golden deer, clearly.
Oh man. [ Sylvain doesn’t know whether to laugh or wince in sympathy. ] If she brought me into one of her lectures, you really must have pissed her off.
[ Still, that falter is impossible to miss. Especially since he’d been watching for a specific reaction to that question and Claude might not have meant to give him so obvious and answer but… well. He really had.
He can’t quite keep his eyebrows from winging upwards in surprise for a moment because really?! No one had ever actually managed to land Claude von Riegan? That seemed so… ludicrous, honestly. ]
So… I’ll take that as a no, then. [ Because by not answering that question, Claude had very much answered that question. ] Well, that… just means I’m going to have to be more inventive than I initially realized.
[ He’s still leaning a hand against the back of the chair beside Claude and when the other man averts his gaze, won’t look at him, he slides his fingers under his chin to tilt his head back towards him. Forcefully bringing Claude’s attention back to focus on him if he has to. ]
Look, no one outside this room has to know what happens in here. So if you’re not comfortable with it going that far, you can say that and I’m not gonna judge. Same goes for if you are looking to change that. I realize getting a familiar face in here with you might make this more… awkward than you anticipated, but believe it or not, I do know how to be discreet.
[ There’s a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, because that’s already been called into question twice today and he’s still a little annoyed about it. ]
[Yes, well, your surprise at that just means you fell for his clever ruse! So there! Look, he's been kind of busy with a war and all and intimacy of all kinds is terrifying. Getting laid has not been a priority.
Just the touch has him looking back at Sylvain, and is that a hint of a blush starting at the tips of his ears? He is not immune to the charms of Sylvain Gautier...
As much as he was hoping to fall back on the tried and true 'fake it til you make it' approach even with this, it does make something in the pit of his stomach unknot to be told that he doesn't have to this time. Maybe it was fate doing him a favor, having it turn out this way.]
I wasn't actually worried about your ability to be discrete... but thanks. [He's back to seeming fully self-assured, though there's a softness to that thanks that speaks to all it extends to.] I was looking to change that, and I still am. [The fact that he's doing it this way instead of auctioning it off, which would certainly put him at an advantage in this place, is definitely telling. He's going to have to get comfortable with sex here either way, if he's going to get back home... hence the diving right in.]
[ You should really reassess your priorities, sir.
But at the very least, Sylvain can admire that he apparently doesn't do anything by halves. His thumb brushes against the man's stubbled jaw as he holds his gaze and considers those words. And where to proceed from there. Virgins. The only thing more terrifying than intimacy. ]
Okay. I can work with that. But it changes how I would go about this a little bit. Mostly because you're not going to have any way of knowing what you might like or not until you experience it and walking into a room like this without that knowledge is... sort of like jumping into the ocean without knowing how to swim.
So. We can try to ease into this, or we can just... try some different things and see what appeals to you. What are you going to be more comfortable with here? Because I can adapt to either pretty easily.
[ Sylvain's not shy, but he might be a little too accustomed to doing things like this with people who are. Or at least think there's something attractive in playing hard to get.
That Eiden doesn't bother with any of that is refreshing.
One corner of his lips quirk upwards as the other young man leans up to press his lips to his and Sylvain meets him in the middle, bending his head enough to make the angle better. His fingers slide away from Eiden's jaw to cup at the nape of his neck instead as he parts his lips. He shifts slightly closer, into Eiden's personal space, but his other hand drops to splay long fingers at the small of his back, holding him close at the same time as he makes a soft sound of appreciation into the kiss. ]
[ the security of the hand at his lower back earns a noise in return, a little shifting of his hips as he meets him part way, up on his toes to press back. if they want them to kiss and thought it would be hard, they've put the wrong people in this storage closet. eiden lets his fingers trail upwards into sylvain's hair, threading curls up to his knuckles. there's a bid to stay, to deepen the kiss, a breath taken between one to the next. ]
You're not shy... heh. I like that...
[ his teeth graze along his lower lip, playful, warm.
he doesn't see the point in dancing around it after all, playing at being hard to get. he knows precisely what he is, who he is, he doesn't have to be coy. sylvain's readiness to dive right in encourages him - so his other hand drifts along the line of his chest, sinks downward towards his chest.
back pushing against the door, he draws sylvain in closer this way. ]
[ A soft noise of appreciation slips free when he feels fingers curl into his hair - always a sensation he enjoys. But he grins at the playful teasing and the words, following the draw and crowding Eiden in against the door as he braces one arm over his head and lets the other continue to splay at his back. One knee slides in between the other man’s thighs to balance it out, even though he never pulls away from the kiss for more than a breath or two. ]
No, shyness is definitely not something I suffer from. Quite the opposite, in fact.
[ the leg between his thighs earns a laugh and a moan mixed together. it's very apparent that kissing is eiden's favorite thing with how his hips give a little jerk. ]
Mmm, thank god because I kinda wouldn't mind doing this again. [ bringing their mouths back together. he lets his teeth tease along his lower lip, tugging playfully. one of his arms slides over his shoulder, anchoring him in while the other hand draws down his chest, fingers splayed to get a lay of the land so to speak. so sue him, the dark of the closet is really getting to him in a good way, enhancing his sense of touch the less he can see. ] Outside of the closet...
[ they've got time, though, and eiden squeezes his hip, giving another roll of his own against that knee between his thighs. ]
[ Sylvain just smiles into the kiss, giving a low chuckle as he grinds his thigh in against that roll of hips, more than happy to tease him, since they're here enjoying this game in the dark anyway. Might as well make it memorable. ]
You gotta admit, the closet makes it atmospheric, at least. But I wouldn't mind a little more space, either. And a little more light. Hard to appreciate someone properly like this.
[ His hand slides up to cup at the nape of the man's neck as he draws him in a little closer, shifting the angle of the kiss. Letting him delve a little deeper as his tongue slides against Eiden's, exploring and teasing in return. ]
Mmm, it does make for a fun first meeting, here in the dark. Don't get me wrong. I love this kinda thing too...
[ eiden leans into that hand behind his neck easily, parting his lips to let the kiss deepen. he can feel the heat of his own essence pumping through him, excited at the prospect of someone so receptive.
he feels that smile and can't help but bring his hand even lower, giving sylvain a warm brush with his fingertips between his thighs. it's not his fault he has to explore blind, in fact, he prefers it like this, letting himself explore without all the other sensory inputs. it means he can take his time, map things out. the grinding earns a little moan mid-kiss, eiden can feel the heat in the tips of his ears, spreading down to his cheeks. he's definitely hit the jackpot here. ]
But yeah, something less claustro... [ between one kiss and the next, each deeper than the last. he's lost the word, sinking further into the kiss. fuck it. ] - ohhh...
[ even though they've definitely woken up with just a robe to their names and just some free t-shirts. it's seven minutes in heaven, he's going to make sure it's about as heavenly as it gets if allowed. if not, he'll easily shift hands back to his hips, teasing what skin he can find with a warm touch. ]
[ There’s another soft chuckle when those words melt into a delicious sounding moan. Sylvain’s own voice is low and husky when voicing the sound, and when he speaks a moment later. ]
You don’t need to use the dark as an excuse to explore. I don’t mind.
[ He’d felt those questing fingers and his own arousal tucked away beneath his robe, stirring with interest from the combination of the kiss and the anticipation for what else might follow.
His other hand slides down, tracing down over Eiden’s torso before drifting teasingly lower. Cupping him through the fabric, his palm warm even though the material. ]
[ caught! he expected that, but giggles in the dark anyways, his teeth nipping gently at sylvain's lip before kissing him back. he hums into his mouth when he's cupped, presses into that hand as he does the very same, sliding his own under sylvain's robe shamelessly. ]
Then you've got free reign too. I like being touched - a lot. [ he can feel it, the way the neon gemstone presses into his chest, a reminder of what he carries. his breath hitches a little (pleasantly) at the touch.] So help yourself, okay?
[ he maybe just happens to wiggle into that hand shamelessly, delighted at the prospect of literal heaven in this stupid closet. his fingers find him, eager to seek out the shape of him beneath that luxurious resort robe, getting around him to grasp flesh to his palm. nose to nose, lips a hairsbreadth away from sylvain's he looks up at him in the dark with eager eyes. ]
[ Sylvain’s not fully hard just yet, but he’s not exactly soft, either. Still, the fact that his cock is typically pretty proportionate to his broad size isn’t something that’s hard to miss.
He rocks his hips into that touch, even as he gives Eiden’s cock another deliberate stroke. ]
You know, they never gave us any stipulations on where we were meant to kiss for seven minutes…
[ eiden's entire body goes warm as he feels him in hand, stroked at the same time. his body wants to bow forward, but he braces himself against the door, letting his hips drag once more. ]
They sure didn't. That's what they get for not being specific.
[ not that they probably wouldn't like it - to open up the door on them kissing much more than just each other's lips. eiden returns the stroke himself, squeezing him in hand and letting his thumb trail to the tip of him slowly, circling the head. ]
[ He has to bite back a laugh at that, twisting his wrist a little to add some depth to the way he strokes the other man. A shiver slips down his spine at the surety of Eiden's touch, enjoying the heat of it. ]
Was that your not-so-subtle way of hinting you wanted to suck my cock?
[ as much as he likes being pinned up here against the door, sylvain's knee between his thighs. he's going to miss the position, but he can always (bear grylls voice) adapt, overcome, survive. he's slowly parting sylvain's robe to lay his other hand on his chest, stroking him in a tempo that's soft-tight-soft-tight, letting the head of him brush his skin as he draws him closer, shifting to slowly slide down that leg towards the floor. ]
I think your friend really wants to join the party, so... far be it from me not to give him a taste, yeah?
[ I can't believe Sylvain has finally met someone more extra about this than him.
He doesn't bother to bite back his laugh this time, playfully tugging him closer by his grip on the man's cock. He steps back - albeit reluctantly - to give him enough room to work here. ]
Well, then. Far be it from me to not give you a taste.
If you didn't want to I'd be fine with that too. Kissing you is real sweet...
[ for the record, said as he's already got both hands around sylvain beneath his robe. the feeling of that playful tug stays with him, hot in the pit of his stomach as he sighs out, hot and wet at the head of his dick. ]
But since you're offering... [ his tongue slides out and he licks out softly, a lap at the base of his head before lips wrap around it, an open-mouthed kiss with a trembling hum. eiden wants more than seven minutes, said as he slides to the floor, thighs splayed and throat bared up as he takes him down slowly into mouth.
[ Sylvain gives a low, breathy groan as he watches Eiden sink lower. And lower. And he might not have much of a gag reflex himself, but even he can admit he’s impressed.
Reaching out, he threads his fingers in Eiden’s hair and holds him there, just to see if he can. Relishing the wet heat of his mouth around him. ]
[ he'd like to find that out. he reallllly would, eyes turned up towards sylvian's face as his hand slips into his hair. he was stressed, waking up without anyone—well, with the stranger who was sleeping beside him in his room. but uh anyways.
he swallows, pulling him back into his throat, a little wetness pricking his his eyes before he closes them again.
when he pulls off, it's wet. licking his own lips: ]
... Wanted to taste you... [ he's barely had to even be patient. something about being in a closet, with the possibility of being discovered even. ]
[ Sylvain’s lips quirk and he combs his fingers through that hair, soothing and coaxing at the same time. The praise might not be verbal, but it’s implied in the touch all the same. ]
You can have whatever you want right now.
[ He tugs again lightly, guiding him back, eyes dark and locked on that upturned face. ]
[ good he can dissociate into this but no, it's a good distraction to thinking about anything else. eiden's lips part and find him again, taking him inside his mouth. his tongue, soft and wet, flattens against it, guiding it back. ]
Mmmph~mmhm...
[ he hums his appreciation, digging fingers into his hips, sliding down slightly to grab sylvain's ass a little more comfortably as he guides him in. his face flushes fully as he doesn't look away, eyes just half-lidded in a look of feline contentment. ]
[ Sylvain holds his gaze, his own eyes darkening with appreciation as Eiden works him deep again. He resists the urge to rock into that wet heat, wanting the other man to control the pace and the depth he was comfortable with.
But it was still tempting. ]
Has anyone told you how good you look like this? [ He murmurs the words, low and husky, his cock twitching against Eiden’s tongue as pleasure shivers through him.
[ oh that's an easy question to answer and he lets his actions speak for themselves. the low tone of sylvain's voice earns a purr and he impresses upon him just how far he's willing to go, nose brushing the root of him as a thin trail of drool leaves the corner of his mouth.
he knows he looks good.
eiden works him diligently, but perhaps can feel the resistance to simply let go and pulls off of him with a gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wet and with the effort and thrill. ]
I can take it, promise... [ said with lips skimming his hipbone, pressing slow, damp kisses to it as he nuzzles into the line of his cock and licks a wet stripe up the underside. ] Go ahead. I got you.
[ saying this as he reaches for the hand in his hair and wraps fingers around his knuckles, encouraging him to tighten his grip. ] You're doing perfect. [ as he lowers his head to bottom out his throat around him again, encouraging him with a slightly rougher pace, letting him feel out how much he can tolerate and then some. it looks like maybe he doesn't mind it rough at all, his cock dripping through the pants he's managed to scrounge up. ]
[ There's a flicker of amusement in Sylvain's gaze that apparently Eiden feels the need to reassure him and it's that just a novel experience?
He holds back a chuckle, however, by tightening his grip in the man's hair and rocking forward slightly. Pressing deep into that wet heat once more as he nudges against the back of Eiden's throat. ]
Is that how you like it, then? Rougher? Being used?
[ There's no judgement in the husky words, no disapproval. He knows all too well how it feels to let go in the other man's position. The high that can come from that feeling. It's not one he lets himself feel often, because there aren't many he trusts that far - at least that he lets in his bedroom - but he's been on this end of it enough to adapt quickly. ]
[ that's it, as he feels the fingers tightening in his hair and sylvain's hips shifting up to meet him. he opens for him, feeling his cockhead brushing the back of his throat in that moment and moaning around with relief because yes. yes he does like it rough, he likes being used. it feels like he can do more than what he can manage just by making someone else feel good.
his fingers dig into sylvain's skin as he bobs himself against him, one sliding to stroke his hip bone, the other holding onto that hand still, tracing knuckles with his slightly callused fingertips. eventually that hand drops, wraps around sylvain's thigh to anchor himself.
he hollows his cheeks, drawing tighter around sylvain's cock, but then parting his lips further to allow him full range to pump into his throat, every once in a while swallowing sharply and demanding to drag lips down harder again. ]
[ He feels that moan vibrate down his entire length and it has him hissing out a soft curse as his fingers tighten involuntarily.
He’s going to take that as a yes, then.
Feeling the way Eiden relaxes into the hold, opens himself up to more, he gives him what he wants. Thrusting into that wet heat with deliberate intent, he relishes the sensations from it. How good Eiden is with his tongue, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing and Sylvain indulges them both - chasing his pleasure and letting Eiden hear the evidence of it in a low, strained moan. He alternates with deep slow thrusts or faster shallow ones.
He could drag this out, if he wanted. He’s tempted. But he has no idea what will happen after seven minutes and also he’s more interested in an exchange of pleasure rather than just receiving it. So he lets himself slip deeper into it, not holding back, letting Eiden coax his orgasm closer without any resistance or restraint from him. Not quite there yet, but certainly getting closer with each skilled slide of the other man’s tongue or the squeeze of his throat around the head of his cock. Which he buries himself in far more often then he might otherwise, if only because Eiden makes the most delicious noises around him every time he does so. ]
[ he gets it, doesn't have to completely spell it out for him. with every thrust, eiden feels himself riding the edge of delight. he doesn't remember the last time he got on his knees for someone he barely knew. it's someone he's good friends with now, so he has no doubt in his mind that this will definitely go well. he chokes around him, a slight sputter with the increasing intensity, but he likes it, sinks fingers into his skin and dragging it upwards slowly. if he's going to be down here, he's going to trace the lines of his muscles with his fingers, graze his way up to cup him from behind with both hands as he's pressed into.
between his thighs, his arousal is unmistakable. this kind of service is what he lives for, and when he pops off his cock, taking it in hand to stroke it firmly against his cheek, he gives a ragged sigh. ]
You're fantastic... you wanna come like this? In my mouth or on my face...?
[ nosing gently at the base of his cock. ]
Or is there something else you want - a little variety with the time we've got left.
[ Sylvain considers that for a moment before tightening his grip once more and tilting Eiden’s head back, holding him at that angle as he studies his face. His own eyes are dark with hunger and his lips curve slightly as he rocks into Eiden’s hand. ]
And what is it you want? If you could have any one thing right now, what would it be? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one getting what I want here.
[ he looks surprised for a moment at the way sylvain immediately turns it around. his head is pulled back and eiden studies sylvain with his own wide eyes. it's impossible not to tell him what he wants in this stupid little closet. he licks his lips. ]
Alright... alright. If you wanna be fair about it.
[ a joke, soft and light as he lets a hand stray to just wrap fingers around sylvain's cock. ]
Fuck me? [ he asks, breathless still, having to clear his throat. he looks so eager, hungry, even here in the dark. he can feel himself leaking ever so slightly, and god is it terrifying that this still fucking happens, wet from the tip of his cock? totally normal on earth. wet sliding down his his thigh? definitely not, and something that's only happened back in klein.
that place has really changed him. ah well. it's conveneint at least, if a little embarrassing. ] I can take it. Promise.
[ His grin grows a little further. And he’s not even surprised by that request - he’s certainly not adverse to it, either.
But it does provide a conundrum. Despite Eiden’s reassurance, that’s a little rougher than he’s comfortable with - at least like this. Or what he knows of this. ]
I don’t suppose you spotted any cases of lube or oils or something in here when you were hunting for your clothes? Because I think we need something more than just saliva, if we’re doing that.
[ He remembered seeing some in the nightstand of the room he’d woken up in, but that was still on the other side of a very locked door. ]
[ Sylvain blinks at his hand for a moment, confused. But he’s game, so he reaches out to give Eiden his hand once he reaches his feet, wondering what he’s about to be shown. ]
[ pulling him close, once again leaning against a wall, he guides sylvain's hand downwards, over his own hip, and around further until he can show him the thin trail of slick dampness against the curve of his ass. he shivers a bit even just thinking about it, the taste of him still there on his own tongue, the size of him pressed perfectly down his throat. ]
It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.
[ He’s not sure what he was expecting, but that… hadn’t been on the already short list.
His fingers slide against the slicked skin, as if Eiden had already been partially prepared for this. The explanation makes that part make sense, even if it just opened up a dozen more questions in its place.
Circling the tight ring of muscle, he presses a digit inside, up to the first knuckle, feeling Eiden shiver against him. Feeling the press of his cock trapped against Sylvain’s hip when he steps closer to better reach him. ]
Huh. [ He’s blinking, still trying to wrap his head around that. Then again, he woke up in bed with a guy with wings this morning, so he’s just going to have to start rolling with the weird surprises today, he supposes. ] Well, that’s… convenient.
Yeah, uh... it's taken a little getting used to...
[ it still catches him off guard when he feels it, when pleasure starts to spark through his body sharply, heat flushing him. his hands slide up a bit more, letting his own robe slide off of his shoulders finally, a laugh leaving his throat again.
his hips nudge and bump up against sylvain's hip, his body shivering. it's unfair, how ready to melt he is, how he's called out to tell him what he wants. the problem is he wants it all. ]
Syl—
[ he forgets what he was going to say next, instead lifting up on his toes and moaning as his fingers slides inside of him, teasing and testing. there's hardly resistance, but he squeezes that digit inside of him, clinging. it feels delicious. he wiggles his hips a bit, enticing, a little incapable of not fidgeting as he darts forward to take his mouth again with a desperate hum with another little "sylvain" sighed out. ]
[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky as he's the one that gives the reassurance this time. One arm wraps around Eiden's bare waist, dragging him close and pinning him against Sylvain's broad chest. He bends his head to kiss him, distracting him as he works his finger deeper, then adds another, stretching the slicked skin and muscle to prepare him for taking more.
And when he gets to the point he can move them easier in and out, he crooks his fingertips to brush against sensitive nerves - which he's going to assume is there despite the... unusual differences in Eiden's anatomy. ]
[ i hate this stupid yaoi game and it's stupid self-lubing holes
he's normally not as speechless, but sylvain knows immediately where to go, catching him and pinning him close, he lets his fingers splay as he explores with his hands, framing the warmth of his chest and climbing along his ribs as he meets his kiss. he takes his fingers well, moving with little aborted nudges of his hips - lifting a leg ever so slightly to spread for the second finger sliding in beside it. he has good balance, but sylvain pulling him close definitely is a nice reassurance. ]
That's it... [ and as fingers crook, eiden digs his own fingers in immediately, dull nails digging into skin with a soft sigh. he sinks onto those fingers, relishing in sylvain pressing against that deep, sweet spot. hello prostate my good friend. ] You've got fucking magical hands... wow...
Sylvain chuckles at that sighed comment, even as he works his fingers deeper, making a point of rubbing over that spot every few thrusts. Mostly because Eiden makes very good noises and he wants to hear all of them. He can feel how much the man's enjoying it by the hardness of his cock pressed against him and he rocks his own hips forward to slide his cock against him, teasing him both ways now as he bends his head to catch Eiden's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Giving him sensation upon sensation. ]
[ each rub weakens his resolve to stand and not just melt against him completely. his knee wobbles a bit, but stabilizes as he find the rhythm of their cocks brushing and jostling. he kisses him back, whining softly into his mouth as his teeth graze his lower lip before tkaing him again and again kiss after kiss. ]
Oh... fuck, oh no - [ a soft hitch of breath ] - Keep that up I'm gonna come really fast...
[ he tightens fingers in his hair, rolling his hips like an offering. ] Wanna come with you inside. [ he doesn't care at this point if the door gets opened, but he does know he wants to do this again, and some more. he's not done yet. ]
Mmmm. [ Sylvain smiles into that kiss, even as he withdraws his fingers, deciding he’d stretched the man enough. He hopes, anyway. But either way Eiden seems to like it a little rough and he’s slick enough that Sylvain is pretty sure he won’t have any trouble.
So he slides his hands down under the man’s thighs… and then hefts him up a little, bracing him against the door behind them so Eiden can wrap his legs around Sylvain’s waist.
Hey, if they’re gonna keep the door locked for several more minutes, might as well make good use of it, right? ]
Can’t have you coming too fast now, can we? Pretty sure we’ve got a few minutes left, at least…
[ Did they, though? Hard to tell. Not that he actually cared at the moment. Not when he makes sure Eiden is securely braced a moment before he rocks his hips inward, the tip of his cock sliding against the other man’s slicked entrance. ]
[ he cooperates with ease, almost overeager but managing to control himself. the moment sylvain shifts him upwards, he hooks his leg around him and shifts his weight, lets his other leg lock them both into place as he feels the head of him starting to push inwards. it's a good press, and eiden tips his head back to moan warmly against the door now. let them hear what they've gone ahead and started. not that eiden minds one bit. ]
Mmmhmm~I could really take my time with you...
[ as he shifts, allows himself to slide down onto his cock, he lets out a soft laugh, his body hugging nicely around sylvain. he can feel the slight discomfort of his own dampness, for a moment feeling the heat of his face surge from the sheer vulnerability of it. still, it's perfect for what he wants, what he needs and he shuts his eyes, willing away the uncertainty. it's perfect - this is perfect actually. ]
Sucks that we only have a little bit of time left... [ breathless now as he leans in to kiss him again, brushing lips and then hovering nose to nose. ] You better meet up with me later, I wanna - [ a whimper ] - pick your brain... mmm... [ god stop being so fucking talkative and get fucked you idiot. ]
[ Sylvain just laughs at the other man's attempts to talk as he rocks his hips, working himself deeper with each thrust. Eiden's still tight, but that's perfect, drags a strained groan from his lips as he feels the other man lock his limbs around him. He leans into it, shifting the angle of his next thrust up into him at the same time. ]
We have time to take our time, apparently. And if this is how they want us to play... well. I'm not complaining. Although are you sure it's my brain you're interested in for later?
[ Another laugh, low and husky, as he gives a deeper thrust now, a hint rougher and faster. Enjoying the sound of that needy little whimper and wanting to draw more from him. ]
[ eiden nods hurriedly, biting his lip as he feels the deeper thrust, his body trembling around him. every thrust made rougher earns another delighted sound. ]
Said what I said. I can multitask.
[ he can want his dick and he can want to find out what kind of person he is. eiden may jump into things dick first, but... well. sometimes that's how you learn about a person best. like a weirdo. he presses lips to his throat, biting down as he takes each thrust with a series of drawn out moans. he doesn't want to completely stifle himself, but part of him needs the assurance that not everyone in the hall can hear him. he shifts, pulling his lips away and murmuring - ]
Sylvain - ohh, yeah, listen... I want... all of you. All of it... Just like this...
[ Would it be so bad if everyone in the hall heard you, Eiden?
Still, those bites at his throat have equally deep moans coming from Sylvain to match him. His hips stutter in response before picking up the pace again, the sensation of Eiden tight and trembling around him driving him higher. He braces a little more carefully against the door, just in case his own legs start trembling but at the moment he's fine - and far too distracted by chasing their pleasure as he fucks up into the other man wrapped around him. ]
I feel like if you can still multitask, I'm not doing a good enough job.
[ There's laughter in his tone again as he reaches down between them, wrapping fingers around Eiden's cock and stroking him in time with his next thrust. That tight heat he sinks into each time is blissful enough that he knows how easily it would be to chase his own pleasure and lose himself in it, but he wants to make sure Eiden is right there with him. ]
[ syvlain is right, should be right. he can't even begin to think of a response when his hand goes for his dick, stroking him with the rhythm of his thrusts. his heel digs into him warmly, and his hips jerk happily in aborted twitches as he knows he's close, feels the sensation building up low in his belly. he's going to come and he presses his head back against the door, chest rising and falling quickly. he grabs him, a hand clawing at his back, another with knuckles pressed into his own mouth. ]
Nngh - [ the closest to a word that he can manage as sylvain sends him towards the apex of pleasure. he nods, a little sweat causing his hair to cling to his temples as he rides to the edge of his pleasure. he slips, the hand sliding to press against the door as finds himself releasing over sylvain's knuckles, a trembling yelp leaving his throat. he comes hard enough that his body bows in a tight arch, thighs pressing sylvain closer inside with heels digging in. he rubs himself right there against the head of his cock, trapping him inside for a few moments. ]
[ It's as much the view of Eiden starting to spiral, starting to come undone, that pushes Sylvain closer to his own completion as it is the way he shudders and clenches tight around his cock as he rides him. His pace speeds, rougher now, a little more erratic as his own orgasm starts to build. His eyes are dark but locked on the other man's face as his head tips back against the door. As those obscene little noises slip free of his lips and Sylvain resists the urge to reach up and swallow them all, because he wants to hear them.
The nails digging into the skin of his back get a low groan of pleasure as he arches up in sharp, rapid thrusts, feeling Eiden's body convulse as he spills over his hand, still stroking him - though the movements slow a little after. The way he rocks, though, clenched so tight as his body shudders with his orgasm is enough to give Sylvain that last little push he needed. He rocks, rough and deep, once more, twice, before sheathing himself fully inside and spilling with a low cry, one he muffles into the damp flesh of Eiden's shoulders, teeth biting lightly enough to leave a faint mark in the skin. ]
[ eiden lets out a luxurious sigh at being filled, at being bitten. there's a whimper of satisfaction at the teeth on his shoulder, and he doesn't let go, just adjusts himself on sylvain's cock and feels himself being emptied into. he can barely talk, instead just plying teeth again at sylvain's throat.
his head is spinning too much to notice or care if the door opens at all. thighs shake as he clings, squeezing around sylvain's cock as though refusing to let go of the idea of this particular fullness.
when he does lift his head, his eyes are blown out wide and his lips are wet, bruised. he pushes forward to take his mouth into another kiss, fingers climbing again to touch his hair, his jaw. his words teeter softly. ]
[ Sylvain’s quiet laugh is muffled into their kiss as he claims Eiden’s lips in turn. Still holding him pinned against the door, buried deep inside of him, but the solid surface is helping to keep him upright just as much as it is a place to pin the other man against.
He’s not sure he’d trust his legs right now otherwise.
His teeth scrape against Eiden’s lower lip as he playfully rocks his hips again, shifting how he’s sheathed in the other man but not pulling out yet. ]
Mmm. You make the most delicious sounds when you come. I’m definitely going to have to make you make more of those.
[ said smoothly at first with a little hiccup at the end as sylvain shifts himself inside of him. he can feel the release gathering, warm and wet from gravity, and he squirms. not uncomfortably, rather, how can he better accommodate the bulk inside of him. he pushes himself down just a bit further, like trying to seal himself up as he kisses him once more, hungry and open-mouthed, a reward for blissing him out. he's still riding the high, but he always feels a little high when someone stays inside of him.
he squeezes unconsciously, clutches around him with a giddy sigh. ]
In a bed, even? [ pushing a little bit of his hair back. he glances down just a bit and gives a tired little smile. ] How're the legs... you okay?
They’ll be fine if you give me a minute. Or if you don’t expect me to carry you to said bed.
[ Humor lingers in his tone as he murmurs the words into Eiden’s kiss, playfully nipping at his lip. Casting a glance sideways, he gives another quiet laugh when he sees the door is cracked open slightly, although he can see or hear no one beyond it. ]
[ the door cracking earns a little laugh. victory. ]
Better have... it was good. Let's not stick around to give them the satisfaction of an encore.
[ still, he kisses him back, chases his mouth as he tries to feel himself out. he could probably walk, but it would be embarrassing. he can feel the wetness already threatening to slip out from around the warmth of sylvain's cock. leaving a kiss along the corner of his mouth, he shifts slightly to make it easier. ]
I can walk, but it's not going to be clean. [ maybe he sounds just a little embarrassed. ] No regrets, though.
[ though he's determined to keep contact regardless. ]
[ Sylvain has realized the same thing a few moments after he'd said that, but he chuckles as he trails his lips along Eiden's shoulder, nipping playfully at the skin there. ]
Maybe I should be carrying you to the bathing chamber instead?
It doesn't have a bed, but I'm sure we could make a tub or one of those shower stalls work. Have a preference?
[ He grins, enjoying the feeling of nails raking against his scalp. Testing his legs and whether they'll hold, he lifts Eiden off where he'd had him pinned against the wall. Gravity helps keep Eiden anchored in place, but his hands slide down under his ass to help support him as he steps back. ]
Hmm. We might have to come back for the clothes though. I am not bending right now. [ That shouldn't be a hardship, the bathing chambers are just down the hall. ] And hopefully whoever shut us in isn't still waiting out there.
[ He nudges the door further open and then leans them out to find an empty hallway stretching in other direction. Right. Perfect time to make a run for it. Or at least a casual walk. ]
I'll take being clean over a bed, they'll just have to deal with the brief streaking. Something tells me that maybe they'll think it's a free show anyways. We'll come back after... hopefully the clothes'll still be here.
[ sylvain is... so funny. eiden peers around, blushing just a bit because like. okay being naked in front of a bunch of people is not his first kink, but like. it is maybe a little exciting. full of spend, dribbling a bit. he can't hide anything like this. ]
We did pretty good with just a closet~ [ he does not say it, but perhaps it's implied, imagine what we could do with a bath? ]
The bath looked pretty comfy, too. I didn’t try it out earlier, but it’s sounding pretty tempting right about now.
[ He’s chuckling as he hurries them down the hall, hands easily supporting Eiden’s weight against him. They get a few startled looks when he steps into the bathroom, although at least it’s much emptier now than it was earlier in the day. Playfully, he just gives them all a casual wave and continues on to the large bathing chamber. Which is, just their luck, empty for the time being.
Nothing to see here folks, please return to playing with your… soaps.
Carrying Eiden over to the stone steps that lead down into the massive soaking pool, he’s chuckling as he does so. ]
See? Look at all those surfaces we can try fucking on. Who needs a bed?
[ he likes it, being supported up against sylvain's chest. he lays a hand against it, laughing a little sheepishly when some might stare as they enter the baths, but really - who cares? eiden feels like he's certainly on top of the world right now and can't be assed to be shy. as they wade into the water, eiden shifts a little with a sly smile. ]
You are insatiable - not that I'm complaining. [ fingers splaying up to curl around his shoulder as he leans up to kiss him again, short, but still hungry. ] I could go again if you're curious...
[ glancing around, he's not surprised. ]
And it seems like they're not discouraging it, so really.
[ shifting a little again. ] Wanna let me down and we can at least make an attempt to get clean? [ before things devolve again oops. ]
[ There's laughter in his voice, but he does carefully lift the man off his cock and lower him down onto the ledge that lines the inside of the bath, a few inches under the water.
...He really hopes the staff cleans this place a lot. But considering what he suspects goes on everywhere around here, he thinks that's likely. He also thinks that he doesn't want to think about that too hard. Gross. ]
And I might be a little insatiable. Although this place seems to be helping...
[ He's still hard. Which is impressive, even for him. But he'd heard people talking about this in the showers earlier. ]
[ he closes his eyes as he feels the void of him, and silently apologizes for everything. thankfully no one seems to be scolding them or hustling them away. maybe they should have taken a shower instead, but eiden doesn't think he could manage standing now that his body has felt the hot water aorund him. he lifts up a hand from the water to bring sylvain down, an offering. ]
Yeah, this place really seems to be obsessed with it.
And I thought the place I came from was strange, this resort or whatever takes it to a whole other level...
[ Eiden, you have a self-lubing asshole, he’s pretty sure the place you come from is strange.
Really convenient in situations like this, of course, but still really strange.
Sylvain just laughs as he braces his hands on the ledge to either side of Eiden’s hips and leans in to kiss him slowly, lazily. The rush from earlier has abated somewhat - maybe the hot water is helping with that? Either way, he slides his hands up Eiden’s thighs beneath the water before drawing back. ]
You seem to be taking it pretty well in stride, though.
[ hey! sometimes... you get used to things. two years is a lot...... and self-lubing buttholes are like peak convenience considering how much dick he gets in the woods. case in point.
sylvain leans in and eiden meets him part way, a flush blooming over his face - more visible in the light of the baths than anything. they should perhaps have showered down first to get the worst of it off, but the heat from the bath is bringing back the feeling in his legs and lower back. he moans a little against his mouth, feeling that clever hand darting back. how rude, he liked it there. he even reaches to try and chase it with his hand, to touch sylvain's wrist and bring it forward again. ]
I take things well when I'm fucked good... [ true statement, but also maybe a little bit of a joke. ] ... mostly because it's distracting. I like distractions.
[ he lifts another hand, wet with the bath, to slide into sylvain's hair, drawing him in close. ] And I think you do too. [ said as that hand on sylvain's wrist creeps down to brush his hip, thumb smoothing over muscle and bone, fingers skimming to find him and reward him with a firm stroke of his fingers over his cock. ]
[ Sylvain bites back a strained groan when he feels those fingers wrap around his length and stroke and he’s pretty sure he should be softening right about now, but nothing in this place is working like it should - except Eiden’s ass, apparently - so he doesn’t know what to blame that on.
Hell, after his earlier experience in the shower, it could even be the soap. He’s not sure it’s important right now, though.
Especially because Eiden is very good at distractions.
He leans in, capturing the other man’s mouth in another kiss, managing to make it both playful and hungry all at once. His own hand comes in to mirror the action around Eiden’s cock, stroking him slowly beneath the water with clever, knowing fingers. ]
[ eiden is honestly quite flattered that sylvain is hard all over again, he wouldn't have been upset if he'd ended up only semi-aroused, or even just soft. still, he lets out a shuddering sigh as he's kissed again, pushing back against it to deepen the kiss. his leg shifts, trying to draw him in closer as he whines. ]
Mmm, look we can be a little productive. No one said getting clean couldn't be a little fun...
[ another nibble to sylvain's mouth as he bucks into his hands. his own hand thumbs along the top of his cock, stroking with one hand. meanwhile, the other skims to brush over sylvain's chest, fingers splaying to grope him. he can't help himself, it's right fucking there. ]
[ A laugh, as Eiden squirms closer and whines at him for more. That shouldn’t be adorable and yet it is. Hands fall to the other man’s hips as he abruptly drags him closer, right to the edge of the ledge he’s perched on. It means that Sylvain can slide his cock against the other man’s now with slick, wet teasing, the water adding a whole new sensation to the movement as it swirls around them. ]
Why do I get the feeling that our efforts to get ‘clean’ are just going to get us dirtier?
[ But it’s not like he’s objecting here. Or stopping it from heading in exactly that direction. ]
[ Sylvain would have been more than happy to work with him to get to where they needed to go - and might also be making mental notes of how to conveniently thwart Felix in the future when he needs him to stand still long enough to have an actual discussion about something.
And he'd been about to take a step in the direction Felix was clearly leaning. Except that final snapped retort just has him blinking down at his friend in bewilderment. What's he talking about? ]
What farce? Because I'm afraid to break it to you, getting out of some ropes isn't going to get us any freer of the rest of all this?
[ Just you wait, Felix, you'll both probably be dodging flying dildos next. That is how both their luck works, after all. ]
I mean, I guess that would depend on if the fox ran away or looked like it wanted to eat me. [ Sylvain looks amused at this comparison, even though most foxes in the woods he was familiar with weren't the type to worry him. Not when there were much worse things that roamed the wilds of Fodlan of late. But that tended to be his rule of thumb with most wild things he encountered, so it still felt fitting here.
Still, Abe no Seimei's introduction has him intrigued and... wait was that his whole name? Was it a title? Name and surname? He didn't want to be rude and ask, so he just committed it to memory for now. He'd figure it out later. ]
So if it looked cute, you wouldn't be afraid of it? In other words, spirits won't bother you if they're attractive enough.
[ Is he teasing him? Absolutely! But with a warm smile and the playful interest of someone who often wanders out into the forest without any concerns about predators. He's more charmed by Sylvain's lack of concern than surprised. Clearly the question of what attracts Sylvain has to be explored as well. ]
Ah, not a priest, but I resolve supernatural problems? I guess you could say I fix things spiritually!
[ Explaining what an onmyouji is would probably only be more confusing. ]
I'm a freelancer. Sorry, apparently I don't have a business card.
[ He has no idea what a business card is, either. Things that don’t really exist in Fodlan, #357.
But Sylvain just grins, playing along with the teasing because he really doesn't mind it. ]
Spirits won’t bother me unless they’re trying to eat me. Which makes them distinctly un-cute. [ Probably. Although he supposes it depends on the type of eating, but in his experience, unhappy spirits aren’t really interested in that. Not that he has a lot of experience, but still. ]
Ahh, I see. So are you trying to fix… whatever’s in the mirrors?
[ He likes this playful new friend he's made. Sylvain has a good answer, and most humans assume all spirits are ready to eat them, so this more open-minded response is refreshing to get from a stranger. It does make him want to tease him more, but Seimei honestly doesn't need very much encouragement for that anyway. ]
Then we'll try not to let them eat you.
[ Maybe. It's probably unlikely for them to need to fight off malicious spirits, but they can never be sure. But dealing with strange magical situations is pretty normal for him. ]
That's right. I wanted to find out who they are and what they want. Then maybe we can get them out of the mirrors too.
[ Considering Seimei seems content to keep playing along in this hypothetical situation they’ve drawn up between them, Sylvain is more than happy to keep playing along as well.
Even if he casts the mirror a skeptical look. ]
That’s assuming they want to be outside the mirrors. Or they weren’t put there with good reason?
[ Not that he can really think of a good reason for that. Beyond that whole ‘wanting to eat him’ thing. ]
[ Seimei taps on the glass, almost like he expects to be able to taunt the potential hallucinations into revealing themselves again. It doesn't work, but he still looks satisfied with himself after testing the mirror. ]
Oh, we can't know unless we try, right? Even if they were put in there, how would we know it was for a good reason if we don't test it? Maybe they want out and can't tell us. That's why we have to be the ones to look first.
[ It could also just be an illusion made up to trick them, with no actual entities involved at all. There's always that chance, but Seimei will still happily try to bait the spellcaster behind it just to lure them out. He's never been bothered by using himself as a trap. ]
Did you see anything else strange so far? Maybe it's a clue.
[ Sylvain just casts the other man a bemused look as he leans against the wall of the dressing room, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Do you have something to start taking notes, then? Because pretty much everything I’ve seen today, since the moment I opened my eyes, could be considered ‘strange’.
[ He waves a hand to encompass their surroundings, and everything that comes with that. ] I’m not sure anyone would call any of this ‘normal’. Except maybe the people who have been here far longer than we have. And I’m not sure they’re reliable.
[ Another quiet chuckle as he releases the toy, letting it stay where it is as he slides his hands up over Olivine's thighs and hips once more. Teasing against flushed skin as he gives the other man a moment to catch his breath. ]
Making it halfway is a good start. Did you want to keep playing with the cards, then? Unless you feel like choosing something different, anyway?
[It's a little slower than normal, what with the vibration still inside him. Sylvain is nothing if not beautifully cruel in the best of ways. Olivine sighs contently as hands slide over thighs and hips, weight shifting carefully to try and take some of the pressure off. It doesn't work much, given the vibrating, but he tries.]
Haah... ah... I can keep playing... I think. [He glances from the bed to the bench, though.] If you'll... pull the toy out, I can get another card.
[It's too thin to keep inside by itself with how wet he is, after all, no matter how tightly he squeezes.]
How about you stay there, keep the toy in, and I pick the next card, and then we’ll go from there? The last one didn’t say when I had to end the prostate play, after all. Or the edging, for that matter.
[ He winks, even as he pushes up on one elbow and reaches for the next card in the deck. He picks it up, glances at it, and then just snorts out a laugh. ]
I think the cards have decided I should be trying out all the different forms of bondage today.
[ He holds up the card so Olivine can see the picture and the word cockring underneath it. ]
I can’t say I’ve ever worn one of those before. Maybe I’ll have to take that toy out after all, so you can go pick one out for me…
[but he's absolutely not about to stop Sylvain. The other steps away and Olivine struggles against the urge to squirm while he waits, watching him lift the card.]
Oh? There are a lot of forms...
[but he turns the card so that Olivine can see it, and the priest has to laugh. Well, he does have intimate experience with this one...]
I find them exciting, hehe. But if you want me to pick, I'm happy to... or I can walk you through what to look for. Mmn, they can be a little hard to put on if you're too hard, though.
[relief shudders through him when the vibration stops; it was apparently affecting him more than he'd realised.]
I suppose it's better that way, since we won't be able to take these with us.
[pushing himself upward, Olivine climbs off of the bed, steps delicate but determined. He's fine, really.
And it takes him a lot less time to pick something for Sylvain. It's similar to the collar he'd picked—pretty, black coated, with just a couple of gold adornments. As he steps back to Sylvain, he hums softly.]
Would you like me to help put it on you, too? [a laugh.] Not that it's difficult, mind.
[that pulls mischief back to Olivine's face, lips curled up in a half smirk of his own.]
Really, do you think I'd do that to you? I can always touch you once it's in place.
[Despite the low ache still in his belly, Olivine is quick to kneel in front of Sylvain, glancing up at him with no end of amusement in his expression. Delicate fingers curl around his cock just to lift it into place and start easing the ring down.]
I absolutely think you’d do that to me. You’re a bigger tease than I am. And that’s saying something, trust me.
[ His eyes darken a shade as he watches Olivine kneel down between his legs, but he holds still, even though a shiver slips through him as the other man starts to slide the ring down over the length of his cock. ]
So what do these do, exactly? Other than look pretty, I suppose?
I'll take that as a compliment... but it really isn't something I'd do with these. Maybe if it was myself...
[He just laughs softly, working the ring down. It's not too difficult, and his grin matches many of Sylvain's in mischief when he asks that.]
It can delay your orgasm, at least. If it stops it completely, it's probably too tight... but here, let me—
[has he been waiting patiently for this? Absolutely. Olivine's weight shifts, tongue dragging up the underside of Sylvain's cock, pressing little metal-studded kitten licks to the head of it. He had to prove Sylvain right, didn't he?]
[ His hands give out and he flops back to the bed as a shudder of pleasure sweeps through him. he’d still been half-hard from earlier, but those fingers on his skin had been one thing and then the slide of that tongue, the cool glide of metal…
He’s fully hard again in a matter of moments. Olivine really is unfairly talented at being a tease. ]
[He learned from the best, really. Eiden still leaves him in the dust when it comes to teasing, too. At least Sylvain only has to suffer a few moments before Olivine pulls away from his cock, fingertips tracing the top of the ring.]
What do you think? Not too tight, but a lot more intense, right?
[ He groans, cock pulsing against the restriction of the ring around its base. It hadn’t been enough to come, but it did make the pleasure feel more intense somehow. He wasn’t questioning it.
He waves a hand at the deck of cards again. ] I think that means its once more your turn.
[listen, what kind of tease would he be if he let Sylvain off that easy?]
Mm, are we moving on to us actually picking cards that affect us instead of the opposite now?
[It's a little funny, really. Olivine climbs to his feet anyway, picking up... well, the whole set of cards, actually. To move them to the beside table, so they don't have to walk for every one. then he lifts the top card. And... stares at it for a moment.]
... do we have something here for this...?
[settling on the bed near Sylvain, he turns the card over to let him read temperature play. This. Actually may be something that hadn't even occurred to Olivine before now.]
[ You might have momentarily scrambled his brain, actually. He just remembers picking up the cockring card. And the one before that? They’re starting to run together now.
But he pushes up on an elbow to take in the card and then glances around the room before catching sight of something across the way. An armchair sits there with a round table beside it. And on it is a bucket holding a bottle of wine. Getting up and peering inside, he grins when he finds it full of ice. ]
I think we can improvise. Might as well get comfy again, Oli.
[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]
[ Laughter bright in his eyes, he plucks up a couple of ice cubes and carries them back over to where Oli is perched in the bed. Reaching out with his free hand, he gives the man a nudge to lay him back on his back once more before climbing up to straddle his hips. It has his own ringed cock - still hard, of course - resting against Olivine’s stomach as he leans over the other man with a smirk.
And of course aims for the one place he knows Olivine is already extremely sensitive.
The ice cube trails lightly over flushed skin as he slowly circles one of the man’s nipples with it - not close enough to touch, he keeps a slight distance for now, but he knows the cold will be an abrupt sensation to Oli’s sensitive skin. ]
How is it difficult to make sure I'm doing what you want~?
[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.
He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]
Ah—sylv... mmnh...
[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]
[ Sylvain chuckles at that, watching Olivine’s reaction with a smile. He doesn’t mind the way the other man writhes up against him, either, even though he keeps himself firmly seated on Oli’s hips, keeping him relatively pinned in place against the bed.
He still doesn’t let the ice brush directly over the nipple - or the piercing there 0 but instead lets it drift against heated skin to circle around the other nipple in much the same way as he had the first one. ]
Mmmm. I think you like this one. I’m going to have to remember it.
[shuddering, Olivine exhales a little laugh as Sylvain speaks. Of course he likes it... but then, his tastes are already so broad.]
It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
[should he be, when he practically asked for it? between the heat and the clamps, the press of Sylvain's tongue, he practically howls at the searing pleasure of it. fingers tangle in his hair, squirming hips kept in check by the weight on them, and his voice is thin and breathy when he manages words again.]
Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
[ Sylvain just smirks as he holds Olivine exactly where he is, not moving his mouth away. Loving the way he squirms and shudders beneath him. His teeth close around that nipple, biting down before tugging at the flesh again. Letting that heat sink into skin that had been so chilled a moment before.
And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
[really, it's unfair. Sylvain's name slips from Olivine's lips in some sort of mantra, heat and chill warring across his skin. it feels like that sensation spreads farther than it ought to, considering the narrow focus of the ice cube over his other nipple.
predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
[ He could be cruel and release him, immediately jump onto the next card’s challenge instead, but he’s enjoying this reaction. Olivine is so sensitive and Sylvain could spend hours watching those expressions play out across his face. Those pleading whimpers slip free from his lips.
He’s greedy and wants more, of all of it, just as much as Olivine does.
Which is why he indulges them both instead. By switching his mouth to the other nipple, skin now pebbled from the ice as he closes his lips and sucks the sensitive skin into wet heat. And lets the ice cube now slide over the other newly-freed nipple. ]
[he's going to regret his decision to choose six, isn't he. doubly so as Sylvain doubles down on his current teasing, swapping searing heat with aching cold on his oh-so-sensitive nipples. honestly, Olivine is almost surprised he makes it through the shift without hitting his peak altogether.]
Ha-aagh! [it's a little painful, and that's all for the better as far as the priest is concerned. panting, his tongue slips past his lips, lids lilting all but closed as he squirms in place.] Hurts... fuck, I— [he needs a second to find focus, fingers trembling where they still hold firm.] I'm going to come again if you keep going—
[maybe he should be a little more embarrassed by that, all things considered. he's not, though, not in the slightest.]
[ His voice is a purr as he murmurs the words around Olivine’s nipple. He holds the other man pinned in place and then deliberately rocks his hips down to grind their arousals together - his is still achingly hard because of the cock ring in place, but he can feel how frenzied it’s driving Olivine, the extreme sensations stimulating against sensitive nerves and flesh.
He feels him struggling to squirm and holds him pinned, giving him the sensation to struggle against at the same tie, even as he makes sure there’s no time for the other man to find his focus just yet. Switching between ice and heat even as he rocks their hips together, grinding down against the other man as he squirms, caught between the sensations. ]
[too much would really be just enough for Olivine, probably. Regardless, he groans louder as their hips rock together, his searching for something, anything. More, just to take him beyond that edge again.
The ice does a fine job of that though, coupled with Sylvain's mouth as he grinds their hips together. Warm desperation cloaks him in a haze, and as he marvels at the sensation of that ringed cock against his skin, and he could almost laugh at how easily he's distracted.
It doesn't help him to hold back any, every sensation driving him to toe that edge until he's falling over it again, abruptly and sharply. Fingers tug and knead at soft hair and scalp, absent and instinctive as he's dragged through yet another orgasm. ... they're going to be an absolute mess by the end of this, aren't they.]
[ They certainly are. An excuse to visit the bathhouse, maybe? What could possibly go wrong with that.
Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]
And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]
[Olivine might actually die if they go to the bathhouse after all this... it would be worth it though.
He's even more sensitive now, in any case, body arching as cold trails over his side and wet heat swirls against a nipple, cheeks deeply red.]
I feel like... haah... that might be a little bad for your mouth... [He huffs a little laugh; of course he's still worried about the other's safety, even if his own feels less worrisome.] But... it would be interesting to feel...
[There's surely some way to do it safely. Olivine's fingers trail down to cup Sylvain's cheek, just watching him there, face perched above his chest as he is.]
What now...? I don't think we can reach the cards like this.
[well, Sylvain might be able to, with them now on the nearby table. But still!]
[ Please don’t die on him, he likes tormenting you too much.
But Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he teasingly trails the ice cube down over Olivine’s stomach, letting it rest just over his navel, watching as the skin pebbles around it. It’s almost melted now, water trickling down over Olivine’s flushed skin, but he’s sure it’s still plenty cold. ]
Are you sure you’re up to keep going? I can grab another card if you are.
His breath hitches as Sylvain trails the dwindling ice cube over his stomach, a sharp, needy whine escaping when it comes to rest over his navel. It's just far enough from his gemstone that it's not too distracting, though he's torn between glancing down and just watching Sylvain's face throughout.]
I'm alright... [water trickles down his side when he inhales, earning a little shift under the redhead.] Besides, picking another will give me a moment to come down from everything. We're only halfway done now...
[is he absolutely determined to last the whole six? Yes, absolutely. Not that losing would be bad either.]
[ Grinning, Sylvain leans in and down to reward the other man with a slow kiss, brushing his hair back off his face before pulling back again. Leaning over to the side, he reaches for the deck of cards and plucking one up.
He blinks at it a moment before holding up the card for Olivine to see and grinning down at him. ]
Feel like getting creative?
[ The card has a length of rope and reads bondage. ]
[Sylvain leans in and Olivine presses into the kiss, slow and easy and warm. just letting himself relax this way for a moment, he exhales a soft sigh and lets his eyes close while the redhead picks his card.
he really does feel loose and lazy in the aftermath. when he opens his eyes again, he blinks at that grin.]
Creative...
[his gaze shifts to the card, a smile drawing across his lips that's almost... mischievous. now this...]
I think I can do that. You'll have to trust me.
[pushing himself up a bit and testing his legs, Olivine reaches up to brush his fingers against Sylvain's cheek, up through his hair.]
[ Even Sylvain is a little surprised at how easily those words come, but they’re true enough. Especially with something like this. He turns his head, brushing a kiss against Olivine’ palm as his hand slides by to tangle fingers in his hair again.
But the question has him shaking his head slightly, since nothing is coming to mind. ]
I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if anything comes up while we’re trying it.
[The words pull a smile to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]
[ He indulges in that lazy kiss before rolling off the other man and stretching out on his side, his cheek propped in one palm as he watches Olivine cross over to the shelves to find what he wanted. His cock is still hard - the ring around the base has made sure his erection hasn’t flagged in the least - and he watches Olivine’s movements with a hungry gaze. ]
[Olivine glances back over his shoulder when Sylvain speaks, a warm smile on his lips at the sight of him. The redhead is beautiful, truly. Strong and hard, and there's no way the priest could mistake the hunger in his gaze.
If his posture shifts just the slightest bit to highlight his ass(ets), that's definitely just circumstantial, surely. And at the question, he lifts the white, silken rope for Sylvain to see, wound into a number of loops so it's hard to guess just how long it is.]
You're a little taller than me, but I think this should be long enough to work. [The implication that he's wrapped himself is sure there...
In any case, now that he has what he needs, Olivine crosses the space again and sets it down, taking one end and threading it first through the ring on Sylvain's collar. Giving it a firm tug, he pauses there to let the redhead assess the feeling.]
Does that feel alright? It shouldn't pull any harder than this when I'm done, but we don't have to use this, either.
[ Sylvain just lets that slow smirk on his lips grow as he sits up and leans in to kiss Olivine again, sliding his hands against his arms and back. ]
I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, Olivine. Go ahead and play.
[ In fact, he’s curious about what Olivine has in mind - and excited to experience it. he’s not accustomed to being on this end of things, but he doesn’t think he’ll mind, since it’s Olivine he’s here with. ]
[Sylvain, that's rude. Smirking at him like that is going to make him melt. Okay, that's literally anything they do, actually... anyway, Olivine leans into the kiss just as warmly as ever, sighing contently when hands slide over his arms.]
Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]
[ He holds still as he lets Olivine work, his eyes curious and watchful as the rope is wound around his body.
Olivine doesn’t go for anything obvious or predictable, and Sylvain has to admit he’s impressed with the arrangement the other man comes up with as he binds his body into what almost feels like a harness of ropes, shifting over sensitive skin, but making that restriction pronounced anytime he moves. He can feel the ropes tug and pull, tightening slightly as he flexes beneath it.
Olivine might have been worried it would be too much, after his reaction earlier, but that had been strictly from the feel of fingers around his throat. This… this didn’t have any negative connotations in his mind. In fact, his body was flushed as Olivine works his way lower, winds those ropes between his legs until they’re wrapped around the base of his cock and fastened in place once more in the front.
He watches all of this with a hungry gaze, and when Olivine finishes, he shifts again, testing the restriction of it, giving a soft moan when he feels the ropes shift with him, tighten against sensitive flesh in the best way. His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he licks his lips and nods. ]
It feels good. You’re really good at that, Olivine.
[It's a soft reassurance, anyway. The confirmation, as he works, that none of it is too much, that it isn't restriction but indeed that singular act. He doesn't let himself dwell on it; if they get there, Sylvain can explain when he's comfortable doing so.
A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]
I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.
[ He shivers as those fingers trail up his skin and even that slight movement has the ropes shifting just slightly, making him give another soft moan as his eyes go half-lidded, focusing on the sensation.
But Olivine’s words sink in a moment later and he blinks his eyes back open to study his face curiously. ]
Just a few times. It was helpful in regulating my essence after a—troubling experience with a cult. [He grimaces when he thinks back on it, head shaking. Not talking at length about that right now, thanks.] Since it was something to focus on while I had classes to teach.
[settling on the bed next to Sylvain, he chuckles lightly.]
Should I pick another card, or do you want to get used to it a little longer?
[ He thinks about that for a moment, before reaching out and cupping Olivine’s face in his hands again, holding him still long enough to catch and hold his gaze. ]
If you need help with that here, I hope you know you can come to me to help. I may not know a lot about… regulating essence or whatever. But you don’t have to do it alone, either.
[ As for continuing their game… he gives a low chuckle as he shakes his head. ] No, I can adjust as we go, I think. Pull your next card, Olivine. We’re getting pretty well through the deck now. Think you can keep going?
[Olivine exhales a little noise, leaning into the touch of those hands, expression soft. He really is so... kind, gentle.]
Thank you. I'll definitely keep it in mind—but you don't need to worry too much. I know better than to deal with everything on my own.
[His own hands find to cover Sylvain's as he speaks, eyes closing for a moment. It's followed shortly by a laugh, leaning in for a soft kiss.]
I'm fine. Didn't I just say we're only halfway there?
[pulling away with a little reluctance, he plucks up another card, turning it upright for both of them. It reads submission, which is... vague. Fitting though?]
... ah. I suppose that makes it your turn to be even more creative, then?
[ He’s not really any of those things, but he makes exceptions sometimes. For certain people. Although they’d always been few and far between - at least before he came to this place.
He gives him that kiss, then pulls back as Olivine reaches for the next card. He blinks at it a moment when the other man shows him the next dare, looking a little perplexed. ]
Well. That’s rather… vague and open-ended, isn’t it? I mean, hells, I could order you to kneel for me and as long as you obeyed, technically you’d be fulfilling it.
[ He frowns, then wiggles his fingers at the card deck again. ] Pull another one. maybe it will give us something for you to submit to and we can do a two-for-one?
[Olivine's not complaining about being an exception, ok. just like he has no real complaints about the suggestion, huffing a little laugh at Sylvain's reaction.]
I suppose the length of time could have more to do with it, honestly. But since you don't have anything in mind, I can't see why not.
[the next card is... similarly vague, but at least the prompt of dildos gives Sylvain something to actually work with, compared to just... submission. and combined?]
... I'm becoming increasingly certain this deck just has an agenda. [he's not mad about it.]
If that agenda is meant to help me make you orgasm too many times, then yes, I’d have to agree. On the other hand, it seems designed to keep me from coming as long as possible and yet needing to more the longer we play.
[ He chuckles, because the cock ring is certainly doing its job in that case, although he’s still achingly hard and it’s getting a little more difficult to focus at times. Especially when Oli loses himself in pleasure and writhes and keeps making those delicious noises. ]
Hmm, so maybe I should find a toy that we’ll have to work on your submission with. [ This place had to have something he could use to those ends, right? He gets up to examine the display of toys, all varying sizes, from narrow and slim to obscenely large. ] Although I’m having trouble finding something you might struggle with anyway. You just seem to like those better.
[ He tosses that comment over his shoulder with a grin, showing he clearly isn’t bothered by that. ]
It could certainly be both, yes. [it's kind of funny, really. RNG sure do be that way sometimes.] But I wouldn't say you're required to keep anything on for too long, so I don't know if you can say it's to keep you from coming...
[he's feeling a little more relaxed now, watching quietly while he looks over their options. Olivine gives a soft hum in response to the "concern," unable to even be slightly sheepish at that comment and its subsequent grin. yeah, there's no shame there.]
Well, submission is more to do with following orders than struggling, isn't it? [it's easy to move, then, to slip his arms around Sylvain's waist, cheek resting on his shoulder.] That's what I've read, anyway. The fact is I would like just about anything you put me through, I think... hehe. Something like staying still throughout, or staying quiet, maybe? I'm... not very good at either of those, if you want it to be a challenge for me. Or you could have me use them on you, but then you'd have to give me direction for what you want for it to be submission, I suppose...
[he's not bothered by any of these facts, of course.]
Mmm. I like all your needy little noises and whimpers too much to tell you to hold those back.
[ he grins again as he lifts a hand to thread through the man’s haor, with him leaning so close against his shoulder. Soaking up that warm contact and leaning back against him. ]
Maybe a particular position, then, and you’re not allowed to move while I pleasure you? [ A pause, before he shoots Oli a wicked smirk. ] Bet I could get you to come that way again once or twice, now that I think about it.
[That's a little sheepish, earnest as it is. Quiet, sure, but...
Fingers thread in his hair and Olivine sighs contently, holding them both steady as Sylvain leans back into him. His fingers stroke the redhead's side in fond and absent circles, humming thoughtfully at the suggestions.]
That would work... I'd definitely struggle a bit with it. [that smirk is unfair, okay. It drags color up his cheeks, toward his ears, and Olivine struggles not to squirm all over again.] ... I'm pretty sure you could manage that no matter what position I was in, Sylvain... but that makes me want to hold out for the second, too. I guess we'll see what I can handle, then.
[ Sylvain reaches for one of the toys then - something not too big but enough to fill the other man, and gives him a nudge back towards the bed. ]
Alright, on your back. I want you to spread your legs for me and then hold them pinned against your chest with your hands. Hold yourself open for me.
[ He gives Olivine a playful wink, even as he strolls over to the nightstand and curiously plucks up the next card. Before giving a snort of laughter. Oh, this is gonna be fun. ]
[reluctantly and not without leaning in to press his lips against Sylvain's skin, following along the edge of one of the ties with his mouth, Olivine pulls away from him. this is... fun. overwhelming in an all new way, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.]
Mm, I can do that.
[boy can he do that. his mouth and hands pull away so he can return to the bed, sitting back on it comfortably before stretching his torso out to find a good position for exactly that.
hands slide down his hips to curl around his thighs then, knees bending around his fingertips when they reach the backs of them. Olivine is way more flexible than he has any right to be too, back shifting as thighs meet the ridges of his hipbones and his arms pull back, upward. that lifts his ass neatly in the air, wet skin on full display as his knees find their place against his chest just far enough out to press his tits together and frame his clamped nipples.]
Another card already? Aren't you getting a little greedy?
[asks the one with his ass and tits both on full display and his lip pulled between his teeth, not to mention the absolute greediest look in his eyes where he watches Sylvain from.]
This one's for me. Figured I'd need something to keep me occupied while we work on your next several orgasms.
[ There's mischief in his gaze as he tosses the card back on the discard pile without even showing it to Olivine. He'll learn what it said in a moment, after all.
In the meantime, he climbs up on the bed and kneels between Olivine's spread legs, now held aloft against his chest. Taking a moment, he lets his dark gaze sweep appreciatively over the other man's exposed flesh. Every gorgeous inch of him. It's impossible to miss that he's hard again and he honestly finds himself wondering how far Olivine really could be pushed. How many times he could make him come in a row like this. But the other man doesn't seem to be drifting into oversensitized territory yet, so he's going to assume they'll be good for another time or two.
He waves the dildo in Olivine's general direction with a smirk as he settles comfortably between his legs. ]
You're going to be good and hold that position for me now. If you drop it, I'm going to stop. Understand?
[ He waits for acknowledgement before sliding the toy in to slide it over slicked flesh, letting Olivine's own slick lubricate the soft silicone surface. This particular toy is ridged, and he'd picked it because there's a very noticeable ridge that he's going to guess rests right over the prostate when inserted. Since the toy vibrates too, he's planning on having a lot of fun with this one. ]
Ah, so you're planning on dragging the rest out of me with just these cards...?
[not unreasonable in the least, considering. Even not knowing how much he's in danger with the last card.
Olivine's breath catches when Sylvain climbs up to kneel between his thighs, and it's already a moment of concentration to keep from reaching out to touch his cheek. He's appreciative, hungry... and it coils hot and excited in the pit of his belly to be looked at like this.]
Mmn... I understand. I'll do my best to stay like this.
[fingers curl harder against his knees as the toy slides in, ridges making his hips twitch with each one that slides past the ring of muscle at his entrance. Inhaling a shaky breath, Olivine's gaze turns to Sylvain again as he moves.]
[ There’s a definite glint of mischief in Sylvain’s gaze as he works the toy a little deeper. Thrusting it in with shallow movements as he lets the silicine get slicker each time he presses it a little deeper. Stretches Olivine open around it and works it until the base of the toy is seated just against that tight ring of muscle. ]
How’s that? Comfortable?
[ Although he doesn’t really give Olivine time to answer before he’s twisting the base and turning on the vibrator motor, now that the toy is nestled in place. ]
[the words are breathed on a little groan as Sylvain works the toy in, little by little. it's already hard to keep hold of his knees and just let it happen when he wants to shove into it, to arch up and get it moving harder, faster.]
Ye—auggh-!
[the vibrator kicks on and Olivine's head tips back, brows furrowed at the sudden onslaught of sensation. is it worse against his entrance or his prostate? he can't decide, mostly because in this position everything feels so much more intense. fingers tremble against his skin and he bites his lip.]
[ That smirk is audible as he watches Olivine’s reactions as those vibrations start up. The way he can see the tight ring of muscle clench down around it as his body shudders. The way his cock twitches in reaction to the stimulation, without Sylvain even having to touch him. He can see the tremble in those fingers, but Olivine doesn’t let go. ]
That’s a good boy. Now stay right there for me. Don’t let go.
[ Which is all the warning he gives as he leans down to circle the base of the toy lodged in Olivine’s ass with his tongue, teasing that tight ring of muscle even more. ]
[rude. it's rude!! which, of course, is exactly what Olivine loves and they both know it. every twitch of his cock, the curl of his toes, the way his head shifts to try and alleviate some of the instinct to move, it's all a beautiful display for Sylvain in this moment.
the reminder feels out of place, at first, and the priest's lips part to say something when he leans down, wet pressing against the ring of his entrance, circling that toy.]
Wa-wait—
[nails dig into his skin just to attempt holding still, an uneven, choked yowl escaping his lips. it barely even occurs to him that this could be Sylvain's card and that he's not just tormenting him—which, again, is really what he likes anyway. toes curl and his legs do shift a little, balance thrown off by the additional sensation, but for now he manages to stay steady.]
[ That tongue pauses when his posture shifts sightly, but Olivine manages to hold still after the initial jolt of surprise.
Chuckling to himself - because he knows exactly what he’s doing and how it will feel for the other man - Sylvain resumes his task. Tongue teasing along the outside of that tight ring of muscle that clenches and grips around the toy still humming away in his ass. He can feel the vibrations of it along his tongue, too, so he can only imagine how good that feels lodged inside of him. Especially lodged against his prostate at it is.
The few times he’d been teased with something similar here it had been enough to drive him near mad. So there might have been a reason he picked it.
But his real focus is the slow, tantalizing tease of his tongue circling that slicked entrance. Building the sensations from it, keeping it shallow and not yet dipping past the toy to delve in beside it. Soon, though.
He wonders how much Olivine could actually take alongside the vibrator? His tongue? A few fingers? His cock? Maybe he’ll have to see in a bit… ]
[he was going to struggle with this already, Sylvain. to give him more to focus on is cruelty—which of course means he's gripping his legs harder as the redhead dips back in to resume his task.
it's such a marked difference compared to the insistent buzz of the toy, teasing at a little more but never moving past the edge of that ring. too shallow, not enough. there's one small potential problem with this path, of course, given how wet Olivine is and how much more he's building up in response.]
Syl... vain... haah...
[he wants to ask for more already, but it's been no time at all. just like he wants to give up holding himself in place, to arch up into that sensation and demand more. breath picking up, Olivine lets his head fall back, bites his lip in an attempt to endure.]
Nngh... if you keep... doing that... it'll fall out...
Oh, I’m not about to let that happen, don’t worry.
[ A single finger is tapped against the toy’s base, wiggling it within him and nudging the angle to shift slightly. Letting him feel the movement of it, even when Olivine still has to hold completely still.
And he bites down lightly against the inside of the man’s thigh in playful teasing before turning back to the task the card had given him, teasing that sensitive ring of muscle with his tongue.
Although Olivine has a point in that he’s growing so much slicker from the stimulation. Means he can lap up the taste of it from Olivine’s skin even as he teases the man even more. ]
[it's such a small movement, but Olivine is so worked up it may as well have been a full thrust for how it shifts against his prostate. again his hips jolt, and again he manages to settle back into behaving for now. how much longer? not that much, if the tremble of his fingers is anything to go by.
the soft little bite doesn't help at all, a sharp curse escaping his lips when Sylvain returns to his task. he can't remember the last time it was like this—it hasn't been, really, not where he had to both endure the teasing and also be still.
... but God, it's only been a couple of minutes at most and he already wants to give up, actually? more still when the redhead's teasing starts to meld with everything else in the pleasant haze of it, a flicker of sensation against the constant buzz. nails dig in, release, and he considers the merits of giving up right here and now.
then again, it won't be much longer before he can't hold on anyway.]
[ Sylvain may also be… setting him up to fail. Especially when, after several more moments when he can feel that resolve wavering, Olivine’s need to move, to beg, to do anything in response to the teasing…
He’s totally “helping” when he curls his fingers around the base of that toy and starts to nudge it in and out of Olivine’s hole in time to the slide of his tongue. Shallow thrusts, more of a rocking motion than anything. But each shift of motion grinds the vibrating length down against Olivine’s prostate. ]
[just maybe, he's doing that. maybe, indeed. for Olivine, this is probably a pretty impressive showing of restraint between the two of them, too.
which is why he's maybe not as embarrassed when Sylvain starts moving that toy and he's left crying out, jolting and arching as it grinds against his prostate and he can't help but lean up into it, the earlier warning forgotten. it's only by the fact that his nails give him something else to focus on that they don't release his legs entirely, grip tight enough to dig into pale flesh.]
[ But of course the toy slows, stills, when Olivine starts to move. He doesn’t withdraw it outright - Olivine had managed to keep his legs held spread for him after all and is still holding that position.
But rimming is rather difficult when the target starts squirming for more.
Not that he really minds, and the grin curving against the soft flesh of Olivine’s inner thigh is more than enough proof of that. ]
[ He knows that’s not what the priest is begging for but he teases him with it anyway. Twists the toy within him as he grinds it back in again. Sees how far he can push him with just this. ]
[he was already about at his limit, all things considered, so it's not a terrible surprise when Olivine's body wrenches in response to the grinding, twisting sensation buzzing against every part of him. the fingers of one hand lose their hold in a rough scrape of pale skin to grasp desperately at the sheets, orgasm right there; getting back to the exact position is an impossibility at this point and he knows it. if he dug any harder he'd probably break skin, and that would probably make Sylvain stop too... so this will have to do, whatever the redhead decides.]
[ A laugh, when Olivine finally breaks, but his hands are quick to catch the grip he couldn’t hold on to. He pushes the priest’s legs sharply back to his chest, pinning them there with his own strength now and holding him in place.
And never once lets his tongue drift away, although he nudges the toy now with each circle around his hole. Laps in alongside it, pressing deeper, pushing inside. Nudging the vibrator with his cheek to keep it moving. Making the stimulation unpredictable - especially since he’s not using his hands for any of it, occupied elsewhere as they were. ]
I want you to come for me, Olivine. [ He murmurs the words against the inside of his thigh as his teeth scrape there, sharp and possessive. ] I can feel how close you are. Spill for me again.
[Sylvain doesn't leave him to his own failures long. hands pin his legs down and his back arches into them, brows furrowing. his tongue doesn't stop either, and Olivine can't help but be a little envious of the control in it—in the brief seconds where he can think straight with his tongue circling his hole, finally, finally dipping inward alongside the erratic movement of the vibrator.]
I... Syl... God, fuck. [teeth scrape a thigh and he shudders at the sound of his voice, the sensation sharp against skin.] Coming... I'm coming again—
[honestly, he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to, even if Sylvain demanded it. warm heat splashes over his chest and just barely onto his jaw, his vision fading briefly out as everything tightens up to trembling.]
[ That’s four. But he’s pretty sure he can get five out of this easily enough with a little work. Which is why he doesn’t even give Olivine time to come down after that orgasm. Instead, he nudges the pulsating vibrations of the toy a notch higher, that humming buzz getting a little louder, even as he uses one hand to fuck Olivine with it while the other still keeps one leg bent up and pinned against his chest.
And his tongue never lets up in its torment, rimming him around the buzzing toy, stretching him wider that the dildo can manage and lapping up the slick that coats his skin as he drives him higher, hard and fast. ]
[Sylvain's definitely read him right, and Olivine practically has to bury his face in the bed just to endure the onslaught of vibration fucking into his prostate and ramping him up even higher. That his tongue doesn't retreat at all only makes it worse, greedy hole clenching down on it when it presses inside to stretch him a little wider, legs trembling.
It's no surprise that Sylvain's name becomes a slurred mantra alongside his pleading, and probably not a surprise that the second consecutive orgasm is going to take most of the redhead's strength to keep Olivine in place through. His body wrenches in the face of it, sensitivity digging into his concentration as the buzzing turns to wonderfully awful ache. There isn't even much less spend this second time—fifth time, whatever. It's a much bigger mess too, splattering on skin and sheets alike, his toes curled as he attempts to come back to earth after that one.]
[ Except Sylvain has also been teasing himself this entire time, his cock aching hard and still barely held back by the ring about his base. He holds Olivine down through that next orgasm - if barely, as the priest's body twists and strains as pleasure washes through him, making an even bigger mess of his stomach as he spills.
But there's little pause between those gasping breaths, cock still twitching against his stomach, before Sylvain is all but ripping the toy from his ass and tossing it aside without a care, hearing the vibrations die down - or maybe just grow muffled with distance, he doesn't actually care as he crawls up Olivine's body, eyes dark and wild. ]
Need to fuck you, Oli...
[ Done with the game, his control unraveling, he fists one hand in Oli's hair as he drags him closer and slides in between those spread legs. There's no hesitation now as he guides his own cock to that slick hole and thrusts inside with one sharp rock of his hips, burying himself completely. The toy had stretched him enough and he's slick enough that there's not a lot of resistance, but he's still bigger than the toy had been as he pushes into Olivine's body. he groans with need, hips starting to rock with a desperate rhythm, even as his lips crash against the other man's, hungry and demanding. ]
[The toy pulls out of him and clatters somewhere on the ground, leaving his hole twitching desperately in protest. Not for long, he soothes himself, as Sylvain climbs over him, gaze full of dark and desperate need.]
Ghh... finally...
[It's barely even a word slurred across his lips, broken into a moan as strong fingers fist in his hair and drag him closer. Despite the fact that he's definitely oversensitive now, Olivine relishes in the slide of Sylvain's cock into his hole, moaning helplessly as sharp, electric ache flickers through him. Hips buck into his and the priest shifts, sliding an arm around his shoulder and a leg around his thigh to anchor them together.
Lips capture his and he responds in kind, tongue clashing with the other's in feverish hunger. Meanwhile he's left shuddering as his abused hole twitches and squeezes with every thrust, cries and moans rising sharp and helpless in the air.]
Hu... hurry... fuck, hurts... so good...
[coherency is absolutely out of the question, and even Olivine isn't entirely sure what he's saying or what he wants, other than for Sylvain to fill him up again.]
[ He gives him exactly what he wants, fucking into him with sharp, rough thrusts, burying himself over and over again as he pants for air against Olivine's lips, moaning. He maybe should have gotten rid of the ring first, but this is the kind that only holds back an orgasm to an extent, not completely. And without it? He would have come within the first few thrusts, so he's grateful that he can drag it out more. Wanting to enjoy the feel of Olivine so hot and tight around him, when this is all he's wanted this entire time. ]
Fuck, fuck, Oli, still so tight. Need...
[ He's not exactly coherent either, as his teeth bite down on Olivine's lower lip as his pace speeds, stutters, picks up again, faster and rougher, hips snapping up to sheathe himself fully over and over again. ]
[They may have overworked themselves in the moment, really. Not that it's a problem—it's an enjoyable feeling despite it all. Even if it hadn't ended with the pleasant ache of Sylvain's cock inside him, he'd have enjoyed it.]
Haah... keep... nngh... [His back arches as teeth nip at his lip, gaze unfocusing for a moment.] Fuck... gimme...
[hurry, deeper, hot. He can't be sure if he says any of the words aloud but they crash into his senses with every snap of hips, slapping lewdly in the air. Panting breaths have his tongue out fully, body absolutely squeezing tight to try and milk Sylvain through the ring. A little more, just a little. He's sure of it—]
One more time, Oli. Come for me. Want to feel you…
[ He pants the words out against the man’s lips as he grasps his hips, slamming into him deeply over and over again. Feeling Olivine clench around him, trying to drag his own orgasm out of him. He’s so fucking close, teetering on that edge, but he really does want to feel Olivine clench and spasm around him one more time as he comes.
[it isn't the first time he's come this many times this rapidly, but it's a little more intense this way. legs tremble as he holds on, jolting with every slam of hips that threatens to leave him screaming. there's a thread of dizziness to it when the last orgasm shudders through him, just this side of discomfort. worth it, to feel Sylvain spill inside him alongside every clench and spasm, but God, it's a lot even for him.
six had been the wager, after all. one that Olivine very nearly just had to accept was hubris, in fact.]
[ Sylvain spills inside him finally with a breathless cry, cock aching and pulsing deep within the other man. He can feel Olivine slump back to the bed beneath him and Sylvain goes with him, releasing his hold on his legs as he half collapses, half braces over him and buries his face against Olivine’s throat.
Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
[chest heaving with every breath, Olivine has to take a moment to come back down to just... existing at all. fuck. every inch of him is buzzing, soothed slightly by the warmth of Sylvain's skin in some places, made worse in others. he is a mess, sweat-soaked hair stuck to his face, splatters of white interspersed against skin and silver alike. still full and hot, his head tilts for the sensation of sweet kisses along skin.]
Haah... ah... you're one to talk... Sylvain.
[oh, he's way more exhausted after that than he thought. it's almost enough to make him laugh, as trembling fingers reach up to brace Sylvain's jaw and brush his thumb across his cheek.]
That was... mmn. I wasn't sure I'd make it to six. [a breathless laugh, a little sheepish.] ... my nipples hurt.
[that sure was a lot of jolting movement to go through with clamps on over his piercings. good job, boys.]
[ Sylvain gives him another light kiss before Olivine’s words remind him of that and he casts the priest a sheepish look in apology. ]
Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
[there's a little wince when he pulls the clamps free, a hiss of breath as blood flow returns to normal. no, it doesn't help with the current ache, but it also doesn't leave them vulnerable to getting worse.]
Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
[ Tossing the clamps aside, Sylvain just wraps his arms around Olivine and draws him in close. Wrapping around him, their legs tangled together, he presses a kiss to the top of Olivine’s head, lips curled in a lazy, sated smile. ]
[nestling in close, Olivine closes an eye as Sylvain kisses his forehead, fingers reaching up to brush his hair back. His cheek presses into the redhead's chest, rubbing lightly against the hair there, and he has to laugh as he speaks.]
Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
Mmmm. Maybe we should. Although I don’t think we’d actually have trouble coming up with ideas and dares, between the two of us.
[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
Probably not. It's a little fun for both of us to be surprised, though.
[laughing warmly, Olivine leans into the brush of Sylvain's fingers, his thumb tracing idly over the redhead's side. after a moment, he does hum softly, glancing upward.]
Once you're soft enough, you should take the ring off. The ropes should be comfortable even if you fall asleep, but it's better not to wear rings for too long.
I think it could probably come off now, then. But I don’t mind the ropes. You like those, huh?
[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan, body protesting the movement. But it feels good to slip the ring off all the same, before he grabs a towel off the nightstand so they can clean up the worst of the mess they made.
Once that’s done, he stretches out beside Olivine once more, content to stay here and cuddle for a while. Bask in the afterglow. ]
They do look good on you. [Olivine can't help but laugh, shifting to give Sylvain space to get the ring off and... well, clean them both up.] But I was more worried about how exhausted you must feel, considering even I'm feeling it.
[once he's settled back in, Olivine is quick to snuggle in again for just the same reason. there's no sense in rushing, after all. not when lying here together feels better, his fingers drifting aimlessly over Sylvain's side.]
[ He's managed to kick off his own pants in the process - made easier once he'd rolled them over, at least. His shirt had been dragged off the rest of the way too, leaving him naked atop the other man and now there was warm flesh pressed against his own, making him groan as his hands slide over Baizhu's skin. His mouth returns to capture the other man's, hurried and hungry, as one hand slides down to find the other man's cock to curl fingers around it, stroking it, even as he grinds his own arousal against the man's hip. Chasing how good it feels. ]
[ Baizhu gasps with surprise through their kiss, not so much at the suddenness of it as is the fact that Sylvain had unexpectedly managed to grab his arousal, that hand of his far too gloriously huge and hot and heavy for Baizhu’s comfort.
He sort of loves and hates it when people stronger than him mess with him like this, the way it makes his spine arch and his toes curl…
He can reward Sylvain with a pleased little moan for that, as his fingers scrabble for purchase at Sylvain’s hip, seeking the prize between his legs, desperation finally overriding every part of his brain—even the one so eager to study Sylvain for science.
But it’s enlightening, in a way—he can feel that same desperation building up now, and somehow much more rapidly considering his weaker constitution. He wraps his legs around Sylvain’s then as he attempts to scoot lower, squirming feverishly underneath Sylvain, yet still much too reluctant to break that kiss. ]
[ He twines an arm around the other man’s waist when he starts to squirm beneath him. His mouth is still hot and hungry and demanding as they kiss, but he shifts their position enough that he can widen his grip a little.
Another shift and he manages to curl his fingers around both their cocks, when their bodies shift just so. His hand is large enough that he can stroke them in tandem and the feel of Baizhu’s cock sliding against his own as his hand strokes around them is enough to drag a strained, breathless cry from his lips, muffling it into their kiss as his hips rock down again.
Chasing that pleasure, he does it again, fucking down against the man he’s got pinned beneath him, his own skin feeling too hot as that need washes through him. ]
[ …All right, so maybe Sylvain’s finally got the advantage here. Baizhu’s still a little reluctant to admit that to himself even in private.
So it’s a good thing that Sylvain starts rocking their hips together, Baizhu grinding upward with a desperation he can’t hide. His tongue chases after Sylvain’s as a needy moan passes between their lips, his fingers bunching in Sylvain’s vividly red hair and tugging hard as he tries and fails to regain control of the situation—the experiment—
He should stop and tell Sylvain to slow down, to regain control of the situation, but when he finally manages to break that kiss it’s only to gasp out— ]
[ Sylvain’s not sure he would have been able to slow down, even had Baizhu demanded that of him. As it is, he’s more than happy to obey this particular request, tightening his grip around them both and then twisting his hand slightly, as he sometimes done when he pleasures himself.
All the while, he rocks down against the other man, giving him heated friction to rut against as that heat builds higher and hotter. It’s impossible for Sylvain to even think right now, just chasing mindlessly after that building pleasure, how good it all feels.
How much he, too, wants more. ]
Fuck. [ He murmurs the curse against Baizhu’s throat as he finally tears his mouth away from the kiss, only to nip and suck his way back the man’s jaw and down his neck. Leaving tiny red marks in his wake. ] Fuck, I’m close. Next time… next time, want to be in you. Or have you in me. Either way would be good. There’s only so much more I can give you like this.
[ he could have dropped down to suck him off, honestly, but the friction feels so good against his own cock right now that he selfishly doesn’t want to relinquish it. ]
[ He’d meant to say that Sylvain’s making him feel too much already, that he has far too much experience than Baizhu’s given him credit for. That, well, it’s very hard for him to think when he’s too busy trying to match Sylvain’s pace, unable to hide his gasps and his moans of pleasure when it’s all he can do to just hold on, fingers digging into Sylvain’s shoulders as if letting go would mean losing himself—
And, absurdly, a thought crawls into his mind then—that he had learned something after all, that there’s more to Sylvain than meets the eye, that this experiment is, in a way, a resounding success—
So of course that’s the moment he finally comes with a shudder. ]
[ It’s murmured with a laugh against Baizhu’s throat, even as his pace increases, his hand still stroking them both.
He can feel from the way Baizhu reacts, the loss of rhythm and the hitched gasps for air, that the other man must be close as well. And when he arches beneath him and spills, Sylvain’s only a stuttered thrust or two behind him, grinding his cock down against the other man as he spills over their stomachs with a breathless moan only barely muffled against Baizhu’s shoulder.
Panting raggedly for air, he slumps there for a moment, head spinning and body all but humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. ]
[ He blinks, trying to focus in the midst of that post-coital haze, but it’s proving…difficult. He’s still panting hard, trying to catch his breath, except each one he takes reminds him of one very niggling fact—
There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
[ That gets a snort of laughter from the redhead, which quickly turns into an all-out laugh as his body shakes with it a moment later. It’s enough to have him rolling onto his side, however, even if he drags Baizhu with him to keep him tugged snugly against his broad chest. ]
You could probably say that, yes. You alright?
[ he glances down to study his face, mirth lingering in amber eyes, skin still flushed from exertion and arousal. ]
Oh, my. So the patient wants to interfere with the doctor?
[ Cheeky. But it does draw a tired laugh out of him, because he knows now that Sylvain’s more than capable of it. And now he has to think about how quickly he’d succumbed to Sylvain’s libido, wondering just how amplified his powers had been when they’d coupled together.
Not that he can say for certain—not when he’d been far too distracted by…dammit, so he had forgotten himself after all, didn’t he? This man truly is a formidable opponent.
This is why Baizhu reaches out to gently flick him between the eyes. ]
Not that you aren’t stronger than you look…
[ Or maybe it’s just his skewed perspective from being such a twiggy ass. ]
I have a terrible habit of interfering whenever and wherever possible, I’m afraid. It’s a deep character flaw.
[ Said carelessly, as he remains sprawled there in sated languor. He feels energetic enough to joke, at least. There’s a smirk twisting across his lips as he chuckles, and then wrinkles his nose at the flick of the man’s finger. He might be pouting a little over that. ]
I know, I know, I’m a very impressive specimen. Should I assume that you got the information out of your experiment you were hoping for? Or do we need to repeat it a few more times for conclusive evidence?
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[ Sylvain just arches an eyebrow at that demand, because really, Lorenz? ]
I seem to recall getting an adequate kiss from you and then making my departure. You're right about the apology, unless you'd prefer for me to lie to you over a matter I have no remorse over. But you're the one that stalked after me and made a scene, I should be asking you that question.
And I don't supposed you made sure there wasn't another sprig of mistletoe overhead before you stopped me here, either, did you?
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You and I are not friends, nor are we allies, so pardon me for doubting the innocence of your intentions. Any reasonable man in your position would have moved on as soon as he recognized me, and yet!
[So it's the secret conspiracy to humiliate him thing, again. He makes a face then, pointedly not looking at Sylvain. Mmmm mmm, he shouldn't, ugh-]
"Adequate"?
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We may not be either of those things, but we are at least familiar faces in a sea of strangers. I thought - mistakenly, apparently - that that at least might count as something, but I'll consider myself corrected and not repeat it, then.
[ He's not really miffed, but he's good at playing it, as he releases his hold on Lorenz waist without warning. ]
Trust me, 'adequate' was a compliment. You're going to have to get some more practice in, Lorenz, if you're going to get through this game of theirs. Or at least learn how to pretend to like kissing.
[ Is that a taunt? Absolutely. ]
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Your concern for my welfare is so touching. [dry...] Not that it's any of your business, but under the proper circumstances, I enjoy kissing just as well as anyone else.
[A beat, pointed. Ahem. Anyway. The "game," ugh.]
You need to work on your compliments.
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[ Stepping back and away from the other man, that sly smirk remains in place on Sylvain's lips as he props his hands on his hips. ]
So did you chase me down to attempt to improve my poor opinion of your skills or can I just tune the rest of this out and continue on my way now? It's okay, some people get performance anxiety. I promise not to tell anyone.
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Ahaha— you know, it's quite reassuring to find that after all these years, you still behave like the lout you were at the Academy. Vapid and one-note all the way down; I was nearly afraid you'd gone through any kind of personal development.
[sorry bud........
Lorenz puffs himself up a bit, giving his hair a little flip. Hmph.]
If you so desperately want me to prove my skills to you, you will have to keep your hands to yourself.
[That's absolutely the handful of food and drink he's had from this awful place talking, but like, just... stand there?]
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And this is why you only get an ‘adequate’. You’re not meant to keep your hands to yourself when kissing, you realize? Where did you learn how to do this, with a training dummy?
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You misunderstand me yet again— Your hands have grabbed at me enough for one day, and so must remain at your sides; mine are under no such obligation.
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Ahh, I see. So you want me to imitate the training dummy for you. Got it. Alright, then, Lorenz. Let’s see what you’ve got.
[ He crooks his finger at the other man before deliberately - and dramatically, tucking his hands behind his back and standing there patiently, one corner of his lips quirking upwards in a smirk that definitely holds a hint of a dare in it. ]
deadass flipped a coin for whether this went smoochways or whacking in the face ways. sighs
[Ha HA take THAT-- anyway this is absolutely not an admission of kissing a training dummy, don't even start. He ignores the crooked finger for both of their sakes - Sylvain might as well not have hands! It's real! - and steps back in closer, on purpose, considering Sylvain with a slight cant of his head. Perhaps if he pretends Sylvain is still some anonymous redhead...
Whatever. He cups his cheek with one hand, settling his other hand down on his hip - honestly, a little bit just to be annoying about the whole hands thing - and leans in to kiss him before he does something else infuriating like wiggling his eyebrows. It isn't hasty and indignant this time but softer, slower like one might kiss an actual lover.
Let the record show: he's better at kissing when he's not constantly pigtail-pulling and having an episode about mistletoe. Kissing the rude little smirk off Sylvain's face is a bonus, for sure, but mostly Lorenz isn't thinking about that. No, despite it all, it's easy to focus on Sylvain's mouth warm against his.
(Let the record show, 2: ugh, he's going to be so insufferable)]
Lbr that’s a constant 50/50 with these two
At least this kiss felt a little bit more like a real kiss. Not that the angry one earlier hadn’t been fun in its own way. But there might just be hope for Lorenz yet.
Sylvain bumps his estimate up to maybe two weeks before Lorenz gets eaten alive by this place, with cautious optimism.
And while he behaves himself and keeps his hands tucked behind him, as he’d been instructed, Sylvain doesn’t need those to continue playing the tease. His tongue brushes playfully against Lorenz’s lips, seeing if he can coax him into deepening this kiss. Loosening up a little more. Maybe doing more with his own hands than just resting one against his hip. ]
passing him a note that says "get out of my school" energy
(It helps, of course, that even without letting Sylvain touch him he still feels that residual bloom of warmth, like earlier—probably a trick of this place, but whatever.)
All things considered. Each piece weighed against the others, and separately. All things thoroughly considered, he... does prefer Sylvain keeping his hands behind his back. Who knew he could listen! So maybe Lorenz does tilt his head just so, and part his lips invitingly, although not without a light hmm against Sylvain's mouth, so he doesn't suddenly become obnoxious about it.
It's certainly preferable to being pestered and mocked about his kissing prowess. Hmph. He slips one hand around to the back of Sylvain's neck and the other up from his hip, actually, to rove a little directionlessly over his chest.]
he did that already
But just so the other man doesn't think he actually needs his hands for this part, he tips his head slightly to better improve the angle where they meet. Deepening the kiss on his own, he delves in to challenge Lorenz' control of the moment. Putting his considerable skills to use here, because his reputation hadn't all been gossip after all.
And he wants to see if Lorenz will fight back, or get distracted and give in. ]
he'll do it again
Now, it would be... weird, for Sylvain to not participate even if he can't use his hands; it would be very strange, and Lorenz acknowledges that, and yet he still feels the press of Sylvain's tongue and assumes that this is another scenario in which every possible response eventually leads to yet another "ha ha silly Gloucester you are so stuck up and unworldly" moment, which.
Well. In his defense, that's already happened here, like, twice. So he pushes back instead, intending to stay in the lead with more heat to the kiss and teeth tugging at Sylvain's lower lip.
Impatiently drumming his fingers on his chest is just the Lorenz Extraness Moment, as a bonus.]
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He enjoys the rough edge the man’s added to the kiss, making a soft sound of approval as he, for once, surrenders to it. Letting Lorenz have the win and the control for the moment as he leans into the other man.
Still keeping his hands behind his back, of course. ]
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It's not what he expects; beyond mockery, he'd have thought Sylvain would only ever want to be blustering on about his many skills by charging on ahead. Hm.
Well, he's learned something new, he supposes. He hums into Sylvain's mouth, like, thoughtfully? He's evaluating even now, weighing the situation at the same time as exploring the inside of Sylvain's mouth. One of them tastes like those gaudy cocktails, maybe both - it's hard to tell.
After a moment Lorenz dips his hand down, fingers tracing Sylvain's chest and around his side to grip one of his wrists. Without pulling away from the kiss he holds for another beat and then taps a finger against Sylvain's hand, pointedly. He may have one hand, for good behavior.]
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So without pulling away, he slides it around to lift and cup against the nape of Lorenz' neck. Fingers thread in his hair there, even as he draws him closer again, letting his hold shift the angle slightly. Teeth nip lightly at the man's lip as he gives a thoughtful hum in return. And maybe lets his nails scrape lightly against his scalp as he holds him still to kiss him deeper. ]
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But ah, he's with the program, problem averted. And it's not only good-because-no-one-ruined-it, it's good because it's good, the feeling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp sending a shiver through him, undeniably compelling. He slides his fingers up to Sylvain's shirt collar and then dips just barely past it, settling against the column of his throat. Ignore that his hands are a little cold, that just happens.
The thing at the back of his mind that pulls a string taut suspiciously every time Sylvain so much as twitches finally doesn't, for once; Lorenz makes a noise that is... tentative approval, when Sylvain kisses him deeper. He slides his tongue against the other's, licking into his mouth as invitingly as he can muster.]
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The tug in his hair is a lot more clear, at least. He makes a noise, brief and low with the feeling that it would be a little chiding if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Yes, yes, he gets it-- he presses further into Sylvain's mouth, kissing him deeply again, and then - pulls back, to press a kiss to the other's lower lip, then down to his jaw, and on... He's maybe accepting comments now.]
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…Granted, there’s a very good reason for that.
He hums as he comes up for air, letting that grip in the man’s hair loosen to card fingers through it instead. Nails raking lightly against his scalp. His eyes are a shade darker, but his lips are curved in a familiar grin as he tips his head slightly. It bares his throat to the trail of Lorenz’s lips as it works around a breathy swallow at the feel of his mouth moving across sensitive skin. ]
Hmm. Not bad. Looks like there’s hope for you after all, Lorenz.
[ Yeah, it’s probably a bad idea to let him talk. He can’t seem to help himself when there’s someone he can taunt a reaction out of. ]
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At least Sylvain has the decency to react to the downward trend of his lips; that's nearly good of him.]
I knew you were incorrigible, of course, [muttered against his skin, this, and punctuated by another kiss,] but I had presumed your dedication to self-sabotage was, hm, unintentional.
[Trying to tick him off while he's being so nice and generous? Sylvain!]
I should have realized from the start that you would deem me mediocre regardless of anything actually observed. That much is my own mistake, I will admit.
[Another sigh! Woe is Lorenz, yet again. And yet he's still giving Sylvain this attention, despite it all.]
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Is it self-sabotage when it’s working? [ Don’t try to understand Sylvain logic, that way lies madness. ] And I never said you were mediocre. In fact, I’m pretty sure I implied the exact opposite.
[ …Sort of.
he turns his head then, returning the favor of kissing his way down the other man’s throat, perhaps worrying a small mark into the pale skin there with his lips. And maybe a hint of teeth. Just enough to see what Lorenz would do.
…Or how long it would take him to remember they were still in public. Not that Sylvain is worried about that overmuch. He suspects these crowds have seen far more scandalous sights. ]
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[Is this what Sylvain considers working?? Sure, Lorenz has kissed him quite a few times and in various places, but is that Working... Is that Successful...
He's not going to argue that Sylvain definitely implied he's mediocre, because he absolutely did; he simply scoffs and rolls his eyes, which Sylvain doesn't even see! The nerve! But ah, the press of lips down his neck is - pleasant, enough that he generously pushes his hair out of the way without comment.
Well, almost. Must Sylvain nibble at him. His shirt collar goes only so high.]
Mind yourself.
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[ He feels that's a very valid argument here. Obviously something was successful.
The mild warning just has him sucking instead of letting teeth press in. Although that's just as likely to leave a mark, really. He chuckles as he does it, because that was specifically above the line of Lorenz' collar for a reason. Although he might not realize there's anything there until later. ]
Why? Not enjoying yourself, Lorenz?
[ He's taking that baring of his throat as evidence to the contrary, but he lets his hand slide free to slide down over the man's torso now. and maybe purposefully flicking his thumb over where he knows the man's nipple is tucked away beneath his clothes, circling the area with teasing intent. ]
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[Have some self-respect, Sylvain, he's been mean this whole time. He's being mean right now, scoffing as Sylvain sucks a mark into his skin. That's definitely going to be a point of contention Later, when he realizes it.
Groping his chest gets a soft hmm out of him, as if he's thinking about it. Is he enjoying himself, what a great question.]
I wonder. All things considered, I could be enjoying myself more.
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That comment gets a faint pinch of his nipple through his clothing a moment before Sylvain pulls back with a smirk. ]
Well, I'd offer to do more, but that might quickly turn much more scandalous than this, and we are standing in the middle of the casino still. [ Just in case you'd forgotten that part. ] But if you insist...
[ His hands definitely lift to start undoing the first few buttons of Lorenz's shirt without hesitation. ]
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The pinch makes his brows knit abruptly from the sudden jolt of it. He frowns, so point to Sylvain for that one, it seems.]
Ahaha. My, I had no idea you were funny for all these years. [Dryly, as he puts his hands over Sylvain's to halt his button-plucking.] Were I to insist, you would know.
[Alas, he will not be enjoying anything here in public, good gracious. Horrible suggestion, Gautier.]
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Was that your subtle way of saying you want to take this to somewhere more private?
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With you, of all people? No. I need tolerate only so much commentary on my barely adequate performance in a single day, thank you.
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[ His voice is sing-song with bemused humor, but he does let his hands fall away to prop on his hips once more, watching Lorenz fix his clothing with a crooked grin and a hint of laughter in amber eyes. ]
And barely adequate gives you so much room for improvement. Think of all the fun you’ll have practicing!
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Beg pardon? I believe you are the only one with undue criticisms of my- [um] -bearing and manner. My success is guaranteed.
[You know, eventually.]
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Oh, yeah? And how many others have you kissed like that since we've arrived? Are you sure you're getting an accurate representation here?
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Not that it is any of your business, [and what are timelines--] but— one. And it was much more enjoyable.
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Lorenz, our kiss was perfectly enjoyable, if you could get out of your head long enough to find it that way. Your only complaint about it was that it was with me. [ But he hadn’t really expected even this much give from the other man, so he supposes he’s a little impressed he even got it.
He reaches out to pat the man on the shoulder, the movement somehow both placating and mocking. ]
It’s fine, I won’t tell anyone you’re looking for more practice. Unless you want me to, in which case, you’ll likely be having volunteers showing up in droves. Good luck with that.
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My complaint is that you insist on treating me like this. I am not a charity case.
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Suit yourself. Come find me if you change your mind.
[ Not that he expects him to. Had that been his intention all along? Hard to say. ]
for Tighnari
[ That just has Sylvain's grin turning a hint impish. ]
Completely unfounded optimism, clearly. Or maybe just in hopes that my charms might eventually redeem myself. Does that count?
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Well, that is yet to be seen. We'll have to find out. [ back to sipping his coffee - ] So, what should I call you?
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I’m Sylvain. You said your name was Tighnari?
[ Not a name he’s ever heard before, but this place is already proving to be full of people from places unlike anything he’d ever imagined were even possible. ]
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Yes, I'm Tighnari. It's nice to meet you, Sylvain.
[ he'll just.. shift aside with him, to an area not infested with mistletoe, where people aren't squawking at them to make out. ]
May I ask where you're from?
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[ Sylvain has to chuckle at that, lips quirking into a brief smirk. Despite that statement, he seems to be pretty relaxed and taking this in stride. But he glances around the room, still occasionally keeping an eye out for any familiar faces. ]
I come from a land called Fodlan. What about you?
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Teyvat. More specifically, the nation of Sumeru is where I was born, and where I live. I miss it alredy.
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He does look intrigued at Tighnari saying he missed it already. A sentiment a lot here share, probably. Sylvain's not sure he's one of them.
Then again, being kidnapped to a sex resort had the ideal timing of getting him out of a battle he'd never wanted to fight in the first place, so to say he's in no hurry to return... Well, that wouldn't be an understatement. ]
What's it like? Your Sumeru? If it doesn't make you homesick to speak of it?
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Don't worry, I'm happy to talk about it. Let's find somewhere comfortable to sit, hmm?
[ with a smile, he waves for sylvain to follow him toward the nearest empty table. ]
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Reaching one of the empty tables, he automatically tugs out a chair for Tighnari without even thinking about it, the move merely considered polite where he comes from. Not that he can really guess what anyone’s social status would amount to around here, but he doesn’t really care about that part much either. ]
Will this do?
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So, Sylvain. My Sumeru..
[ tighnari looks distantly thoughtful. ]
It's beautiful. Partially rainforest, partially desert, and overseen by the Dendro Archon of Wisdom. It's a nation of learning.
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His eyebrow arches upwards at that description, trying to picture it. ]
That's a pretty vast range of environments. I take it your... Dendro Archon? Is someone important? [ It sounds like it anyway. That name definitely sound like it came with Capital Letters for Extra Importance.
What the hell is a Dendro though? ]
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Yes, she's Sumeru's Archon. Our god, as it were, and our leader. The Sages also oversee the Akademiya, but they're outranked by the Archon, naturally.
[ she is a god, after all.. not that that matters very much to tighnari, personally, but he does respect and believe in nahida. that she's a god is irrelevant, it's her heart and intent that matter most. ]
No archons in your Fodlan, I take it?
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Well, it’s long and winding but it eventually turns into more than just talking, but actively doing something about it. Which is how Sylvain finds himself in one of the back rooms at that evening’s masquerade, plucking a card out of a box and staring at the word ‘pet’.
He gives a yelp as he’s immediately herded off to a private room, casting a startled glance back over one shoulder at Tighnari, mouthing a quick Help! before he’s pushed through a nearby doorway.
Which is how he ends up stripped down to just the tight trousers he’d been wearing and a black leather choker now twined about his neck, a tag dangling from it that reads dog. ]
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tighnari is likewise ushered to the box, and the card that he draws is, thankfully, master - so he's able to gesture to the door sylvain was herded through. ]
That one.
[ the attendants shrug, and guide him toward the closed door and into the room, where sylvain awaits him, stripped down to his trousers. oh. he's certainly built beneath those clothes, isn't he? tighnari arches a brow, allows himself a short look, then offers a slanted smile. ]
Well, I suppose this worked out.
[ he flashes his card. ]
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I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. Can’t say I was expecting this sort of game to be back here, but maybe I shouldn’t be.
[ His gaze drops to the card Tighnari holds, curiosity flitting across his expression as he considers the other man. ]
Have you ever done something like this before?
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[ and that's sure all the answer he's going to give! :) at least for now. a slanted smile curves his mouth, and tighnari locks the door behind him, setting the card down on a table nearby before approaching sylvain, his gaze settling on the tag. ]
Dog, hmm? Do you enjoy pleasing others? Or do you just like your tummy rubbed?
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I would say I’m very good at pleasing others, but enjoying it… Eh. That tends to be more subjective. And I can think of things I’d prefer to have rubbed other than my tummy, but somehow I don’t think that’s what you were asking.
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I wasn't, and I think you know that.
[ tighnari rolls his eyes, but lets it go, brushing past sylvain with a flick of his tail to instead settle himself on the edge of the bed, leaning back on both hands. ]
Now, in order to get that payout, you need to perform your duties as a pet to my satisfaction, hmm? Do you think you can do that?
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[ Considering they’ve only shared a brief kiss under the mistletoe before this, he has no idea what Tighnari might have in mind for this. Or even what he likes, for that matter. ]
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[ tighnari leans forward, looking up into sylvain's face. ]
I know we agreed to try this, but I need to know you're willing. That this is still okay.
[ consent is sexy, okay ]
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Oh, I am very willing. It's a little different from what I'm used to, but I don't mind that, either. For the most part, I enjoy exploring new things. And I know how to convey if we stumble across something I'm not okay with. The only thing that comes to mind...
[ He pauses for a moment, nose wrinkling up in a grimace, because it's always risky, giving up vulnerabilities so easily, but... he hardly wants to surprise a partner in the middle of things either. ]
I don't mind people gripping me at the back of my neck, but I can't take someone holding from the front. The collar is a little different, it has a different feel, so it's okay to be pulled by that, but not a physical hand.
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Understood. You have my word.
[ and tighnari, too, will be happy to tell sylvain should he cross any boundaries as well, though none come to mind immediately. with all of that sorted, however, tighnari sits back again. ]
Now.. be a good boy and come over here.
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Hope you weren't expecting me to crawl already.
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No. I would've instructed you to, if that's what I wanted.
[ one hand lifts, his padded palm pressing to sylvain's cheek, brushing the ginger hair from his eyes. he's very handsome, really - tighnari could certainly have done worse for himself. ]
Kiss me again.
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That order is as easy to follow as the first one and there’s no hesitation in him as he leans forward to where Tighnari is still perched on the edge of the bed. Hands come to brace on the mattress to either side of his hips, just to make the angle better, before he leans in to press his lips against the other man’s.
It’s slower than the first one they’d shared. More sensual, now that they were in private and doing it for their enjoyment rather than for the sake of an audience. He takes his time with it, tasting and exploring with a quiet desire. ]
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very good. very nice. his shoulders begin to relax.
tighnari's hands move, smoothing over sylvain's broad chest, tracing along planes of strong muscle, well-toned. it's impressive, really, he must take good care of himself. tighnari's thumbs roll over his nipples, teasing, and his mouth curves into a smile against sylvain's. ]
I appreciate your confidence.
[ and tighnari can be confident, too. hooking his hands over sylvain's shoulders, he pulls, coaxing the man down and onto the bed with him. ]
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He's pretty sure he probably consumed or inhaled something along the way - that seems likely in a place like this and he's just been doing his best to roll with it, but with Tighnari's fingers on his skin, teasing against his nipples, it's even more pronounced than before. He bites back a soft moan, the sound muffled into Tighnari's kiss as he lets himself be tugged, falling onto his side on the mattress beside where the other man is perched.
It gives him a much closer look at the tail he'd spotted in passing a few times. It flicks back and forth and he can't help but reach out to brush fingers over it, before realizing that might be rude and drawing back. ]
Oops, sorry.
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when he feels those fingers against his tail, tighnari smiles, his tail curling forward to drape across sylvain's forearm. ]
It's all right. I give you permission.
[ sylvain may touch the tail. and the ears. turning his head, tighnari drags his mouth along sylvain's jaw, then whispers warm against his ear. ]
Tell me what you like.
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He runs his fingers through soft fur when permission is given, still kinda wondering at it, and that it works like a real tail. Well. It is one, he knows, but it’s still so far different from anything he’d known before today. He’d been just as amazed by Aspen’s wings.
He shivers again when that warm breath teases against his skin, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment to just enjoy it.
But that question… was both simple and more complicated than Tighnari realized. Which is why Sylvain offers him a sheepish shrug in reply. ]
I like that you care what I like. Beyond that, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy anything you throw at me here. I like all of it. [ And he’s far too accustomed to adapting himself to whatever his partner wants or needs. ]
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Well then. All right.
[ he chuckles, his tail giving a light shiver beneath those exploring fingers - it's quite sensitive.
pressing his hands to sylvain's shoulders, tighnari pushes, rolling him onto his back with.. surprising strength, considering his size, but tighnari's arms and back are toned well from archery, he's got a little more kick in him than one might think. smooth and sinuous, he slides onto sylvain, one knee pressing between his thighs and up, applying pressure to his groin. meanwhile, his hand coasts down, fingertips dragging in a circle around his navel before sliding lower, through that soft trail of dark ginger. ]
Let's see how long it takes to make you snap.
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[ His response is chuckled as he lets himself be pushed over onto his back and maneuvered where Tighnari wants him. He doesn’t offer any resistance, but his hands do come up to clutch at the other man’s hips as he positions himself over him. There’s a quiet groan when that knee presses up against him, his own hips rocking against it shallowly in automatic response. Not a lot, just enough to enjoy the pressure and friction of it.
He watches those fingers trail down his torso with anticipation and interest. ]
Although isn’t this backwards? If you’re the master, shouldn’t I be pleasuring you right now?
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[ that grind upward is rewarded with a nip to the shell of sylvain's ear, and tighnari's thigh pressing a little harder, but he's soon carefully undoing sylvain's trousers, popping open the top button. ]
Don't worry, I'll get my pleasure, too. But first I want to see you squirm.
[ for as delicate and sweet as he looks, tighnari's tone is anything but. his voice is lowered, rougher as he drags down the short zipper, then slides his hand into the heat of sylvain's pants, palming at his cock through his underclothes. ]
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Hmmm. Well, I'll do my best to be a very satisfying toy for you, then.
[ He can't say he even minds the idea, even if he's normally one who maintains a pretty firm grip on his control. Not that he's let that slide just yet - he's played this role without giving anything up before. But he suspects Tighnari might see through that easier than some of his previous partners did. ]
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he gives no response, only leans in to press their mouths together in another lingering kiss, his padded fingers teasing a little while longer before he hooks his thumb into sylvain's underclothing and tugs down, releasing his cock from its confines. from there, he drags the very tips of his fingers along its underside, so slow, so teasing, feather-light and soft.
tighnari's lips part, and he drags a fang along sylvain's lower lip, tugging, following it up by a swipe of his tongue. his breathing is a little more rushed now, his hips arching downward, grinding himself against the top of sylvain's thigh. ]
You feel nice..
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He slides his thigh slightly so he can press it up more firmly against Tighnari. Giving him friction to move against, even as his own hips rock up shallowly into that touch. ]
Think… think that’s supposed to be my line, too.
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Is that so..?
[ his smile is evident in his voice. tighnari enjoys this, enjoys teasing, working his partners up slowly and almost painfully, until they're ready to burst. sylvain is responding beautifully, and tighnari is happy to enjoy the sight of him as he arches and breathes and rolls his hips. it's enough to have tighnari's blood running south as well, growing stiffer in his pants, hot and hard as he presses his hips down. ]
Feeling good, hmm?
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You could say that, yes.
[ Fucking understatement, more likely. ]
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Good.
[ tighnari is enjoying this, too. he drags his fingertips for a little bit longer, up and down his full length once, twice, three times, before he finally closes his fingers around sylvain's girth and gets him fully in hand. he pulls in slow, deep strokes from root to tip, his thumb swiping over the wet tip. ]
Big boy.
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[ His eyes slam closed again as those fingers stroke him more firmly now, his fingers dropping to curl into the sheets beneath him. And yeah, Tighnari's right, he's hardly small, but it feels incredible to have those fingers stroking like they are.
Sylvain, who's far more accustomed to keeping his control, even to the point of choosing how much he lets himself fall into his pleasure, is struggling to do anything of the sort. It washes over him, leaving him shuddering at the stimulation. If he could actually string a thought together, he'd be a little amazed that it felt so easy. Or maybe he'd be suspicious that it was so easy. Hard to tell.
Luckily for both of them, he doesn't actually give a damn right now because he's far more distracted with how good this feels. ]
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Mmm.. good boy.
[ he whispers, before he's dropping another line of kisses down his throat, and along the ridge of his collarbone. he's feeling flushed now, warm and aroused, his pulse kicking up and his ears laying back against his hair - tighnari is good at this, at being in charge, being decisive, knowing what he wants.
sitting up a little bit, tighnari reaches down to undo his own pants. ]
Put your hands on me.
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He feels the man above him start to move and those lust-darkened eyes flick open once more to watch, dropping when those hands drop to unfasten his own pants.
Sylvain’s hands are quick to slide up his thighs, though, since those are the closest parts of him in reach. ]
Any preference where? [ There’s a deliberate pause there before he casts Tighnari a cheeky smirk and lets his voice drop into a huskier note before adding on the last bit. ] …Master?
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That's right, and don't you forget it. Touch my back, and my tail.
[ he murmurs, before surging downward to kiss sylvain again, freeing his own cock so that they rub together when he rocks his hips downward. with both of them in hand now, tighnari strokes them together as best as he can with his small hand, gathering precum with his thumb to lubricate the way. ]
Now, what to do with you..
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Calloused fingertips sweep along the line of his spine, the faintest scrape of nails adding an edge to the touch, before he wraps fingers around the man's tail and strokes down it like one would a cat. Curious and exploring, even if it is more than a little distracted by the strokes of Tighnari's own fingers. ]
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but then he's moving again, giving their cocks a few more slow, deep strokes before he releases them to lean over toward the nightstand, tugging open the small drawer there. inside are a number of toys, which.. tighnari considers for a moment, before he draws out the tube of lubricant beside them. ]
Now, undress me.
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He has no idea how his pants work with his tail, but he supposes he’s gonna have to figure it out quickly.
And he might eye the sweater a moment after removing it, fingers twitching to fold it, but there’s nowhere to put it, so he sighs and tosses it over to drape on the chair not far from the bed instead.
His inner neat freak will just have to deal for now. ]
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then he's taking sylvain's hands, guiding them, using them to help to tug his leggings down over his thighs and off, leaving him entirely nude, the lichtenberg scar reaching down his chest and right shoulder and arm on clear display.
after that, tighnari plucks up the bottle of lubricant again, while he moves to straddle sylvain's hips again, grinding down hard and slow to create warm, pleasurable friction. flicking the tube open with his thumb, tighnari spreads the lubricant against his fingers, his brown-green eyes shifted downward to watch sylvain's face as his hand drops again, dragging slippery fingers along sylvain's cock. ]
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Then he gets distracted because Tighnari is grinding down against him once more, naked this time, and then adding the slide of slicked fingers, making him give a breathless groan as his hands grip the man’s hips, nails biting lightly into skin.
He’s a little surprised that Tighnari starts slicking his cock, but he can work with that, whatever the other man wants with him. Still, he does slide his hand around to trail fingers along the underside of his cock. ]
Let me? [ He lets his gaze drop to the tube of lube, knowing he might have an easier angle for this. ]
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I'll allow it.
[ tighnari shifts his weight a little, lifting his hips and curling his tail up against his back.
he's flushed and warm by now, his cock hard and reddened, slick at the tip and aching to be touched, but he's just as disciplined with himself as he's being with sylvain.. for now. he wants to wait, wants to enjoy this all thoroughly and completely. his pupils are blown wide as he looks down into sylvain's handsome face, his ears swiveling forward, at attention. ]
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His fingers slicked, he slides his hand down between them… not reaching for his own cock, but slipping between Tighnari’s thighs so he can slide them back to circle that tight ring of muscle. Coating his skin with the oil in preparation before letting a finger slip inside of him, just up to the first knuckle. ]
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More..
[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]
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His own cock aches, but he ignores it for now, needing to focus on what he’s doing before his own anticipation (and heightened sensitivity - not that he realizes that) gets carried away. Fortunately, Tighnari is very distracting. ]
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with a low, soft hum tighnari begins to rock his hips gently forward and back, forward and back, fucking himself slowly on those fingers, their cocks sliding together. ]
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And maybe let calloused fingertips explore and quest for what will bring him the most pleasure in the process. Learning him and committing his reactions to memory, as he so often does.
Considering the difference in their sizes, he glances down the lines of their bodies as Tighnari moves against him. ]
Can you take a third?
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Yes, I can.
[ he'll have to, really, if he wants to be able to fit that cock. tighnari is a small man, but he knows how to use his body, and he understands biology - he can adapt easily, and know how to make it good and pleasurable too.
sylvain is doing well, though - those seeking fingers soon strike gold, sliding against the warm lump of his prostate in a way that makes tighnari gasp inward, then exhale in a low, pleasured whine. ]
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Sylvain’s smile is slow and knowing as he brushes his fingertips over that spot again, loving the reaction he’d gotten. He uses it as a distraction over the next several moments as he starts working a third finger into him, taking his time, but making sure to send pleasure arcing along Tighnari’s nerves every few strokes.
Feeling him tighten, watching his body arch… It was beautiful and Sylvain wanted to watch more. Wanted to see what other noises he could draw from his lips.
While one hand continues to stretch him open, his other slid down to wrap around their cocks, stroking them in tandem, slow, and alternating with how he worked his fingers into the other man’s body. ]
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then those fingers are around their cocks, and he exhales a breathless laugh. ]
Mmn.. I don't remember giving you permission to do that, my pet.
[ but he's smiling, clearly teasing as he thrusts into the hold of sylvain's fingers. ]
Don't stop.
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[ The cheeky retort is offered with a faintly crooked grin, but he doesn’t stop anyway.
HIs own voice is more than a little strained, his dark eyes watching hungrily as Tighnari rocks above him. Tight around his fingers, he can’t wait to feel that motion when Tighnari does ride his cock, the thought making him shudder and arch up into his own grip, sliding skin against soft skin in the process. ]
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[ yes, he's ten thousand percent distracted. he's all warmed up now, hard and stretched and ready, feeling hungry, greedy, feral. tighnari gives himself a few more minutes anyway, his hands resting on sylvain's chest as his hips continue to roll, taking his fingers in deep, pushing his cock through his grasp until there's no more discomfort at all, only sweet pleasure and the thrill of anticipation. ]
Fingers out.
[ he's ready. ]
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He withdraws his fingers with a groan, releasing his grip on their cocks as well, even though he gives one more shallow rock to grind up against the heated body perched above him. ]
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lowering his hips again, he slowly, carefully takes sylvain into his body, sinking down, feeling the deep, burning stretch. it aches a little, he's thicker even than his fingers had been, but smoother, and tighnari breathes slowly as he seats himself in sylvain's lap, taking him in deep. ]
Give me.. a moment..
[ eyes closed, he exhales slowly, softly, and urges his body to relax. ]
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[ Sylvain’s eyes slam closed as he shudders beneath him, because Tighnari might have been trying to prepare for this, but having the other man take him in as he did sends shivering waves of pleasure through him as he tries not to arch up into him. Wanting to give Tighnari the time to adjust he needed, but also.
Fuck, he was tight and it was taking all his willpower not to fuck up into him to bury himself again and again. ]
Fuck, you’re still so tight. Maybe I should have gone for four…
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Mm.. maybe.
[ a low chuckle, and tighnari opens his eyes again, glancing down to see sylvain in exquisite agony, deep and tearing pleasure that pleases tighnari to see. he breathes in, out, in again, out again, slowly beginning to relax around the intrusive cock, but still remaining as tight as a gripping fist.
leaning back, tighnari presses padded palms and fingers to sylvain's thighs and finally begins to move, giving his hips a slow, experimental roll. ]
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He thrusts up, his own hips rocking to meet him as his nails bite lightly into warm flesh. ]
Fuck, Tighnari, I need you to move…
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[ tighnari whispers softly, his voice dropping dangerously low, and he goes completely still on sylvain's lap, unmoving save for the clench of muscle tight around his cock, squeezing. ]
You don't get to tell me what to do, sweet puppy.
[ he purrs, flicking his gaze back down to sylvain's face, his short claws sinking into the flesh of sylvain's thighs. ]
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But Tighnari going still above him gets a very strained whine escaping him as he closes his eyes again. Mentally cursing himself. And maybe the man tormenting him so well, just a little. Especially when that squeeze tightens and it’s all he can do to hold still. Reminding himself that Tighnari has the control here and if he wants more, he can’t let himself forget that part of their play.
He doesn’t actually mind it, it’s just deliciously torturous and he wants more. ]
S-sorry.
[ Even the bite of claws into his flesh have him shivering and moaning at the sharpness of it, body jolting as his muscles twitch and tremble beneath Tighnari with the strain of holding himself still for him. ]
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There's my good boy..
[ he murmurs in response, claws dragging slowly now along the insides of his thighs. ]
Good boys are rewarded.
[ tighnari moves again, shifting his hips and rocking down into sylvain's lap, feeling the hot slide of his cock moving in and out of his body. tighnari hums, tosses back his hair, and begins to set a slow, but deep, rhythm. ]
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He bites back any comment he might make there, because he’d probably just get himself in trouble again - as opening his mouth tends to do in general. Tighnari makes it easy, at least, by dragging those claws along his skin, making him shudder and jolt up into the touch again, strained moan slipping free, a sound that breaks off into a breathless noise when he finally starts to move. It’s enough to drive every last thought right out of his head because it feels so good and he can only rock with him to meet that rhythm, wanting to be buried deep within him, but also relishing the tight squeeze and friction as he rises and falls again. ]
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sylvain's response to the praise is a little muted, but still noticeable for one so perceptive as tighnari. good to know. tighnari chuckles breathlessly, and slams his hips down a little harder, taking sylvain deep in a way that makes tighnari gasp. ]
Does the puppy like it when he's told he's a good boy..?
[ tighnari murmurs, his voice like smooth silk, and soon enough he's beginning to pick up the pace, rocking his hips a little more quickly, a little more deeply, taking his cock right to the base with every downward roll of his body. sweat begins to dew on his flushed skin, his tail shivering with every thrust. ]
Now fuck me like you need it to breathe.
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But the permission - order? - is way more his speed and something he can eagerly give.
His hips rock up immediately, sheathing himself deep in the man's body, setting a pace that's faster and rougher than the one Tighnari had set for himself. One hand grasps at his hips, holding on more than anything. The other one, though, it slips around behind him to play with the soft fur of his tail for each thrust of his hips. He hadn't missed the reactions Tighnari had to being touched there, picking up on the fact that it was sensitive and not just soft.
It's a tease, as he builds his pace, his speed. Playing the same way Tighnari had up until now. His own skin is flushed and slick with sweat now from the exertion - and also the strain of holding himself back before. He's not holding back now, though.
And then he lets his hand slide away from Tighnari's tail to wrap fingers around the man's cock instead. Not stroking him, not even teasing. Just letting the almost brutal pace he'd set rock Tighnari up into the grip of his curled fingers with every rock forward. ]
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nevertheless, tighnari isn't thinking about that right now. he's not thinking about much of anything once sylvain starts fucking up into him hard and fast, and tighnari's vision begins to spot around the edges. he bounces hard in sylvain's lap, crying out as he's slammed into again and again, his back arching forward, his hips snapping down over and over to meet every single thrust. ]
Fuck -
[ he hisses through his fangs, the hand around his cock almost too much, but he reins it in, bites the orgasm back in order to let the pleasure stretch longer and longer. he rides sylvain hard, brutally fast, each thrust eliciting a sharp moan, his claws sinking hard. gods, it's so good, it's too good.. tighnari is already close, and he's sure sylvain surely must be too. ]
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Except the fact that yeah, he is getting very very close. His jaw is clenched as he struggles to hold it back. Despite the fact that he'd slipped earlier, his mindset now, at least, is still matching the role he'd committed to play here and despite how badly his own pleasure is building, he holds it back, waiting for Tighnari to get there.
Besides, he's a delicious sight atop him and Sylvain's eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, as he drinks it in. Watching eh expressions play out on his face, the way he moves, the noises he makes. He doesn't want to miss any of it.
It's only when he thinks he's not going to be able to hold it back any more that he slams his eyes shut again, even though his pace never once falters, not in the way he fucks up into Tighnari, or the way his fingers stroke against his cock. ]
Fuck, I'm... I'm close, Tighnari, please...
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it occurs to him that he could make this much worse, that he could edge sylvain into oblivion right now, and honestly, the idea is tempting, but.. he holds off. another time, perhaps, once he knows sylvain a little bit better, once the two of them have more time to discuss their likes and dislikes. so for the moment, sylvain is granted mercy. next time tighnari may not be so kind.
so rather than holding still and stopping, tighnari goes harder, his movements sharp and erratic as he allows sylvain to slam up into him hard and fast and brutal, fucking him open as if he were nothing more than a doll to be used. ]
Cum for me. [ he hisses through his teeth, precum staining sylvain's fingers as tighnari begins nearing his own peak. ] Now.
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Nails dig into the other man's hips as he rocks up into him once more, twice, and then thrusts up to bury himself deep as he tips over that edge. His head falls back as he spills himself with a hoarse cry, body trembling at the force of it. His own hand clenches lightly around Tighnari's cock, not releasing him, although his own pace falters a little in the process. ]
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with a sharp, shuddering cry he releases, thrusting hard into sylvain's grasp, spilling over his fingers and onto his stomach in warm waves. his abdomen tightens, and tighnari's entire body shudders, locking up tightly as he arches, lost in the rolling wave of pleasure that crashes over his head. ]
Oh, gods -
[ he whispers harshly, all of the strength leaving his body as he slumps forward, barely holding himself up with his hands braced against sylvain's chest. ]
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He lets his hands slide up over Tighnari's spine, though, and then down over his tail in slow, soothing strokes. ]
Yup. That was incredible.
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Mhmm..
[ he murmurs, arching downward when those hands smooth down his back, then over and along his sensitive tail. it lifts, curling around sylvain's forearm, the fur dense, soft and smooth. ]
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So he just keeps stroking it for now, especially when Tighnari makes those contented sounds. Which is a Mood. He hopes their don't need this room in a hurry, because he really doesn't want to move right now. He grins, curling fingers in that soft fur. ]
So. Did your pet manage to satisfy you after all?
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and then he's crossing both arms over sylvain's chest, and resting his chin upon them to be able to better look into his partner's face. a pleased smile plays at the corners of his mouth, but not too pleased - can't have sylvain getting a big head over it all. with a hum, he slowly rocks their hips together, chasing the warm aftershocks of their pleasure. ]
.. I would say I'm properly satisfied, yes.
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Besides, with Tighnari still seated on his softening cock. he's pretty sure he can feel that purr and that just gets a soft groan from him. One that deepens when Tighnari rocks above him making him shiver and arch all over again with a breathless laugh. ]
Properly, huh? Pretty sure absolutely none of that was proper.
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also he sure does purr!! it's a nice sound, velvety and soft, warm and inviting, vibrating through his body. he'd never considered using his purr in, uh, the sort of way that sylvain is enjoying, so.. that's a bit of a revelation, and something good to know. ]
Well, then perhaps I'm in need of more satisfaction.
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But he still manages to reply in the most deadpan tone, ]
Oh, no. Whatever shall I do?
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Well, I suppose I can allow you to rest for a little while..
[ kind of him, right? ]
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How generous of you. Are you saying you don’t need one?
[ He reaches down between them, stroking his fingers along the length of Tighnari’s cock. ]
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anyway, he shudders when those fingers graze his cock, still oversensitive, and hums. ]
Well.. maybe a short one.
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Sylvain just chuckles again, withdrawing his hand to go back to stroking along Tighnari’s spine. And his tail. Because it really is freaking soft and his fingers keep twitching to go back and pet it more.
Tighnari, your tail might be addicting. ]
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also his tail is absolutely addicting. it's soft and thick, the fur luxurious and well taken care of, and it isn't long before tighnari is purring again, his tail shivering lightly beneath the pass of sylvain's palm and fingers.
it feels nice. resting his head down against his partner's chest, tighnari closes his eyes and folds his ears back, content to enjoy the moment for what it is. ]
for Olivine
[ Sylvain's actually pretty adept at picking up on subtle cues like that. He'd had to, to navigate the entanglements he'd so often found himself in back home.
Still. It's an interesting way to phrase that answer and Sylvain thinks he can read between the lines enough to pick up on some of what Olivine is actually saying. ]
So I'll take that as a 'no' but you either felt responsible or beholden anyway. Am I close? [ One corner of his lips quirks upwards as he watches for a reaction. ] The Monastery where I went to the Officer's Academy was pretty strict and rigid in their ways, as well. Wasn't really my type of thing, either. Pretty sure I scandalized just about everyone there, in fact.
[ The ones he hadn't actually managed to seduce, anyway... ]
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I—
[look, Sylvain, that's rude, it's his job to catch on to those things, not have them used against him!! Olivine supposes he should have considered the possibility with their similar thoughts, though.]
... it isn't that I dislike it... but yes, there is a sense of responsibility.
[one that he often failed, in the eyes of those who once mattered the most. If not for Eiden and the others, he still wonders if he ever would have escaped that place. Even without knowing the details, it's plain that it's an uncomfortable subject, and he inhales a slow breath before shaking his head.]
I'm glad that people trust in me so deeply. But as you may imagine, a priest is someone who devotes their lives to others. I chose that so early on, and once I began, there was no changing it.
It sounds like you found your freedom in your own way, Sylvain.
[and he means it, as the film of regret melts away from his face. Is he still using his work to sidestep his own issues? Well, yes. Even if he's not as ashamed as he once was, he's still hesitant to burden anyone else with his circumstances.]
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Luckily, their server chooses just then to deliver the tray of food and drinks for them to share, buying him a moment to figure out how to reply to that.
Freedom had never been in the cards for him. Then again, not even the fates could have foreseen this loophole, he supposes. ]
If this place counts as 'freedom', I suppose I have. I'm probably one of the few new guests here that's looking at this place with potential instead of as an unwanted interruption. [ A pause, as he realizes he should give a little more than that in exchange for the confession he might have surprised out of Olivine, even if he hadn't intended to put him on the spot. ]
I was born into my responsibilities. There was never really an option for a choice.
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[but that, spoken so plainly, Olivine cannot misinterpret. The words could have come straight from his own mouth in that moment and it wouldn't have been amiss. He himself hasn't put much thought into this place as a whole, but it certainly doesn't seem too inconvenient.
Not when he's not alone, anyway.]
... we're not so different, in that. In truth, it's easy to call something a choice, but when there is no alternative... [just to give him something to do, Olivine reaches for the trays, gently adjusting them on the table. It does occur to him that it's honestly... a lot of food... for just two people.] But there is always a chance at freedom... I think. No matter how unlikely or distant.
[He hopes.]
... apologies. I didn't mean to make things... heavy.
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Pretty sure it was my question that started it, so that’s all on me.
[ He reaches for one of the jars of wine, opening it and giving it an experimental sniff before sliding it across the table towards Olivine. ] Care to try some? And this… is a lot of food. I hope you’re hungry.
And I suppose my scandals were a little of that. I think they were probably more a rebellion against the inevitable, if anything. My father dismissed it as me ‘sowing my wild oats’. [ A snort, as he rolls his eyes, because while he’d endured countless lectures on his decorum in private, his father was always all bluster in bragging about his heir in public. ] Maybe that made him feel better about all of it.
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[Olivine peers at the wine for a moment, taking a moment to follow suit in sniffing it. It smells... intriguing. Sweet and nutty, almost sharp with a hint of mint.]
It... really is a lot, isn't it? I have a decent appetite, but this might be pushing it.
[pouring a glass, Olivine offers the drink back in turn. God, it's hard to think others had to go through things like he did... his expression is as understanding as it is pained. Almost as if to cover himself, Olivine takes a drink of the nutty wine, slowing his response in the space of tasting it.
Nutty, cold. A little sweet on the tongue.]
... it seems to be how they view it. A simple dalliance, if it's inconvenient. Worthy of utmost praise, otherwise.
[His eyes turn their gaze, staring off into the distance emptily as the drink works its way through him. Before he can think through it, the words slip from his lips.].
No matter how small the misstep, it's always the end of the world, isn't it? W disgrace, but only when there is something to pick against.
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He takes a slow, measured sip to brace himself, enjoying the flavor of it, different to most flavors he’s used to back home. Sweet, but not too much so. ]
Let me guess, they’re pretty obsessed with ‘perfection’, too? Whoever they are? Impossible expectations you’re never gonna be able to manage to meet? Or if you get close, the bar just gets moved higher?
excuse me while I just go throw Olivine's parents into the sea tbh
Mm. [just thinking about it still makes him feel sick. truthfully, Olivine would rather run from it, pretend that nothing ever happened and just... move on. but maybe it feels wrong to just back out after saying so much, after they've shared a... really concerning amount, actually, after such a short time. and in half-public space.] The bar has never moved, I don't think. They... my parents simply have very strict expectations, and I was...
[maybe it's the drink, too. things he doesn't want to say, thick and bitter and hateful against the sweet, calm cool of the wine. it feels as if... maybe, if he says them aloud to someone other than himself, they'll stop tearing into him. he's already disappointed them so many times...]
"A desecration of the holy priesthood." [the words are so familiar that he no longer needs to see them to remember. to go back to that...] ... the church's doctrines are extremely strict, after all. But... I can't just stop being who I am. I never wanted to be constrained to a single temple, only able to help those closest to me.
I'm... lucky. I had friends to help me realise I didn't have to be that way. It hasn't made the memories fade, but carrying them is a little easier.
Ahhh, a fellow member of the I Have Shitty Parents club! Well met >.>
If that’s what they told you? Well, fuck them, then. No offense to you, but… No one should ever make you feel like you have to stop being who you are. And I’m glad you had friends to help you get away from that.
[ …Which is a fine piece of irony, coming from him, but Sylvain never claimed to follow his own advice. ]
customary cookies at the door and all, it's cool it's fine
Please, don't worry too much about me. Their criticism is natural, and it's a test for me to pass as a temple priest myself. The reality, what the others helped me to see, was that... things like that, the things that I wanted to do for myself, were the ones worth enduring their criticism.
[back home, he can't really escape them in the end. it's just not reasonable. he does notice the similarities, as he has before. maybe there are more still, but he's doing his best not to be too nosy.]
I'm sure that you know as well as I that it's easy to speak those words than it is to follow them... but there's nothing wrong with that. One's life has no timeframe within which to find their way.
and copious amounts of alcohol
[ Unfortunately, he has a lot of experience with criticism. ]
But it's good you've kept such a positive outlook about it, it seems. Most people would be bitter, for having to endure that. [ Not talking about himself there, nope.
As for that conclusion... It has a shadow briefly flitting through warm amber eyes as he takes a long drag of his wine, letting the sweet nutty flavor of it fill his mouth. ] I dunno. Some people have a time frame.
Honestly though
And they would have every right to be bitter about it. [He sees through that one, though he's careful not to prod too deeply at the wound.] One need not be positive to deserve the friends and acquaintances to help live beyond their hurts.
[and then... it's hard to say how to respond to those words. He isn't sure if Sylvain is talking about himself or about some loss or another, or perhaps something else entirely...]
... plainly spoken, one's lifespan is a limitation, yes... [He could be off base, but there aren't a lot of other "time frames" in one's life. Hesitantly, quietly then:] are you afraid for yourself, or regretful over someone else, sir Sylvain...?
[almost immediately, he regrets it. They've only just met, and here he is talking like the man is one of their faithful, like he has any reason to not just get angry at the audacity of asking such a thing. Well, he can't take it back anyway.]
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My country back home has been torn apart by a terrible war for the past five years or so. There’s rarely a day that’s gone by, of late, that I haven’t wondered if I’d see the next dawn. Or which of my companions might not.
[ And the battle that had been looming today was one he’d been dreading above all. He doesn’t know whether to be pathetically grateful for this timely kidnapping, or start grieving for all he knows he’s likely lost by now. ]
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it's darker, certainly, but it only makes his hand draw up, resting over his own heart in the sensation of empathy there.]
... I'm sorry. I can hardly fathom what that must have been like, how terrifying... [a little bit, sure. particularly after his most recent bout of utter stupidity, the knowledge that he's only still here because of the others... but to protract that for five years, even under the best circumstances...] I can... imagine you must be struggling with how to feel, being here. A reprieve, but with no knowledge of what to expect when you get back...
[that's been on his mind too, after all. particularly with Eiden here, when the others need him, and yet there's such a traitorous relief, a selfishness in having that break, isn't there?]
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It feels pretty wrong, to be grateful to be here, on so many levels. I still haven’t decided if I feel relieved or guilty. Or maybe guilty I’m relieved? That probably fits, too.
[ Faerghans do guilt a little too well, after all. ]
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[Olivine sips his drink again, slowly to account for how infrequently he imbibes, and his brows furrow in an almost sheepish smile.]
But I think guilt is a little too much to bear. You didn't ask to come here. You didn't abandon your friends, or forget their struggles.
For now, all we can do is breathe. Until we can find a way back, it's better to recuperate than keep running yourself down. If your friends and comrades are anything like mine, I'm sure they would be relieved to find you safe.
At least... that's what I think.
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[ As far as his typical defensive reflex of teasing goes, this one is gentle and fond, lips curving up into a smile as he pushes away what he can of his darker worries. This really isn't the time or place for them, and sitting here brooding over things he can't change isn't going to do anyone any good. ]
I'm still trying to convince myself of all that, honestly, with varying levels of success, but thank you for the reminder, all the same.
[ Something in that statement makes him thinking of something else, however, and he glances across to study Olivine curiously once more. ] Have you found any of your friends here yet?
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[He's so quick to fall into the banter, happy to let their respective darker thoughts fade into the background. The words are so painfully earnest, too, despite the fact that this is their first meeting. His struggles are reasonable and honestly, fairly mild in the scheme of them.]
I am happy to repeat it so long as it may help.
[hand on heart, Olivine closes his eyes for a moment, only to open them again at the question. oh... there's a soft tinge that rises to his cheeks then. Olivine is not hard to read.]
Ah, yes... just one, so far. His name is Eiden, and he's... a-ah. I'm rather... selfishly glad he's here. I wouldn't be the same person without him.
[warm and shy, Olivine is almost vibrant whenever talking about Eiden.]
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I don’t mind at all, in fact.
[ That smile turns into a grin at the sight of that blush as he leans forward in interest. Even more so when he realizes he knows that name. ]
Ahh, I think I met him earlier today. [ In a closet. It was a very interesting seven minutes. ]
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[If he had a tail, it would be wagging about now. There's a pleasant buzz there in the back of his mind, a distant reminder that he's been drinking at all, but it isn't even that noticeable.]
Ah! Then you know. [Olivine laughs, and though he doesn't know the circumstances, he knows Eiden. Sylvain's lack of irritation informs much of the remaining questions, the ones that matter.] he's just so... free to be himself. Completely, unabashedly himself. I trust he took good care of you, too.
[He doesn't actually put any implication in there, because... well, he doesn't need to. Eiden taking care of people is as second nature as his absolutely filthy mind, as far as Olivine is concerned.]
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I suppose I do. We, uh, got locked in a closet for a bit until we worked out how to get out.
[ He'd been a little worried that admitting that might spawn some jealousy, but from Olivine's reaction to Eiden in general, maybe that wasn't the case at all. Or maybe people just did relationships differently where they came from? He was already finding out there was a vast difference in what he'd always taken for granted and what was considered normal for many people here. ]
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[no, he certainly doesn't seem jealous in the least; if he asked, Sylvain can probably guess Olivine would be happy to explain; the clan members' relationship with Eiden is already pretty unusual. Now though...
... well now he's thinking about getting stuck in a closet with someone, the varied things they could be made to do to—]
Ah... but I'm also glad you made it out without too much trouble, it sounds like. I'm a little envious of the first meeting, if I'm honest. [what were you even imagining, Olivine? This little admission does get him to pause though. He hadn't meant to say it aloud, and his eyes drift down to the drink. Had he had too much already??? He doesn't feel tipsy...]
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You wish you got stuck in a closet? [ He sounds more bemused by that than anything else. ] Well, there’s still plenty of those around, it’s not too late. Although the dressing rooms in the store were a little roomier. And, ah, very easy access.
But yeah we made out without too much trouble. [ Yeah, he totally meant that slip of the tongue. ] Eiden was telling me they were having us play something called seven minutes in heaven? It was not something I’d heard of before, but not quite so different from some of the games we’d played back home when we were younger.
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Ah- no, I— [excuse him, he's just going to seep through the floor now. despite how he rubs his cheek, it doesn't stem the flush of red that rises out of it. the deeper gulp of his wine he takes after is neither a good choice nor helpful in hiding his embarrassment.] That isn't what I meant... I'm not sure what made me say it like that. I just meant it would have been a little more... exciting than meeting me normally like this.
[he's also not sure he'd like to clarify it as "it would have been nice meeting you somewhere a little less... polite," either. it would be a little better if it didn't sound like he's putting himself down a little, especially since he's really not. it's just that meeting over lunch is so mundane. (never mind that he met Eiden literally when he was running errands for the church.)]
Seven minutes in heaven... I'm not surprised he recognised it, somehow. Eiden seems to be so versed in things like that. [there's a pause, a very sudden realisation that he should probably explain—] Ah. Eiden isn't from my world, either. I'm sure if we were from the same one, I would be more sure of what he called it.
[he giggles a little then, head shaking. But it does... sound like something similar to a "game" I've heard some of the older children whisper about, too. Maybe a little childish... but it could be fun. I can imagine it didn't stop there for some people, too.
[boy, can he imagine.]
I've only been in the dressing rooms briefly, at that. A leash decided to attach itself to me and pull me in there, so I... didn't really have that much thought toward looking around. [he was too busy soothing Basch's embarrassment. he does not say this. it's the strictest confidence, okay.]
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He reaches across the table, laying his hand over the one that's not desperately clutching his wine glass, and gives it a small squeeze while winking at the man. ]
I don't know. I think this was a good way to meet. And there's no reason things couldn't always turn more "exciting" after we have our meal, if that's what you'd like. There are still plenty of collars and leashes and other inventive toys back there to be explored yet.
[ Oddly enough, Basch had been dragged to him in roughly the same manner, so he can understand. ]
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Olivine's fluster tends to ease faster than most, and well... he's not so ashamed of just how much he wants to try anymore. It doesn't ease the blush any, but there's a notable shift in it, at least. Sylvain never implied he wasn't interested, nor that there was any reason he shouldn't offer, but the warmth of his hand and the wink capture Olivine as well as any collar and leash ever could.]
... I didn't mean that it wasn't... I'm glad we got to talk this way.
[His voice is a little softer, still as warm but with an undercurrent of interest. Olivine likes forthright and earnest people, and the redhead giving such delicious options so freely is—ah. He was doomed from the start, wasn't he. Olivine is quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully. What he wants to say (everything, let's try everything) and what he ought to say aren't ultimately so different, but he's a sucker for being clear himself. Mostly.]
... I would like that. I wouldn't know what to pick, but maybe we can find something a little more... exotic to try? Or something you've wanted to try.
[His gaze flicks away, to the warmth of their hands together on the table. Olivine has about a million shy instincts, but he does seem to lack shame. Funny, considering how this conversation started.]
Mm... after we eat, of course. And you're very kind to offer... so thank you.
[will this be the fastest he's ever eaten? No, probably not, but it sure isn't going to make him slow down about it. Rest assured that he'll also be spending basically the whole meal imagining what Sylvain will do with his newfound knowledge and power.]
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His fingers brush against the back of Olivine's hand for a moment before he withdraws it, turning his attention to serving them both from the platter of food they'd ordered. Especially now that they had dessert to look forward to, as it were. ]
I'm not sure 'kind' is the right word here, but you're welcome all the same. And we can find anything as exotic as you like. I happen to enjoy trying new things, and trust me, there's very little you could say or ask for that would shock me.
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It's kind to me. Just because you'll also get something out of it doesn't change that... I don't know what will really catch my eye until I look again, though. Even some of the things I've done before might feel different without the piercings.
[That's certainly a statement to not elaborate on. Really though, how strange. It really is starting to feel like he's changed a little... like pursuing something enjoyable for himself isn't so bad. The camaraderie isn't hurting matters any, for sure, alongside the assumption of Eiden's truth and interest. A soft hum even rises on his lips as he starts to eat, content to let his mind wander a little whenever they're not actively talking.]
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One eyebrow arches upwards as a smile hovers around his lips as he takes a few bites of food. ]
Piercings, huh?
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[He has to remember his manners, don't speak with your mouth full. Chew and swallow, and then answer.]
I ah... have a couple, yes. [not quite coy, in spite of any potential small bites one could argue are there just to hide behind. Still, the words are spoken softly, perhaps to keep them harder to hear by prying ears.] I had pierced my nipples a few years before meeting Eiden.
[It makes a certain amount of almost sick sense, when you think about it. Nipple piercings would be easy to hide and easy to maintain... and certainly puts their interests into some more glaring focus.]
Honestly it feels almost uncomfortable not having them anymore. I'd been hoping to find something to at least fill the space, but... [but no luck yet, clearly.]
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[ He and Felix may have used something in the body jewelry for very non-piercing uses but luckily hadn’t been caught at it. It had been the only place they could think to find sharp metal objects.
He pauses to take another bite before offering, ] We could look while we’re there if you like?
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[He's an aesthetic bitch, he deserves it. Also Sylvain, why. It's reasonable enough though, given they took basically everything from the wildcards...
To that point, Sylvain makes that offer and Olivine lets himself take it at the most base offer, given the unambiguous reason they're planning to go there in the first place.]
... I wouldn't protest, if you don't mind. Maybe you could help me pick something to try now.
[Maybe it's a matter of course to Sylvain, but Olivine would prefer to be clear. It gives an excuse for more conversation between bites.]
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[ He's still figuring out how the currency works here, of course, but should Olivine find something that catches his eye, Sylvain doesn't mind figuring out how to make the system work in their favor. ]
Do you want something new, or just replacing what they didn't allow you to bring with you?
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[again. Olivine hums thoughtfully at the question, head just a little hazy in his thoughts.]
Oh, I think anything would be new. I'd made my own jewelry, before... [a beat, a moment of realisation.] or... were you thinking a whole new piercing?
[He clearly wasn't, but by the way he bites his lip, he's both thinking about it now and not... at all against it. He's a healer, after all.
The biggest problem would honestly be choosing a location.]
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I think it matters more what you're thinking. So what would you like?
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[on second thought, Sylvain and Eiden meeting is probably a terrible omen. Terribly wonderful. Olivine doesn't huff, doesn't quite pout, but it's a very near thing. bully him more, Sylvain, it's very fun. his head ducks a little before he speaks again.]
I'm... not opposed to getting something new. But I'm not entirely sure where I would put it.
[he's had thoughts, especially about one particular place, but... that's more recovery than he's wanting right now.]
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Well, there is your cock, but I feel like that would ruin the rest of the afternoon’s fun. You said you have your nipples pierced already so, hmm… What other places do they pierce in your world? I think mine is probably not as adventurous as some of the others represented here.
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T-that... even with my healing I think that would be a little dangerous, yes. As to other piercings... I'm not entirely sure. Most of the people I've met don't have many, but as far as I understand it, most anywhere with enough skin can be pierced. I read a book once about some tribes that pierce most of their faces... mm. On someone else, there would be the navel, but that won't work for me. [it doesn't occur to him that he hasn't explained that, and currently his gemstone is at least mostly covered. his eyes close in concentration, trying to remember all the things he'd read over the years, in quiet secrecy.] And... the tongue is common, too.
[common and, let's be real here, swift to heal even without assistance.]
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The tongue would be fun, that might be a good choice. Why not the navel, though?
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[Olivine laughs softly, hand moving to rest briefly over his gem.]
I'm one of the clan members of the Grand Sorcerer, who is the one in our world who balances the elemental altars. That's Eiden for us, right now. Each clan member has a gemstone that signifies their contract with the Grand Sorcerer. Mine is at my navel. It... I assume they didn't take it because it could have killed me to do so.
[it's a terrifying thought, especially now that he knows a little more from Rei.]
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So there's... different altars for different elements, in your world? [ Interesting. He ponders that a moment while taking a few more bites, before asking the obvious question. ]
May I ask what element yours is?
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Mm, yes. According to our history, the crystals contained in the altars are the remnants of the God of Klein's kindness, in sending His sons to bring life to our world. Each of the territories cares for the elemental crystal that resides in its respective area, and said territory is shaped by the abundance of that element. [obviously extremely abridged history-slash-theology lesson given, he smiles at the question.]
If you mean the gemstone I bear... I don't know that it has an inherent element. [one would think it would correspond to the territory they came from, or even the color of it, but... well, clan contracts are weird, he supposes. After a moment of consideration (and a few more bites of food), he continues.] I suppose it might be more aligned with water, since I was born in the Water Territory, but... well, it's always just seemed to help me focus essence in general.
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Then again, he’s pretty sure if he tried to explain Fodlan to some of them, they might have the same confused reaction. Hells, he was confused by Fodlan half the time.
Still, the prominent question that stood out after that… ]
…Essence?
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this doesn't stop his laugh from being a little sheepish (again), and he smiles at Sylvain.]
Essence is, basically speaking, the energy that all living things exhibit. It exists as an ebb and flow on Klein, and manifests most of the wonders of our world. The seasons and mysteries, even natural disasters are often linked to the fluctuation of essence in the surrounding area. It's a little more complex than that, of course, but I'll save you the lecture for now. [he laughs, ducking his head and picking up another piece of food to eat.]
Mm, for clan members, though—we accumulate essence from the surrounding area naturally, and need to find ways to expend it. I'm still not entirely sure if that will stay true here... but I also don't suspect it will be a problem if it does, for me.
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[ He looks intrigued by this, questioning between bites of food as they make a dent in the meal before him. ]
Do you expend it through the gemstone? Is that what it’s for?
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[Olivine clears his throat, trying his damnedest not to let his thoughts drift back to the water territory. to dragging himself out of bed, to almost—]
Oh, no. The gemstones really are just the mark of our contract with the Grand Sorcerer. They represent... [a pause, his brows furrowing. what was it Rei had said? there's so much new information that even he struggles to recall it all at once.] They represent the power that we were lent in order to fulfill our duties.
Releasing essence can be done in many ways, thankfully. In most cases, adequate rest and relaxation will be enough.
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In most cases…?
[ Was this something that needed to be worried about here? Because none of that sounded pleasant. ]
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Well, we have essence grass and other herbs that can be made into teas, to help regulate it. It doesn't affect just we clan members, though it's more commonly an issue with us.
As long as we're still lucid, Eiden—the Grand Sorcerer, that is—can easily regulate our essence, given our contract. [the tinge of pink is as telling as his words.] Any sort of intimacy will do, so long as it helps us to focus. If we're not, then... evidently, the best practice is to find where our essence is most strongly concentrated and give it any way out.
[and the way he rubs the side of his neck would be an awful lot less telling if Olivine wasn't usually fairly still outside of his gestures.]
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So he just gives another light squeeze of his hand before finishing the last bite on his place and offering the last sip of wine to Olivine. He looked as if he might need it. ]
Well. At least you’ve landed yourself in a really good place for intimacy. Just in case. Want to get out of here and see what else there is to see in this place?
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the offered wine is—well, it's not really necessary, but he doesn't turn it down. all the better to get them through the last of the meal and drink, and honestly out of the stagnant air and... relative public-ness that he's just realised they are, technically, in. ... .... ........
at least most of what he said was already well-known or unimportant information. oof. taking the last sip of the wine with a modicum of grace, Olivine sets the glass down and squeezes Sylvain's hand in turn.]
I suppose I really have. And I've met no shortage of good people thus far. [Sylvain included, naturally! he finally pulls his hand free, shifting to push his seat back.] I would like that. Though, curiosity aside, I'm more interested in just spending some time with you.
[gross. what a soft boy, a goober.]
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[ Sylvain's gaze is bemused as he pushes to his feet and then holds out a hand to Olivine in invitation. Their tab is paid with one of his vouchers - and he'll ignore any objections to the contrary before tugging Olivine out of the restaurant and into the halls outside the casino. ]
So. Piercings, hmm? Have you decided what you might want yet?
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[but he's still gonna say it like that, taking the proffered hand and joining Sylvain in standing. It's the first he's had a chance to really look over the taller man, and there really is just something so... breathtaking about him. They're similarly broad, too—not a significant surprise when the other had kind of implied being some kind of soldier.
Olivine doesn't protest too much when the other wants to pay, already just planning to pay him back another time for it (or, y'know, later tonight maybe); it's a relief to be out of the restaurant and into the halls.]
Mm, I haven't settled. [Olivine inhales a deep breath of the slightly fresher air, shaking his head.] I'm leaning toward the tongue though, unless something really catches our eye.
[something in their price range, of course.]
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Well, that will certainly add a fun and interesting aspect to certain activities in this place...
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[There's just that soft noise as Sylvain tugs him along, a soft smile drawing over Olivine's face at just how he acts. Only a stumble or two will happen unless it's really intended, as Olivine catches up to each stride.]
It's not an unpleasant side effect, though I do hope my healing works properly. I'm not sure I'd want to wait too long before trying new things...
[or old things made new by the addition.]
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I can try and help, if yours isn’t working properly. Granted, I’m not sure what Faith magic I know will work correctly here either, but I can try?
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[He's not used to being around other healers at all, except maybe a few of the other priests... so forgive him if he's practically sparkling as they walk.]
Would you tell me a little more about it, later?
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It’s not something I really trained in or studied, but I helped out in the healers’ tents after a battle or two and some of it was emergency triage on the battlefield. I basically know just enough to keep you alive until the actual healers show up. Which should still apply to a piercing, I suppose. I’ve just never had to test that before.
[ Most of what he knows had been from helping Mercedes or Annette when they were about to drop. Or when Felix got an unfortunate hole in him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Or when he got one in himself. ]
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[fascinating. Olivine does duck his head just softly at the piercing comment, really trying not to be too excited for it. Between just... meeting sometime he finds so interesting and the prospect, it really is such a comically short walk (even if it's not, physically).]
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[ Sylvain just shrugs, dismissing the praise out of habit, because the tendency to downplay any of his better traits is so ingrained in him he often does it without even thinking. Not unless it had to do with the face he showed the world. And that kind of knowledge and cleverness? Never did him any favors.
But they reach the store and head inside, Sylvain leading the way to the department that held all the piercings and other body jewelry. He’d eyed a few of them himself with interest earlier, but wasn’t quite ready to be that adventurous just yet. Olivine, however…
Sylvain gestures to the displays in front of him with a sideways glance and a grin. ]
Alright, now I’m officially out of my element. Where would you like to start?
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Your really smart friends aren't the ones who learned it, though. [He can't help but laugh in the face of it.] No matter how much you downplay it.
[but he's not scolding, the words soft and warm. Sylvain doesn't have to say the words for Olivine to be able to be impressed, after all.
When they reach the store, the displays of jewelry is certainly... eye-catching. His gaze wanders over it briefly, lips pursed in a soft o.]
Well... it'll need to be something a little thicker to avoid the risk of the tongue healing over it... [He murmurs it thoughtfully, fingers tracing over one covered section. ] I tend to gravitate toward blues and blue-greens, but I don't see anything yet. Does anything catch your eye?
[Is he curious what Sylvain thinks would look good on him? Maybe. Despite himself, Olivine has always had the desire to show off for the right partner.]
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Olivine’s preference for color gets a chuckle from him, because that’s an amusing bit of irony, isn’t it? ]
Then let’s find you something suitable in some shade of blue, shall we?
[ It takes a little bit of hunting to find the kind of piercings they need, but the store really does have a selection of everything and anything imaginable. They’re both browsing through the options when a glint of blue - although it was truly more teal in shade - catches his eye. It’s a deceptively simple stud, but there are faint ridges on the surface, soft enough not to irritate but enough to give it some texture.
He taps the glass above it to dra Olivine’s attention. ]
What about this one?
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He does glance at Sylvain when he chuckles, wondering what was funny about what he'd said, but he doesn't ask.]
It doesn't have to be, either. That's just what gems I usually gravitated to when I wanted to make something for myself.
[He's not protesting at all, just giving a caveat for the... probably unlikely chance that they'll find nothing at all.
Very unlikely, it turns out, though they have to go through a truly dizzying array of pieces in all sorts of shapes and sizes to find them. Olivine is, as usual, not hard to read—even if these aren't perfect, the utter curiosity and fascination on his face is plain. And then Sylvain taps the glass and draws his attention over, gaze falling on the soft teal in its cute little stud.]
... you have a good eye for this.
[Olivine almost laughs—of course he may have just caught to the first hint of blue, but even so, it's a pretty exquisite choice. (Can they afford it?? Well... probably, at the very least between them.) Little ridges are only just visible around the edges, and he has to wonder if Sylvain even noticed them before. Not unlikely, he decides, given his earlier comment about it being a little extra fun in some situations.]
I like it. I think I can afford it, too...
[He really doesn't intend to have Sylvain pay for this, of all things.]
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[ A piercing might not qualify for that, technically, but it certainly fit in with the rest of the rules of their so-called game. ]
Were there any others you saw that you liked?
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[then again, they are wildcards and a little loss for some bigger gains later might just be enough. his gaze drifts to the cases again, exhaling a soft hum.]
Nothing permanent, but I did get some ideas for later. I think I'll probably take these— [they tap one of the nearby cases, containing a pair of simple, silver nipple studs.] just to keep those from closing on me.
[not that he would mind re-piercing them (or having them re-pierced), but it seems pointless when they went all this way to specifically choose something new.]
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[ He’s already glancing around to wave down a nearby sales person so they can get the silver studs out at least, intent on making sure Olivine has what he needs. Whatever that ends up being. ]
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[so, he implies, he would like to do that. not that they couldn't do it later, but not even asking feels like giving up. he can admit it's... weird, if a little refreshing, not to have to convince people to take money from him, though.]
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Still, Sylvain just winks at him. ] Then let’s see what we can get away with then, shall we?
[ Which just prompts him to turn on the charm, and maybe more than a little flirtatious bartering. It helps that the salesgirl is eyeing Olivine with stars in her eyes from the start, so talking her into doing them a favor (and also maybe getting her hands on him, however briefly) seems to be very convincing.
It costs two of their clothing vouchers, but they manage to get a deal for the pair of nipple studs and a tongue piercing with the pretty blue stud they’d seen in the display.
Sylvain doesn’t look all that repentant over any of it, either, as he gives Olivine a playful shove towards the back room so the girl can give him his new piercing. ]
Good luck!
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We shouldn't need to—
[barter that much. Sylvain is a wonder to watch, though, charming and flirtatious in a way that he's at once glad and disappointed he hadn't gotten to see before now. of course, given the point of said charm, that's for the better and he does understand that.
it's all a bit of a whirlwind of conversation, for someone who isn't used to bartering in the first place. seemingly out of nowhere, they're handing over the clothing vouchers and the salesgirl is already prepared to head back into the back room. the little jolt from the shove brings him back to the task at hand, at least, and he gives a somewhat... bewildered smile to Sylvain.]
It's just a piercing... but thank you.
[if there was ever a moment to realise that maybe Olivine is not exactly into women, it's probably that one. he doesn't even seem to think past it, just slipping into the back room to get this all... well, done.
what goes on there will forever be a mystery, probably. some conversation happens, just barely audible, and in the end, Olivine isn't much worse for wear when he escapes. a little disheveled, his shirt a little askew, maybe even a little swelling on his lip, but overall? just fine. the salesgirl seems at least mostly satisfied, and leaves the two to themselves now.]
Mm. Sorry for the wait.
[ah, there it is; the inevitable lisp. even if his tongue wasn't swollen, the sudden shift of talking with a rigid bar in your mouth is notably not so easy to just... overcome, especially when it clicks against teeth. he'll have to speak a little more slowly, he thinks, to mitigate it more.]
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Before tugging Olivine away from the jewelry department once more. And if they end up vaguely heading back in the direction of the dressing rooms... well, that's the part of the store he's most familiar with right now, don't judge him. ]
Did it go alright? Is it still hurting?
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he does manage to thank the lady as he's tugged away from the department, keeping up a little better than his first stumbling step outside, fingers curled warmly against the other's hand. does he like being dragged around? yes, shut up. and it's fine, the dressing rooms are convenient anyway.]
There's a little ache, I haven't tried healing it just yet, since I didn't want anything bad to happen if it doesn't work. It's not as painful as my nipples were, and honestly... I kind of like when it hurts.
[he's not sure if it's some lingering effect, or just... the instinct to be clear on what he likes, what makes him mention it. for how he looks and acts, Olivine really is a bit of a freak.]
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His eyes are both darkly intent and amused as he slides his thumb against the other man's lip. He hasn't missed that Olivine also likes being dragged. Manhandled in general, maybe? He's learning as he goes here. But his thumb pulls at the man's lip slightly in silent request before he voices it aloud. ]
Let me see?
Cw: blood, oop
His back hits the door and Olivine exhales a pleasant little noise, a shiver sliding down his spine. Sylvain almost looms there over him, and his eyes are just so... something. Hungry, amused. The priest can't fathom the words, not when a thumb teases his lip and his lashes flutter in response.
The redhead could have done any number of things to see it, but there's something sweet in the simplicity. He's given a nod in response, Olivine's lashes drooping as his lips part.
The piercing is quite delicately placed, or will be when it all heals. Right now, there's a notable shift from the tip backward, a smattering of angry flesh and the telltale dark ring of angry flesh around the base of the stud. The blood has largely stopped already, though there's still a little bead of it that drips down when his tongue extends past those lips. The blue of it is ever so slightly tinged, but it still stands out sharply against pink and red.]
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Although the fact that it's still bleeding does have him a little worried about what they could do here. Sylvain doesn't mind a little pain every now and then, but probably nowhere near the extent Olivine might. ]
I think you made a good choice. But I think, if we're going to try that out at all, you should try and heal it just a little. Or would you like me to try?
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[It's actually less the issue of pain on his mind and more... well, infection mostly, but he hadn't had any interest in slowing Sylvain down over it. Really, there was no way a fresh piercing should be used on the same day without healing, was there.]
Go ahead and try. I can still feel essence, so I should be fine if yours doesn't work.
[It takes more effort than he'd like to admit, standing here and not getting lost in thought. Not yet, just a little longer and then they can do something more.]
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But now he just takes a deep breath and focuses, reaching for the Faith magic that had become more and more necessary as Faerghus descended into war and he and Felix had been forced to give up more and more ground just to keep their people safe.
At least this is for a far easier purpose.
The basic Heal spell rolls through the other man like a warm, tingling wave. Sylvain knows what he's targeting, of course, but the spell might not be so particular in aiming for just that, washing through the other man from head to toe in the process. ]
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And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
[convenient, really.]
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His fingers stroke back the man’s jaw as he watches him react, likely testing for himself the changes. He’s still pressed against him, having crowded him in against the door and then practically pinned him in place, and he still makes no effort to move away. ]
Yeah? So no more discomfort, then? Good.
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No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]
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There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]
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it's nothing slow, questioning. the tease of his tongue isn't forcing, though it does seem demanding—and of course, Olivine needs no more than that. lips part to let that warm tongue slip against his own, fingers twitching and tensing at the brand new sensation from the piercing. oh, it was a good idea, he thinks, as he follows Sylvain's lead with warm enthusiasm.
too good, really, and there's a certain greed in the way the priest shifts to meet every inward press, hips rising to close more of the miniscule space between them. fingers lose their grip, find it again, this time with a little more purchase over shoulders to keep the redhead close.]
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The new piercing certainly adds an interesting aspect to the kiss and Sylvain can’t help but play with it with his own tongue as he deepens the kiss. He’s careful at first, wanting to make sure the healing had been thorough, but once he’s sure of that, the kiss turns hungry and demanding once more. Less interested in testing the piercing and more interested in testing everything else that is new and waiting to be discovered in the man he has pinned to the door. ]
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It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]
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Mmm. Looks like it healed quite nicely indeed. I suppose the next question should be if you wanted to try it out more or if you wanted to try something else?
[ There's a hint of dark mischief glinting in his gaze as his lips curve. One hand reaches down to stroke fingers over where he knows the other man's cock is tucked away behind his clothes. ]
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[greed wracks through him with every touch, every movement. Sylvain pulls back and Olivine has to resist the urge to follow those sweet lips.]
... you drive a... hard bargain... nngh. [what does he want, in the end? The answer is yes. Struggling with reason, his hips follow that hand, cock throbbing plainly beneath fabric.] mmm... I want to taste you, but... I want to feel more, too. Nn...
[He's losing himself, as he so often does, clinging to the barest flicker of sense in the depravity. Reason flickers in and out of view as long fingers quicken their pace, nails pressing in against Sylvain's stomach and sliding down to his cock in turn.]
Just... don't be gentle with me. Please.
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One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.
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[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]
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Sylvain just gives a throaty chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the needy sound that had gotten him. He can even feel the way he reacts as the man's body jolts faintly in response to the sharpness, his fingers teasing again through the man's clothing, but only for a stroke or two. Not wanting to push him too far, too fast. ]
Maybe I should have you apologize, then. It would give you an excuse to try out that piercing at the same time.
[ He releases his grip on the man's wrist, only to latch once more at the nape of his neck instead. Giving a not-so-subtle nudge downwards. ] That is, if you think you can behave yourself long enough.
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[It's reasonable to be careful, guessing at limitations Sylvain has no way of knowing. Convenient too—the act of taking his time is just adjacent to carefully withholding action, after all. Fingers stroke again, briefly, and it stokes the steadily rising essence coursing through him, roiling as everything stops again.]
Mm... I'd like to apologise...
[fingers latch on to his neck and drag a shudder down his spine, but he'll be good. Obedient. Sinking down to his knees in the minimal space between them, Olivine has to press his thighs together as the scent of Sylvain's arousal hits him. It really would be too easy to lean forward and just—]
... I'll try to behave. [His tongue slides across faintly swollen lips and he looks up, eyes dark in the space.] What happens if I fail~?
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Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?
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Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]
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He might have replied to that statement but Olivine moves in to tease him with lips and tongue. And piercing, definitely the piercing, and Sylvain's breath hisses out softly at the cool feeling of metal sliding against sensitive skin. Eyes go half-lidded and dark as he watches, but he can't keep his cock from jerking at the stimulation, hips leaning into it as he seeks more. ]
Oh, fuck.
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[like this, there's no way for Olivine to hide the shiver that runs through him when fingers return to his hair, lashes fluttering at the scrape of nails, the tug of soft strands. It's pleasant, a little warning or a guide or any number of other possibilities in the moment.
But Olivine is intentional with his movements, to say the least. Sylvain reacts sweetly to his teasing and it makes Olivine want to go wilder still, to see how long it takes before he gives up the semblance of control in pleasure. It's a devious thought, really; for now though, he has an apology to make. That breathy exhale pulls the twitch of a smile to Olivine's lips, and he can't help himself—carefully, the priest drags his tongue (and the piercing—okay mostly the piercing) over his slit. The sensation is totally different for him too, metal bar sliding against his tongue, and he struggles not to whine in the midst of it.]
Is it... what you hoped for?
[Olivine is good at that, too. His words are a soft, needy rumble, slightly muted by the stretch of his mouth sliding over Sylvain's cock. Impatience tugs at him to go faster, deeper—he gives in to it partly, in spite of the dedication he's taking to drag and catch the new piercing over every inch of skin it can reach.]
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But he's gazing down the line of his body watching Olivine lean into his 'apology' teasing his cock with lips and tongue and that damned piercing, which feels far better than what even he imagined it would feel like.
Or maybe it's just that Olivine is very knowledgeable in how best to use that mouth of his.
Or both. Both is also good. ]
Better, I think. I didn't... really have context. For what it would feel like.
[ His voice is a little strained as his fingers flex in Olivine's head, another breathless groan slipping free from his lips as the man teases every inch of him he can currently reach with his mouth.
oh fuck is right. ]
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he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]
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But the promise of trying more gets a quick grin from him as he nudges himself into Olivine’s mouth a little deeper. Feels the tip of his cock nudge against the back of the man’s throat again. ]
I’m not likely to object to that. Gonna show me all the things I’ve been missing out on, are you?
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in any case, Sylvain nudges forward and Olivine moans almost helplessly in response, throat shifting and squeezing with each little swallow he makes. he can't answer aloud like this, but his eyes practically sparkle when his gaze tips up to watch Sylvain, up past the trail of hair and the swell of muscle beneath his shirt.
he will absolutely explore everything the redhead has missed out on, that much is clear. thumbs rub against his thigh and Olivine takes in a deep breath when he can, before pressing himself forward to slide every inch of cock in that he can manage. his tongue continues its teasing, tapered tip leading the way only for the stud to graze along his shaft, waiting out for the pleasant dizziness that comes from deepthroating.]
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[ The soft hiss comes again when he feels Olivine’s throat working around him. His eyes slide shut and a shudder slides through him at the intensity of the stimulation. An intensity only compounded by the slide of still-cool metal against his length as Olivine teases him with his tongue.
He braces a hand on the wall over the other man’s head, steadying himself as he groans breathlessly and resists the urge to fuck himself deeper. Not wanting to hurt the man beneath him but not sure what his limits are yet either. ]
You are way too god at that.
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so, when his head feels a little staticky and his senses a little sharper, Olivine pulls back again, all the way, to tease his tip with tongue and metal alike, dutifully lapping up any liquid beading at the tip.]
It's because you react so nicely... hehe.
[maybe, somewhere under all of it, there's something a little devilish in him. Sylvain hasn't earned the same amount of bullying that Eiden has yet, but he looks so good it's hard not to give in to the instinct a little. his voice is raspy and thin from effort, lips pressing to his tip in a fond little kiss. it's such a far cry from his normal state, but he doesn't care. if anything, he's glad that Sylvain has brought this side of him out already.]
But I can still take more... if you're not pleased with my apology yet. [so very innocently, his mouth wraps around just the tip of the redhead's dick, relentless now in teasing the slit, the underside, anywhere he can find that's particularly sensitive.]
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His fingers tighten in the man’s hair a moment later as he holds Olivine’s head still, staring down at him with eyes blown dark with lust and hunger. And then he starts pressing in with deliberate slowness. Easing an inch at a time. ]
Oh, yeah? And just how much can you take, hmm?
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fingers tighten in his hair, hold him steady, and then—ah. his nails dig into Sylvain's skin at the look in his eyes, excitement in his own need-dulled gaze. the first inch presses in and he can see how this is going to go, hips shifting beneath him in the abrupt thrum of impatience. how much can he take? ah, if Sylvain only knew.
it's difficult to respond properly like this, but Olivine does his level best.]
Haah... mmn... as much as... you can give... greedy...
[he's greedy, he means. oh well, he can't be expected to talk properly with his mouth full, can he? it's rude.]
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Greedy, huh?
[ That smile lingers in Sylvain’s voice as he presses deeper, and then deeper again. Nudging against the back of Olivine’s throat and resting there for a moment. Seeing how he handled that. Not fully choking off his airway, but just shy of it. Waiting to see if that’s the limit or if Olivine wanted him to go further still. ]
I can work with that. Still want more, my pretty priest?
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[it's a rough affirmative, Olivine's weight shifting as Sylvain presses deeper in. so close, but so far, and really—he probably shouldn't be surprised by the response. the priest's tongue shifts against his length, wanting desperately to press himself forward and into the faint ache. his guess is that the redhead is testing the waters without knowing Olivine's limits, but God, it's driving him as mad as if it were deliberate teasing.
he'll have to take his answer in the way his tongue drags along his cock, the sway of impatient hips and the hazy want in his eyes.]
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But that muffled sound combined with the slide of metal along the underside of the shaft is answer enough. His eyes, dark and hazed with his own hunger, remain locked on Olivine's face, on the way those plush lips wrap around his cock as he rocks in deeper into that delicious wet heat.
Watching for even the subtlest flicker or change in his expression, Sylvain pushes deeper, feeling the way Olivine’s throat works around him, trying to accommodate him. It drags a strained moan from his own lips at the feel of it, his breathing coming a little more ragged now as he struggles with his own control, even as he presses deeper into the man’s throat. Trying to keep watch for where it becomes too much. ]
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Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]
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Good boy. [ He murmurs the words softly, rocking his hips, giving Olivine another moment of air before filling him again. Finding a pattern in it, and then purposefully changing the rhythm once he does. Leaving nothing Olivine will be able to predict. ] That’s it. Take all of me. Let me feel your throat work around me. You’re so good at this. You love it, don’t you? Is it the feeling of being used? Being pushed past your boundaries? Surrendering to it?
[ He doesn’t expect an answer - not with his cock as deep as it is, but his voice is a low husky rasp to fill the quiet otherwise. A purred tease to drag Olivine deeper with him, even as his cock twitches in warning. He’s close, but he’s still holding it back. Almost. A few moments longer. ]
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The grip of his fingers loosens a little as Sylvain finds his pattern, pulls back enough to breathe. Shifts, and pulls Olivine right back to the waiting again. The priest's cheeks burn in the wake of it, the reality spoken in sweet vulgarity. It crashes into the pool of desire he's already nearly lost himself to, and every soft noise, every hitch of breath, becomes an answer.
Neglected, his cock aches between his thighs, hard and wet against the fabric still containing it. He wants—he wants to hear more of that rasp. Wants to see his face when he comes, buried balls deep in his mouth. Of course he's right, he can't respond. Use him more, harder. Push him to the edge, over the edge, again and again until nothing of him remains but for the desperate, broken and impatient core of greed and depravity.
His head tilts, enough that he can just see past tears and lashes and hazy arousal. Give me, a plea left on bated breath. Give me, the squeeze of his throat with each swallow and whine. Hurry, the shake of hips and pure desperation in his gaze. He can't wait much longer, but by the brief fits and starts of his fingers, lifting off of Sylvain's thighs, forcibly pressed back down. Ah, his cock aches so badly. If he could just reach down, just—]
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How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]
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How badly? Leaking—yes, most certainly more than Sylvain might realise. Ah, but the praise. It washes over him with the same satisfaction as the admittance of his impending orgasm. He's close, he'll give it to him, because he's a good boy.
A moment of tension then, just before the blast of heat that pours down his throat. Olivine's moan reverberates against Sylvain's cock between swallows, throat shifting, squeezing, coaxing every drop he can get out of the other man. He's certainly not in any hurry to stop. It's a little hard to breathe, sure, but he wants to taste him.
That can't happen until Sylvain pulls back, Olivine's hips jolting as the tip slips free of his throat. Another swallow or two to relax his throat, and even once his cock is pulled free of the green haired man's mouth his tongue remains lolled out, wet and lazy, with just a strand of saliva (or is it spend? It's hard to tell) stretched thinly between the two. The remaining tears still shimmering in his eyes are blinked back, more or less.]
Ah... haah... mmn...
[There's almost a little laughter in the deep, breathy sounds he makes, tongue finally slithering into action in the effort of cleaning up some of the saliva and pre that had dripped from his lips. When he manages words, they may as well be a purr.]
... thank you for the meal.
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But then he gives a choked snicker. One that turns into a giggle. And then a full-throated laugh. The fingers tangled in Olivine's hair tug his head back so Sylvain can bend down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. ]
Pretty sure we actually just skipped straight to dessert.
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Well, if that's the case, I still haven't spoiled my appetite...
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[ Sylvain is still chuckling warmly as he murmurs the words against the other man's lips, slow and hungry still himself.
He glances down the line of Olivine's body, smirk curving across his lips. ]
Well, there is one problem we still haven't resolved, after all.
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[His whole body still heaves softly, a soft laugh in his lips. Finally, hands slip fully back from Sylvain's thighs, peering up from between long lashes.]
My apology is accepted, then? [There's that giggle again, Olivine pressing up just to brush his lips.] I don't know how much longer I can behave, Sylvain.
[He has zero right drawing out the other's name like he does, but he does it anyway.]
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[ He's teasing as he bends to capture those lips in a deep kiss, hands cupping to either side of his jaw before he goes down on one knee before him, to easier reach him. ]
I'll accept your apology this time. And I suppose I could even reward you for being so good for me in the process. What would you like, Olivine?
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Mm... I'd like most to be filled... but that's a little much to ask for a reward, isn't it. So...
[His hands move to gently take the redhead's, leading them down to his chest.]
Please play with my chest. Work me up more and more.
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But as he does so, he also bends in to trail kisses down the line of Olivine’s throat, worrying redness occasionally into the skin beneath his lips. ]
And what makes you think being filled is too much of a reward, hmm?
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I— [fingers find Sylvain's hair, tangling gently there it must be such an awkward angle, and yet he doesn't even hesitate.] nngh... it's so—greedy, isn't it? For a reward after only just... haah... misbehaving...
Of course, if it's what you want... I already want it...
[It's certainly what he wants. Touching alone isn't enough, not to make him come (it's close though) or to alleviate any sense of urgency at all. Quite the opposite, in fact: it seems only to be working Olivine up, his cock rock hard and twitching with every movement.]
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Which is why he smiles and continues to tease and stimulate, enjoying the way the man arched into the touch, or shuddered beneath his hands. He could see how hard he was from here, too, and wanted to play with that just as much, but he suspected Olivine wouldn’t last long if he did. ]
Look at it this way, then. I’m rewarding myself by getting to sink into your ass and feel you come undone around me while I fuck you even deeper than I did your mouth. Better?
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[oh, it makes him breathless just to think about it. every arch and shudder only brings him closer to ruin, and it's true—he wouldn't last long if Sylvain played with his cock now. it wouldn't matter, either, but the redhead hardly knows that.]
Yes. [god, yes.] I want to... nngh! I want to feel you, so deep inside my ass. Please, take all of me. Sylvain...
[long fingers curl in his hair still, not tugging quite so sharply as he himself likes, but not gentle either. impatience is winning out, and the fact that they're still technically in public has completely gone out of his head, so much the better. they have plenty of room to maneuver, after all—Olivine's tongue slides over his lips as he considers just which one Sylvain has in store. his nipples are aching now, pleasant and demanding, leaving even the skin around them red with want.]
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Yes, that should work nicely. ]
Get up and strip for me, Olivine. I want you naked, and then I want you to go bend over that bench. End to end, so you’re stretched out over the length of it. And facing the mirror. [ He adds that last part with a wink, already straightening to unbutton his own shirt and start stripping it off. ]
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his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]
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While Olivine had been getting himself situated, he'd been shedding his shirt, unbuttoning and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. So that when he steps over behind Olivine, appearing in the mirror's reflection, he's only in the tight breeches still, cock still hanging out from when it had been in Olivine's mouth.
And, oddly enough, still very much hard. Sylvain's chalking it up to something about this place or some sort of weird magic, but he's not complaining about it at the moment. Not when his dark gaze is drinking in the sight spread out on display for him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word in a low rasp as he lets his fingers trail down the line of Olivine's spine. And then, without warning, he drops down to one knee behind him, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he delves in to swipe his tongue up the curve of Olivine ass, tasting the slick already wetting the skin there. Just as it had for Eiden, he notes, and thinks again that's the most convenient quirk he could think of, especially in instances like this.
Had he forgotten to mention he has a bit of an oral fetish himself? ]
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And hard, notably. It's impressive, especially after the priest had just taken on a full load of come. His cheeks heat up as the other looks him over, all warm and trembling with his heightening need.]
I'm glad you—nngh! Haah... ah...
[His brows furrow as Sylvain's hands spread his cheeks, hips kept from squirming too much even when his tongue slides over wet skin, hole twitching at the soft flick of tongue against it. His head dips down for a moment, sight turning hazy again.]
Fuck... ah... Sylvain... please.
[His voice is a sigh, pleasant and warm but not quite begging yet. He's close to it, pretty sure that letting Sylvain play like this is going to at least drive him a little crazy. What a sweet feeling.]
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For now, though, his hands grip Olivine’s hips firmly, holding him still for him as he bent eagerly to his task, his tongue teasing and tasting before pressing inside. He hadn’t gotten to do this with Eiden and he could admit he was a little curious. Humming in pleasure, he torments that twitching hole with an eager tongue, adding fingers after a moment to stretch him open when his tongue couldn’t reach far enough. ]
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His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
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[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
You want it deeper still, though, don't you?
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[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
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Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
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Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
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He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
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A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
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His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
Oh? And what would you prefer I grab?
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it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
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[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
Do you like being tied, too? Bound?
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[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
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I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
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Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
Hah... ah... close...
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Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
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and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
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But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]
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Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
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He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
That was… incredible.
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Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
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I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
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It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
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Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
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Whichever we reach first, then... mine wasn't so far from the exit, I think.
[Honestly they could probably just pick any empty room. But he exhales a little laugh at the questions, slightly sheepish as he presses his face into Sylvain's shoulder.]
Mm... it does help me regulate mine, but I'm alright for now. [Honestly, he feels even better after the last round, essence sort of... contented and warm.] I'm curious if it will work, definitely... but I asked more because I want you to be comfortable, and I wasn't sure how much fatigue you were feeling after all that.
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Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
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He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
Let's get going, then.
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[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
I’ll follow you.
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It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]
for Violet
At least Violet's more open to the idea of all this than some people here. Even most people Sylvain would think to encounter from his own world, since Fodlan was still decidedly backwards and behind the times to compared to... probably everywhere else, in Sylvain's opinion.
But her question gets a laugh from him, because it's so refreshing not to have his reputation preceding him here, but at the same time, this is also the one place it probably would have been to his benefit.
"I've been to a few, in my time. For one, they're a great place to learn everything about everyone."
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“Oh? You expect me to believe that you go to brothels to people watch and not to… partake?” There was no judgment, just curiosity in her voice as she leaned against the wall as they chatted. “If you frequent brothels then this place must be right up your alley.”
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“Actually, I went there for the opposite reason. It was one of the few places I could safely go without being expected to… ‘partake’.”
Ambitious Crest-hunters followed him to many, many places to try and catch his eye or co-opt his evening out, but few of them would ever risk the stain to their reputations if they were discovered in a brothel, of all places.
Luckily, his reputation couldn’t get much more stained than it already was and the girls there were often good company if he had enough coin to make it worth their while. Even better if he didn’t want anything more than a few drinks and some conversation.
“But at its core, I suppose the way this place operates isn’t so unfamiliar to me. I’m probably better equipped for it than most. Especially if we’re talking about others from my world. What about you?”
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“You’re better equipped?” But then there was a pause from Violet as she realized what he had said. “There are others from your world here? Really? I haven’t seen a single person that I might know.” But there were a lot of people and Violet had only just arrived. Maybe others would show up? She wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
“I’m a dragonrider.” There was pride in her voice. “Sex and brothels aren’t top priority when you’re trying to survive. Well… to some riders at least.”
oh i just realized the confusion this could cause sorry violet
Then again, his one encounter with one had been the massive one that landed atop the Monastery and wrecked everything in a several mile radius so, his impression of the beasts were a little conflicted.
"Although people in my world tend to tame and ride wyverns, so it's not a completely foreign idea, but riding dragons... sounds considerably more dangerous."
Then again, maybe that's why she didn't have time for indulgence after all.
I took her before she found out the truth
“We bond with a dragon and they are our partners for life.” Speaking of the bond just made Violet miss Tairn and Andarna. It felt like she was missing a very large piece of herself. She couldn’t help but try and reach out to them only to get nothing in response.
There was a small frown at the mention of wyverns. “There is definitely no taming of the dragons in my world. They would incinerate us if we tried.” There was a pause. “You have both dragons and wyverns? Wyverns are just a myth in my world.”
Oh he’s safe then. Ish.
His voice is a little dry at that as he spreads his hands in a shrug. “I’m afraid I can’t say more than that about them, because I don’t have any idea where it came from, or where it went afterwards, although it did enough damage that I’m not sure I’d ever want to come face to face with it or any of its relatives again. There was a lot of incinerating, that’s for sure.”
Until she finds out the truth... some day!
“Sounds like the dragons that I know.” There was a smile in Violet’s voice. “But you tame wyverns? Aren’t they just as deadly as dragons?” From the folklore that Violet was well versed in wyverns were just as deadly as dragons. Or at least that is what the fables tell her.
yeah then he might be more doomed >.>
"Most of the riders I've known have raised them from hatchlings, too, so they're close. Maybe that makes them quicker to trust and like us?"
He's clearly not one that rode one himself. He's been up on one a few times - his training classes required at least some experience with them, but Sylvain was better at melee fighting, not ranged or magic, so flying mounts were a bad fit for him.
One day she will get right up in his face and check his eyes
“You have pegasi as well?” Another creature of myth that Violet knows of but not a whole lot about. They were children fairy tales that she had read at least once but not religiously like she had with the venin and wyvern.
“And you raise the wyvern from the egg? Do their parents or the elders not protect them? We have never seen a hatchling dragon. We didn’t even know what a youngling dragon looked like…” And no one but her and Xaden knew what Andarna really was. Thinking of the small golden dragon made Violet’s chest ache and she couldn’t help but reach out only to be disappointed once again.
For Edelgard
[ He just arches an eyebrow back at her, but his gaze is unusually serious as he holds hers. ]
Would it matter what I told you? You've clearly formed an opinion of what I would do already. [ And he knows how impossible those are to change. He doesn't bother trying.
Even if that's exactly what he would have told her. Who either of them kisses is no one's business but theirs. Now if she wanted him to tell, that would be a different matter entirely. ]
Don't worry, your Majesty, I'll do my best not to damage your nonexistent reputation here. [ His tone is dry as he leans against the door frame to shoot her a look. He does his best to shrug her words off, in fact. He's used to people's opinions, he reminds himself. No point in getting upset over the myriad of things he can do nothing about. Even if it is exhausting. ]
Caring or not still doesn't get us out of this closet any faster. So what's it going to be? Stay stuck or risk a scandal?
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Then I will take you at your word. [ No matter how dry his tone. Since she can rarely place trust in anyone who hasn't shown her a reason to and he is at best a reluctant ally in this, she will simply have to take a leap of faith if she wants to leave the closet as quickly as possible. ] Let us waste no more time.
[ How will anyone even know that they kiss? Are they being watched somehow at this very moment? Do the bands around their wrist monitor their activities? Well, let there be no room for their captors to doubt: she steps right up to him, anchors one hand in the front of his robe, and sweeps up on her toes with enough momentum that in the dim light their noses bump before she tips her head and her lips meet his. ]
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Still, he’s not expecting her next move. Even if maybe he should have. Edelgard had always struck him as decisive - something he respected in most people - he’d just never had that aimed at himself before.
So his quiet sound of surprise only has a moment to be heard before it’s muffled against her lips as she goes up on her toes to drag him down simultaneously. He goes, of course, even if his eyes widen as they lock on her face a moment before her lips brush against his.
Seven minutes, he reminds himself, even as he lets his arms slide around her waist, curling her in against his chest. His head tilts slightly to the side to give them a better angle here, parting his lips to deepen the kiss slightly. One hand comes up to cradle at the nape of her neck as his tongue teases against her lips, seeing how she will respond if he tries to deepen this beyond something simple and chaste. ]
for Hubert
[ That's assuming they find a way home. He didn't see any of that in the fine print along with the other rules of this game. Not that he'd looked that hard. Delaying having to step foot on Gronder a while longer sounds great to him. Although the thought of his friends back there marching without him isn't all that comforting, either...
He pushes that thought away, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. ]
We've got enough problems to deal with here without borrowing more, in my opinion. Although I'll give them credit for doing what they do very well. They may have thought of everything, to keep their "guests" involved in this game of theirs.
[ Although he has to wonder what "they're" getting out of any of it? Maybe they're just very voyeuristic? ]
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[Given how rushed all the employees seem and the half of our number that ended up showing up elsewhere... Hubert raises a hand to his chin as he considers it.]
I intend to keep searching for answers, although I'll admit I'm not sure how likely it is that I'll find all I'm looking for. I've yet to hear anything about the people in charge of this place, after all.
[So getting in contact with them may be a no-go...]
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And while I’m not sure what it is yet, there’s got to be a purpose behind this ‘game’ of theirs, right? I mean, unless they were just really really bored. Or maybe horny.
for Furina
Don't worry, you haven't. [ He glances down at her to shoot her a crooked smile in reassurance. The casino is still as crowded as earlier, despite the numbers he's assuming are in the back gaming rooms now. This place really has brought a ridiculous number of "guests" here for their game. ]
And your analogy isn't wrong. Can't say I've ever been held in a gilded cage quite like this before but... I suppose I should give them the benefit of saying it could be much worse.
[ His tone is a little dry at that, because he can't exactly say he's grateful to have been kidnapped. But he can only make the best of it now that he's here.
Spotting the long line of buffet tables up ahead, he points them out to her as they approach, weaving their way through the crowd. ] There we are. Looks like there's still plenty to feast on.
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She'll need to see what Neuvillette and Wriothesley make if it, but that's a task for later. For now, she really should just focus on enjoying herself, particularly in the company who seems to have her best interests in heart.
She really lucked out with that auction, it seems. The scent of exquisite dishes reaches her nose, and already Furina is breaking away and hurrying towards the buffet tables, trusting him to follow. ]
Oooh, is that duck confit I see? Mmm, and consomme! Oh, we simply must try the tasses ragout!
[ ...Yet the first thing she fills her plate with is...macaroni? ]
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He would be mildly offended by that, but he can’t say he even blames her. Sylvain follows her over to the table, grabbing a second plate just in case she needs more room, and then curiously follows along behind her, because half the stuff she points out he’s never seen or heard of before. ]
What’s a… tasses ragout?
[ He squints, peering over her shoulder as she starts scooping pasta onto her plate. That, at least, he recognizes. Sort of. ]
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Only one of the most filling and savory meals from my home. A medley of flavorful vegetables cooked in a broth with just enough eat to keep you warm on a cold winter's eve...it may not be a gourmet meal, but it's one of the most satisfying things you can eat! Would you like to share?
[ She grabs a few other things from the buffet, mostly some breads and cheeses, before stepping back. This will do...for now. ]
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Still, he listens to her explanation with a curious look, intrigued by the description and the scent of it. ]
So it’s like… a spicy stew? And sure. It sounds like the kind of hearty meal that’s common in my own lands. Although unfortunately, Faerghus isn’t known for their spices.
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Faerghus? I've heard of no such place...is that your homeland, then, I presume?
[ She had no reason to assume he was from Teyvat, even if she's met a few strangers here who are. Despite her unfamiliarity with the place name, she takes care to pronounce it correctly, each syllable clear and concise as she commits it to memory.
From the way she asks, it's clear she's eager to hear more, and he's welcome talk about it as much or as little as he'd like. ]
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[ He answers that mildly enough, following her over to the table and pulling out a chair for her before taking one for himself. He settles in comfortably, legs stretched out in a slight slouch as he takes a bite of the spicy stew. It does remind him a lot of the fare from back home, except maybe with some spices from Almyra or one of the other continents mixed in. It's good and he hums his approval as he takes another bite. ]
My world is quite a bit different than anything found here. And possibly from worlds most others here are from, I suspect.
[ Fodlan feels even more reclusive and backwards in comparison to some of the things he's discovered today. ]
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As they dine, she picks up the thread of conversation, though she remains mindful of her manners, ever the picture of etiquette. ]
Oh? I take that to mean that it's not particularly lavish?
[ She says the word with a kind of affectation that implies she's uncertain how she feels about how lavish the resort feels herself. Fontaine can certainly be extravagant, especially when it comes to the arts, but this is another level of excess. ]
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[ He hums in thought as he takes another bite, enjoying the rich flavor of it. Although this place did take lavish to a whole new level. ]
There's technology and mechanisms and magic here beyond anything we have at home. Even these- [ A pause, as he taps a finger against his watch ] would be considered a wondrous innovation. So while the courts back home could still be considered quite lavish in style, I feel like there's a lack of knowledge beyond that I have to catch up on.
Then again, my world has been caught in a terrible war for the past five years, so there hasn't been a lot of time for innovation or lavishness. At least not in my country.
[ With Dimitri presumed dead and the Empire ever encroaching on their borders, there hadn't been time for a lot of things. ]
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At least with part of this, Furina can sympathize — along with Snezhnaya, Fontaine is at the forefront of Teyvat's technological innovation, but even so, there's plenty here she's plainly unfamiliar with. The watches are yet one of many such things. However, she hasn't been embroiled in war, and Fontaine still made plenty of time for lavish displays, even in the face of impending doom.
Perhaps because of impending doom, but that's neither here nor there now. ]
I see...it sounds as though you've been brought here at a rather inconvenient time, then. [ Not that there's any really convenient time to be kidnapped, but you know. ] Are you eager to win the game and return home?
[ Had matters not recently been resolved in Fontaine, she would likely be feeling similarly. ]
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But Sylvain pauses for a moment before spreading his hands to either side in a shrug and reaching for his wine glass again. ]
Actually, I'm not sure yet. I'm actually a little relieved for the interruption, if I'm honest. It's a war we're fighting out of necessity, not by choice, but even so... Maybe it's selfish of me, but waking up this morning and not having to step onto a battlefield I didn't want to be on... felt more like a gift than anything else.
[ True, he doesn't know what fate might have befallen his companions in his absence but they were all capable warriors in their own right. And he didn't have to come face to face with any old friends on the other end of his lance, where he had no choice but to press forward, regardless of the cost or consequences. ]
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A thoughtful shake of her head. ]
It doesn't sound selfish at all. [ In her estimation, it's never selfish to choose life and freedom over war and bloodshed. ] In that case, I hope you can have a prosperous stay here, whatever that winds up meaning for you.
[ Whether he intends to play the game, or otherwise. ]
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Taking another bite of the delicious food, he casts her a curious look. ]
What about you? What do you think of this strange situation we find ourselves in?
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She gives herself a few extra moments to think as she slowly chews through a bite of food. ]
It's...admittedly, a little overwhelming. — Nothing I can't handle, mind you, but I'm still getting used to how...open-minded this resort is. Fontaine isn't prudish, but it's —
[ It's more of a her thing in this instance. ]
An adjustment.
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Most people from my world would feel the same way, so you’re not alone in that. I suppose I’m one of the few who came into this a little more prepared. Scandalous is what I consider fun, so I’m pretty hard to shock.
[ The word is jaded, Sylvain. ]
If it helps, at least they’re not… hmm. Overly pushy? Sure, they are giving plenty of opportunities for people to play the game, but they could be more forceful about some of it. There’s loopholes, if you pay attention.
[ Of course, then there’s also the nudges they give that lower inhibitions, which take away some people’s inclination to say no, but he hasn’t run into much of that yet. ]
hi i found ur overflow for the overflow
[There is, Claude notices, only one chair alongside the bed in the room, so he'll go ahead and lay claim to the chair, the picture of casual as he perches on the arm of it.] I'd say now's the best time to admit it, actually. Better for both of us to be on the same page, right?
[Claude's eyes follow his over to the Wall of Sin. Now would actually be a good time to admit he's never had an occasion to do anything remotely like this, but... you know how Claude is about admitting things about himself. We're gonna fake it til we make it. Don't think about the hypocrisy of that with what he just said-- it could be interpreted as him admitting he doesn't know what he's doing either, after all. The plausible deniability is there.]
That's an understatement. I think even the two of us combined would have trouble thinking up uses for everything here.
YAY I’M GLAD!!!
[ Claude is shot a cheeky grin and a playful wink as Sylvain watches him move to perch on the arm of the chair. He supposes, thinking about it, that a cat fits him pretty well, too.
But there’s probably a few things they should establish before he goes picking things arbitrarily off the wall for this, which is what has him crossing to that chair and leaning over the other man a bit, one hand propped on the back of it behind him as he studies his expression in amusement. ]
Maybe the question here should be ‘what kind of Master do you want?’
[ Not that he can picture Claude surrendering to this sort of thing easily, but eh, they’re in here to play in good fun, so maybe it will give them something new to experience.
… Or maybe Claude will just keep talking in circles and he’ll have to make this up as he goes. ]
claude voice: no u answer
Claude meets Sylvain's gaze head-on, a coy turn to his lips. It's a very fair and important question and he is absolutely going to lob that ball right back into Sylvain's court.] Hard to say, having never had one before. [He'll at least admit to not having done pet-play before. He certainly doesn't seem to mind Sylvain's looming, a measure of heat in his eyes that even he can't hide when he looks up at the redhead like this.] I've been told I remind someone of you before... what do you think I'd be interested in?
He should have seen that one coming
[ That’s definitely not a comparison he would have thought to make. Ever. He’s not even quite sure what prompted it. Sure, they’d played a few chess matches back in their school days, but it wasn’t like he and Claude had ever traveled in the same circles much. ]
And I don’t know. That is why I was asking you, after all. At the very least so I could avoid crossing any lines that would make you uncomfortable in the process.
[ …But maybe Claude didn’t know what those were either. Sylvain squints at him a moment, trying to remember if he’d ever heard anything or seen anyone coming in and out of Claude’s room, since it had always been so close to his own. He didn’t think so, other than maybe Hilda a time or two, but he wasn’t sure that counted. Or maybe it did, what did he know? ]
Have you ever had an actual lover before, for that matter? [ Because if Claude was still a virgin, Sylvain was definitely taking a number of things right off the table from the get-go. ]
calling his bluff like this, rude behavior gautier
It was Ingrid, actually. [So yes, she was pissed off at him. Sylvain pretty quickly susses out the truth, and yeah, maybe there is something to the comparison because clearly he's smarter than he likes everyone to think.
For as much as Claude has a reputation for being a schemer and a liar, he doesn't straight up lie very often-- it's not that he can't, but generally he prefers to edge around the truth, or let people come to their own conclusions and avoid confirming or denying either way. And, well, he kind of wasn't expecting Sylvain to figure that out so damn quick. As close as they are, it'd be hard for Sylvain not to see his smile faltering for a moment, or the way he doesn't quite meet his gaze suddenly.]
I really wasn't expecting to run into a familiar face here. [He says instead of verbally answering the question, which is definitely an answer in itself.]
He lives to ruin the days of any nearby golden deer, clearly.
[ Still, that falter is impossible to miss. Especially since he’d been watching for a specific reaction to that question and Claude might not have meant to give him so obvious and answer but… well. He really had.
He can’t quite keep his eyebrows from winging upwards in surprise for a moment because really?! No one had ever actually managed to land Claude von Riegan? That seemed so… ludicrous, honestly. ]
So… I’ll take that as a no, then. [ Because by not answering that question, Claude had very much answered that question. ] Well, that… just means I’m going to have to be more inventive than I initially realized.
[ He’s still leaning a hand against the back of the chair beside Claude and when the other man averts his gaze, won’t look at him, he slides his fingers under his chin to tilt his head back towards him. Forcefully bringing Claude’s attention back to focus on him if he has to. ]
Look, no one outside this room has to know what happens in here. So if you’re not comfortable with it going that far, you can say that and I’m not gonna judge. Same goes for if you are looking to change that. I realize getting a familiar face in here with you might make this more… awkward than you anticipated, but believe it or not, I do know how to be discreet.
[ There’s a faint twitch at the corner of his lips, because that’s already been called into question twice today and he’s still a little annoyed about it. ]
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and intimacy of all kinds is terrifying. Getting laid has not been a priority.Just the touch has him looking back at Sylvain, and is that a hint of a blush starting at the tips of his ears? He is not immune to the charms of Sylvain Gautier...
As much as he was hoping to fall back on the tried and true 'fake it til you make it' approach even with this, it does make something in the pit of his stomach unknot to be told that he doesn't have to this time. Maybe it was fate doing him a favor, having it turn out this way.]
I wasn't actually worried about your ability to be discrete... but thanks. [He's back to seeming fully self-assured, though there's a softness to that thanks that speaks to all it extends to.] I was looking to change that, and I still am. [The fact that he's doing it this way instead of auctioning it off, which would certainly put him at an advantage in this place, is definitely telling. He's going to have to get comfortable with sex here either way, if he's going to get back home... hence the diving right in.]
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But at the very least, Sylvain can admire that he apparently doesn't do anything by halves. His thumb brushes against the man's stubbled jaw as he holds his gaze and considers those words. And where to proceed from there.
Virgins. The only thing more terrifying than intimacy.]Okay. I can work with that. But it changes how I would go about this a little bit. Mostly because you're not going to have any way of knowing what you might like or not until you experience it and walking into a room like this without that knowledge is... sort of like jumping into the ocean without knowing how to swim.
So. We can try to ease into this, or we can just... try some different things and see what appeals to you. What are you going to be more comfortable with here? Because I can adapt to either pretty easily.
For Eiden
[ Sylvain's not shy, but he might be a little too accustomed to doing things like this with people who are. Or at least think there's something attractive in playing hard to get.
That Eiden doesn't bother with any of that is refreshing.
One corner of his lips quirk upwards as the other young man leans up to press his lips to his and Sylvain meets him in the middle, bending his head enough to make the angle better. His fingers slide away from Eiden's jaw to cup at the nape of his neck instead as he parts his lips. He shifts slightly closer, into Eiden's personal space, but his other hand drops to splay long fingers at the small of his back, holding him close at the same time as he makes a soft sound of appreciation into the kiss. ]
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You're not shy... heh. I like that...
[ his teeth graze along his lower lip, playful, warm.
he doesn't see the point in dancing around it after all, playing at being hard to get. he knows precisely what he is, who he is, he doesn't have to be coy. sylvain's readiness to dive right in encourages him - so his other hand drifts along the line of his chest, sinks downward towards his chest.
back pushing against the door, he draws sylvain in closer this way. ]
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No, shyness is definitely not something I suffer from. Quite the opposite, in fact.
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Mmm, thank god because I kinda wouldn't mind doing this again. [ bringing their mouths back together. he lets his teeth tease along his lower lip, tugging playfully. one of his arms slides over his shoulder, anchoring him in while the other hand draws down his chest, fingers splayed to get a lay of the land so to speak. so sue him, the dark of the closet is really getting to him in a good way, enhancing his sense of touch the less he can see. ] Outside of the closet...
[ they've got time, though, and eiden squeezes his hip, giving another roll of his own against that knee between his thighs. ]
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You gotta admit, the closet makes it atmospheric, at least. But I wouldn't mind a little more space, either. And a little more light. Hard to appreciate someone properly like this.
[ His hand slides up to cup at the nape of the man's neck as he draws him in a little closer, shifting the angle of the kiss. Letting him delve a little deeper as his tongue slides against Eiden's, exploring and teasing in return. ]
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[ eiden leans into that hand behind his neck easily, parting his lips to let the kiss deepen. he can feel the heat of his own essence pumping through him, excited at the prospect of someone so receptive.
he feels that smile and can't help but bring his hand even lower, giving sylvain a warm brush with his fingertips between his thighs. it's not his fault he has to explore blind, in fact, he prefers it like this, letting himself explore without all the other sensory inputs. it means he can take his time, map things out. the grinding earns a little moan mid-kiss, eiden can feel the heat in the tips of his ears, spreading down to his cheeks. he's definitely hit the jackpot here. ]
But yeah, something less claustro... [ between one kiss and the next, each deeper than the last. he's lost the word, sinking further into the kiss. fuck it. ] - ohhh...
[ even though they've definitely woken up with just a robe to their names and just some free t-shirts. it's seven minutes in heaven, he's going to make sure it's about as heavenly as it gets if allowed. if not, he'll easily shift hands back to his hips, teasing what skin he can find with a warm touch. ]
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You don’t need to use the dark as an excuse to explore. I don’t mind.
[ He’d felt those questing fingers and his own arousal tucked away beneath his robe, stirring with interest from the combination of the kiss and the anticipation for what else might follow.
His other hand slides down, tracing down over Eiden’s torso before drifting teasingly lower. Cupping him through the fabric, his palm warm even though the material. ]
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[ caught! he expected that, but giggles in the dark anyways, his teeth nipping gently at sylvain's lip before kissing him back. he hums into his mouth when he's cupped, presses into that hand as he does the very same, sliding his own under sylvain's robe shamelessly. ]
Then you've got free reign too. I like being touched - a lot. [ he can feel it, the way the neon gemstone presses into his chest, a reminder of what he carries. his breath hitches a little (pleasantly) at the touch.] So help yourself, okay?
[ he maybe just happens to wiggle into that hand shamelessly, delighted at the prospect of literal heaven in this stupid closet. his fingers find him, eager to seek out the shape of him beneath that luxurious resort robe, getting around him to grasp flesh to his palm. nose to nose, lips a hairsbreadth away from sylvain's he looks up at him in the dark with eager eyes. ]
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He rocks his hips into that touch, even as he gives Eiden’s cock another deliberate stroke. ]
You know, they never gave us any stipulations on where we were meant to kiss for seven minutes…
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They sure didn't. That's what they get for not being specific.
[ not that they probably wouldn't like it - to open up the door on them kissing much more than just each other's lips. eiden returns the stroke himself, squeezing him in hand and letting his thumb trail to the tip of him slowly, circling the head. ]
And I'm kinda hungry, so.
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Was that your not-so-subtle way of hinting you wanted to suck my cock?
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Yes.
[ as much as he likes being pinned up here against the door, sylvain's knee between his thighs. he's going to miss the position, but he can always (bear grylls voice) adapt, overcome, survive. he's slowly parting sylvain's robe to lay his other hand on his chest, stroking him in a tempo that's soft-tight-soft-tight, letting the head of him brush his skin as he draws him closer, shifting to slowly slide down that leg towards the floor. ]
I think your friend really wants to join the party, so... far be it from me not to give him a taste, yeah?
[ i'm sorry he just Says Things. ]
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He doesn't bother to bite back his laugh this time, playfully tugging him closer by his grip on the man's cock. He steps back - albeit reluctantly - to give him enough room to work here. ]
Well, then. Far be it from me to not give you a taste.
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[ for the record, said as he's already got both hands around sylvain beneath his robe. the feeling of that playful tug stays with him, hot in the pit of his stomach as he sighs out, hot and wet at the head of his dick. ]
But since you're offering... [ his tongue slides out and he licks out softly, a lap at the base of his head before lips wrap around it, an open-mouthed kiss with a trembling hum. eiden wants more than seven minutes, said as he slides to the floor, thighs splayed and throat bared up as he takes him down slowly into mouth.
further
and further... does he have a gag reflex? no. ]
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Reaching out, he threads his fingers in Eiden’s hair and holds him there, just to see if he can. Relishing the wet heat of his mouth around him. ]
Well, aren’t you just full of surprises?
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he swallows, pulling him back into his throat, a little wetness pricking his his eyes before he closes them again.
when he pulls off, it's wet. licking his own lips: ]
... Wanted to taste you... [ he's barely had to even be patient. something about being in a closet, with the possibility of being discovered even. ]
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You can have whatever you want right now.
[ He tugs again lightly, guiding him back, eyes dark and locked on that upturned face. ]
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good he can dissociate into thisbut no, it's a good distraction to thinking about anything else. eiden's lips part and find him again, taking him inside his mouth. his tongue, soft and wet, flattens against it, guiding it back. ]Mmmph~mmhm...
[ he hums his appreciation, digging fingers into his hips, sliding down slightly to grab sylvain's ass a little more comfortably as he guides him in. his face flushes fully as he doesn't look away, eyes just half-lidded in a look of feline contentment. ]
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But it was still tempting. ]
Has anyone told you how good you look like this? [ He murmurs the words, low and husky, his cock twitching against Eiden’s tongue as pleasure shivers through him.
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he knows he looks good.
eiden works him diligently, but perhaps can feel the resistance to simply let go and pulls off of him with a gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wet and with the effort and thrill. ]
I can take it, promise... [ said with lips skimming his hipbone, pressing slow, damp kisses to it as he nuzzles into the line of his cock and licks a wet stripe up the underside. ] Go ahead. I got you.
[ saying this as he reaches for the hand in his hair and wraps fingers around his knuckles, encouraging him to tighten his grip. ] You're doing perfect. [ as he lowers his head to bottom out his throat around him again, encouraging him with a slightly rougher pace, letting him feel out how much he can tolerate and then some. it looks like maybe he doesn't mind it rough at all, his cock dripping through the pants he's managed to scrounge up. ]
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He holds back a chuckle, however, by tightening his grip in the man's hair and rocking forward slightly. Pressing deep into that wet heat once more as he nudges against the back of Eiden's throat. ]
Is that how you like it, then? Rougher? Being used?
[ There's no judgement in the husky words, no disapproval. He knows all too well how it feels to let go in the other man's position. The high that can come from that feeling. It's not one he lets himself feel often, because there aren't many he trusts that far - at least that he lets in his bedroom - but he's been on this end of it enough to adapt quickly. ]
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his fingers dig into sylvain's skin as he bobs himself against him, one sliding to stroke his hip bone, the other holding onto that hand still, tracing knuckles with his slightly callused fingertips. eventually that hand drops, wraps around sylvain's thigh to anchor himself.
he hollows his cheeks, drawing tighter around sylvain's cock, but then parting his lips further to allow him full range to pump into his throat, every once in a while swallowing sharply and demanding to drag lips down harder again. ]
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He’s going to take that as a yes, then.
Feeling the way Eiden relaxes into the hold, opens himself up to more, he gives him what he wants. Thrusting into that wet heat with deliberate intent, he relishes the sensations from it. How good Eiden is with his tongue, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing and Sylvain indulges them both - chasing his pleasure and letting Eiden hear the evidence of it in a low, strained moan. He alternates with deep slow thrusts or faster shallow ones.
He could drag this out, if he wanted. He’s tempted. But he has no idea what will happen after seven minutes and also he’s more interested in an exchange of pleasure rather than just receiving it. So he lets himself slip deeper into it, not holding back, letting Eiden coax his orgasm closer without any resistance or restraint from him. Not quite there yet, but certainly getting closer with each skilled slide of the other man’s tongue or the squeeze of his throat around the head of his cock. Which he buries himself in far more often then he might otherwise, if only because Eiden makes the most delicious noises around him every time he does so. ]
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between his thighs, his arousal is unmistakable. this kind of service is what he lives for, and when he pops off his cock, taking it in hand to stroke it firmly against his cheek, he gives a ragged sigh. ]
You're fantastic... you wanna come like this? In my mouth or on my face...?
[ nosing gently at the base of his cock. ]
Or is there something else you want - a little variety with the time we've got left.
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And what is it you want? If you could have any one thing right now, what would it be? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one getting what I want here.
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Alright... alright. If you wanna be fair about it.
[ a joke, soft and light as he lets a hand stray to just wrap fingers around sylvain's cock. ]
Fuck me? [ he asks, breathless still, having to clear his throat. he looks so eager, hungry, even here in the dark. he can feel himself leaking ever so slightly, and god is it terrifying that this still fucking happens, wet from the tip of his cock? totally normal on earth. wet sliding down his his thigh? definitely not, and something that's only happened back in klein.
that place has really changed him. ah well. it's conveneint at least, if a little embarrassing. ] I can take it. Promise.
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[ His grin grows a little further. And he’s not even surprised by that request - he’s certainly not adverse to it, either.
But it does provide a conundrum. Despite Eiden’s reassurance, that’s a little rougher than he’s comfortable with - at least like this. Or what he knows of this. ]
I don’t suppose you spotted any cases of lube or oils or something in here when you were hunting for your clothes? Because I think we need something more than just saliva, if we’re doing that.
[ He remembered seeing some in the nightstand of the room he’d woken up in, but that was still on the other side of a very locked door. ]
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[ he holds out his hand, slowly getting to his feet. ]
Gimme your hand. I can show you.
[ just sucking sylvain off, combined with riding his thigh while kissing is enough to definitely have worked him up. ]
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It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.
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His fingers slide against the slicked skin, as if Eiden had already been partially prepared for this. The explanation makes that part make sense, even if it just opened up a dozen more questions in its place.
Circling the tight ring of muscle, he presses a digit inside, up to the first knuckle, feeling Eiden shiver against him. Feeling the press of his cock trapped against Sylvain’s hip when he steps closer to better reach him. ]
Huh. [ He’s blinking, still trying to wrap his head around that. Then again, he woke up in bed with a guy with wings this morning, so he’s just going to have to start rolling with the weird surprises today, he supposes. ] Well, that’s… convenient.
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[ it still catches him off guard when he feels it, when pleasure starts to spark through his body sharply, heat flushing him. his hands slide up a bit more, letting his own robe slide off of his shoulders finally, a laugh leaving his throat again.
his hips nudge and bump up against sylvain's hip, his body shivering. it's unfair, how ready to melt he is, how he's called out to tell him what he wants. the problem is he wants it all. ]
Syl—
[ he forgets what he was going to say next, instead lifting up on his toes and moaning as his fingers slides inside of him, teasing and testing. there's hardly resistance, but he squeezes that digit inside of him, clinging. it feels delicious. he wiggles his hips a bit, enticing, a little incapable of not fidgeting as he darts forward to take his mouth again with a desperate hum with another little "sylvain" sighed out. ]
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[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky as he's the one that gives the reassurance this time. One arm wraps around Eiden's bare waist, dragging him close and pinning him against Sylvain's broad chest. He bends his head to kiss him, distracting him as he works his finger deeper, then adds another, stretching the slicked skin and muscle to prepare him for taking more.
And when he gets to the point he can move them easier in and out, he crooks his fingertips to brush against sensitive nerves - which he's going to assume is there despite the... unusual differences in Eiden's anatomy. ]
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i hate this stupid yaoi game and it's stupid self-lubing holeshe's normally not as speechless, but sylvain knows immediately where to go, catching him and pinning him close, he lets his fingers splay as he explores with his hands, framing the warmth of his chest and climbing along his ribs as he meets his kiss. he takes his fingers well, moving with little aborted nudges of his hips - lifting a leg ever so slightly to spread for the second finger sliding in beside it. he has good balance, but sylvain pulling him close definitely is a nice reassurance. ]
That's it... [ and as fingers crook, eiden digs his own fingers in immediately, dull nails digging into skin with a soft sigh. he sinks onto those fingers, relishing in sylvain pressing against that deep, sweet spot. hello prostate my good friend. ] You've got fucking magical hands... wow...
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no you don'tSylvain chuckles at that sighed comment, even as he works his fingers deeper, making a point of rubbing over that spot every few thrusts. Mostly because Eiden makes very good noises and he wants to hear all of them. He can feel how much the man's enjoying it by the hardness of his cock pressed against him and he rocks his own hips forward to slide his cock against him, teasing him both ways now as he bends his head to catch Eiden's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Giving him sensation upon sensation. ]
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Oh... fuck, oh no - [ a soft hitch of breath ] - Keep that up I'm gonna come really fast...
[ he tightens fingers in his hair, rolling his hips like an offering. ] Wanna come with you inside. [ he doesn't care at this point if the door gets opened, but he does know he wants to do this again, and some more. he's not done yet. ]
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So he slides his hands down under the man’s thighs… and then hefts him up a little, bracing him against the door behind them so Eiden can wrap his legs around Sylvain’s waist.
Hey, if they’re gonna keep the door locked for several more minutes, might as well make good use of it, right? ]
Can’t have you coming too fast now, can we? Pretty sure we’ve got a few minutes left, at least…
[ Did they, though? Hard to tell. Not that he actually cared at the moment. Not when he makes sure Eiden is securely braced a moment before he rocks his hips inward, the tip of his cock sliding against the other man’s slicked entrance. ]
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Mmmhmm~I could really take my time with you...
[ as he shifts, allows himself to slide down onto his cock, he lets out a soft laugh, his body hugging nicely around sylvain. he can feel the slight discomfort of his own dampness, for a moment feeling the heat of his face surge from the sheer vulnerability of it. still, it's perfect for what he wants, what he needs and he shuts his eyes, willing away the uncertainty. it's perfect - this is perfect actually. ]
Sucks that we only have a little bit of time left... [ breathless now as he leans in to kiss him again, brushing lips and then hovering nose to nose. ] You better meet up with me later, I wanna - [ a whimper ] - pick your brain... mmm... [ god stop being so fucking talkative and get fucked you idiot. ]
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We have time to take our time, apparently. And if this is how they want us to play... well. I'm not complaining. Although are you sure it's my brain you're interested in for later?
[ Another laugh, low and husky, as he gives a deeper thrust now, a hint rougher and faster. Enjoying the sound of that needy little whimper and wanting to draw more from him. ]
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Said what I said. I can multitask.
[ he can want his dick and he can want to find out what kind of person he is. eiden may jump into things dick first, but... well. sometimes that's how you learn about a person best. like a weirdo. he presses lips to his throat, biting down as he takes each thrust with a series of drawn out moans. he doesn't want to completely stifle himself, but part of him needs the assurance that not everyone in the hall can hear him. he shifts, pulling his lips away and murmuring - ]
Sylvain - ohh, yeah, listen... I want... all of you. All of it... Just like this...
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Still, those bites at his throat have equally deep moans coming from Sylvain to match him. His hips stutter in response before picking up the pace again, the sensation of Eiden tight and trembling around him driving him higher. He braces a little more carefully against the door, just in case his own legs start trembling but at the moment he's fine - and far too distracted by chasing their pleasure as he fucks up into the other man wrapped around him. ]
I feel like if you can still multitask, I'm not doing a good enough job.
[ There's laughter in his tone again as he reaches down between them, wrapping fingers around Eiden's cock and stroking him in time with his next thrust. That tight heat he sinks into each time is blissful enough that he knows how easily it would be to chase his own pleasure and lose himself in it, but he wants to make sure Eiden is right there with him. ]
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Nngh - [ the closest to a word that he can manage as sylvain sends him towards the apex of pleasure. he nods, a little sweat causing his hair to cling to his temples as he rides to the edge of his pleasure. he slips, the hand sliding to press against the door as finds himself releasing over sylvain's knuckles, a trembling yelp leaving his throat. he comes hard enough that his body bows in a tight arch, thighs pressing sylvain closer inside with heels digging in. he rubs himself right there against the head of his cock, trapping him inside for a few moments. ]
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The nails digging into the skin of his back get a low groan of pleasure as he arches up in sharp, rapid thrusts, feeling Eiden's body convulse as he spills over his hand, still stroking him - though the movements slow a little after. The way he rocks, though, clenched so tight as his body shudders with his orgasm is enough to give Sylvain that last little push he needed. He rocks, rough and deep, once more, twice, before sheathing himself fully inside and spilling with a low cry, one he muffles into the damp flesh of Eiden's shoulders, teeth biting lightly enough to leave a faint mark in the skin. ]
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his head is spinning too much to notice or care if the door opens at all. thighs shake as he clings, squeezing around sylvain's cock as though refusing to let go of the idea of this particular fullness.
when he does lift his head, his eyes are blown out wide and his lips are wet, bruised. he pushes forward to take his mouth into another kiss, fingers climbing again to touch his hair, his jaw. his words teeter softly. ]
That's Heaven... it's gotta be...
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He’s not sure he’d trust his legs right now otherwise.
His teeth scrape against Eiden’s lower lip as he playfully rocks his hips again, shifting how he’s sheathed in the other man but not pulling out yet. ]
Mmm. You make the most delicious sounds when you come. I’m definitely going to have to make you make more of those.
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[ said smoothly at first with a little hiccup at the end as sylvain shifts himself inside of him. he can feel the release gathering, warm and wet from gravity, and he squirms. not uncomfortably, rather, how can he better accommodate the bulk inside of him. he pushes himself down just a bit further, like trying to seal himself up as he kisses him once more, hungry and open-mouthed, a reward for blissing him out. he's still riding the high, but he always feels a little high when someone stays inside of him.
he squeezes unconsciously, clutches around him with a giddy sigh. ]
In a bed, even? [ pushing a little bit of his hair back. he glances down just a bit and gives a tired little smile. ] How're the legs... you okay?
[ he's been there, it's shaky business. ]
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[ Humor lingers in his tone as he murmurs the words into Eiden’s kiss, playfully nipping at his lip. Casting a glance sideways, he gives another quiet laugh when he sees the door is cracked open slightly, although he can see or hear no one beyond it. ]
Looks like our seven minutes satisfied them, too.
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Better have... it was good. Let's not stick around to give them the satisfaction of an encore.
[ still, he kisses him back, chases his mouth as he tries to feel himself out. he could probably walk, but it would be embarrassing. he can feel the wetness already threatening to slip out from around the warmth of sylvain's cock. leaving a kiss along the corner of his mouth, he shifts slightly to make it easier. ]
I can walk, but it's not going to be clean. [ maybe he sounds just a little embarrassed. ] No regrets, though.
[ though he's determined to keep contact regardless. ]
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Maybe I should be carrying you to the bathing chamber instead?
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If your legs can take it, I'll help you scrub down.
[ because god yes a bath would be great, actually. the nip against his shoulder earns a soft crooning noise, his body sensitive after that. ]
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[ He grins, enjoying the feeling of nails raking against his scalp. Testing his legs and whether they'll hold, he lifts Eiden off where he'd had him pinned against the wall. Gravity helps keep Eiden anchored in place, but his hands slide down under his ass to help support him as he steps back. ]
Hmm. We might have to come back for the clothes though. I am not bending right now. [ That shouldn't be a hardship, the bathing chambers are just down the hall. ] And hopefully whoever shut us in isn't still waiting out there.
[ He nudges the door further open and then leans them out to find an empty hallway stretching in other direction. Right. Perfect time to make a run for it. Or at least a casual walk. ]
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[ sylvain is... so funny. eiden peers around, blushing just a bit because like. okay being naked in front of a bunch of people is not his first kink, but like. it is maybe a little exciting. full of spend, dribbling a bit. he can't hide anything like this. ]
We did pretty good with just a closet~ [ he does not say it, but perhaps it's implied, imagine what we could do with a bath? ]
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[ He’s chuckling as he hurries them down the hall, hands easily supporting Eiden’s weight against him. They get a few startled looks when he steps into the bathroom, although at least it’s much emptier now than it was earlier in the day. Playfully, he just gives them all a casual wave and continues on to the large bathing chamber. Which is, just their luck, empty for the time being.
Nothing to see here folks, please return to playing with your… soaps.
Carrying Eiden over to the stone steps that lead down into the massive soaking pool, he’s chuckling as he does so. ]
See? Look at all those surfaces we can try fucking on. Who needs a bed?
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You are insatiable - not that I'm complaining. [ fingers splaying up to curl around his shoulder as he leans up to kiss him again, short, but still hungry. ] I could go again if you're curious...
[ glancing around, he's not surprised. ]
And it seems like they're not discouraging it, so really.
[ shifting a little again. ] Wanna let me down and we can at least make an attempt to get clean? [ before things devolve again oops. ]
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[ There's laughter in his voice, but he does carefully lift the man off his cock and lower him down onto the ledge that lines the inside of the bath, a few inches under the water.
...He really hopes the staff cleans this place a lot. But considering what he suspects goes on everywhere around here, he thinks that's likely. He also thinks that he doesn't want to think about that too hard. Gross. ]
And I might be a little insatiable. Although this place seems to be helping...
[ He's still hard. Which is impressive, even for him. But he'd heard people talking about this in the showers earlier. ]
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Yeah, this place really seems to be obsessed with it.
And I thought the place I came from was strange, this resort or whatever takes it to a whole other level...
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Really convenient in situations like this, of course, but still really strange.
Sylvain just laughs as he braces his hands on the ledge to either side of Eiden’s hips and leans in to kiss him slowly, lazily. The rush from earlier has abated somewhat - maybe the hot water is helping with that? Either way, he slides his hands up Eiden’s thighs beneath the water before drawing back. ]
You seem to be taking it pretty well in stride, though.
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sylvain leans in and eiden meets him part way, a flush blooming over his face - more visible in the light of the baths than anything. they should perhaps have showered down first to get the worst of it off, but the heat from the bath is bringing back the feeling in his legs and lower back. he moans a little against his mouth, feeling that clever hand darting back. how rude, he liked it there. he even reaches to try and chase it with his hand, to touch sylvain's wrist and bring it forward again. ]
I take things well when I'm fucked good... [ true statement, but also maybe a little bit of a joke. ] ... mostly because it's distracting. I like distractions.
[ he lifts another hand, wet with the bath, to slide into sylvain's hair, drawing him in close. ] And I think you do too. [ said as that hand on sylvain's wrist creeps down to brush his hip, thumb smoothing over muscle and bone, fingers skimming to find him and reward him with a firm stroke of his fingers over his cock. ]
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Hell, after his earlier experience in the shower, it could even be the soap. He’s not sure it’s important right now, though.
Especially because Eiden is very good at distractions.
He leans in, capturing the other man’s mouth in another kiss, managing to make it both playful and hungry all at once. His own hand comes in to mirror the action around Eiden’s cock, stroking him slowly beneath the water with clever, knowing fingers. ]
If I wasn’t a fan of them before, I sure am now.
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Mmm, look we can be a little productive. No one said getting clean couldn't be a little fun...
[ another nibble to sylvain's mouth as he bucks into his hands. his own hand thumbs along the top of his cock, stroking with one hand. meanwhile, the other skims to brush over sylvain's chest, fingers splaying to grope him. he can't help himself, it's right fucking there. ]
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Why do I get the feeling that our efforts to get ‘clean’ are just going to get us dirtier?
[ But it’s not like he’s objecting here. Or stopping it from heading in exactly that direction. ]
For Felix
[ Sylvain would have been more than happy to work with him to get to where they needed to go - and might also be making mental notes of how to conveniently thwart Felix in the future when he needs him to stand still long enough to have an actual discussion about something.
And he'd been about to take a step in the direction Felix was clearly leaning. Except that final snapped retort just has him blinking down at his friend in bewilderment. What's he talking about? ]
What farce? Because I'm afraid to break it to you, getting out of some ropes isn't going to get us any freer of the rest of all this?
[ Just you wait, Felix, you'll both probably be dodging flying dildos next. That is how both their luck works, after all. ]
for Seimei
I mean, I guess that would depend on if the fox ran away or looked like it wanted to eat me. [ Sylvain looks amused at this comparison, even though most foxes in the woods he was familiar with weren't the type to worry him. Not when there were much worse things that roamed the wilds of Fodlan of late. But that tended to be his rule of thumb with most wild things he encountered, so it still felt fitting here.
Still, Abe no Seimei's introduction has him intrigued and... wait was that his whole name? Was it a title? Name and surname? He didn't want to be rude and ask, so he just committed it to memory for now. He'd figure it out later. ]
Spiritually inclined? Are you a priest?
Re: for Seimei
[ Is he teasing him? Absolutely! But with a warm smile and the playful interest of someone who often wanders out into the forest without any concerns about predators. He's more charmed by Sylvain's lack of concern than surprised. Clearly the question of what attracts Sylvain has to be explored as well. ]
Ah, not a priest, but I resolve supernatural problems? I guess you could say I fix things spiritually!
[ Explaining what an onmyouji is would probably only be more confusing. ]
I'm a freelancer. Sorry, apparently I don't have a business card.
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But Sylvain just grins, playing along with the teasing because he really doesn't mind it. ]
Spirits won’t bother me unless they’re trying to eat me. Which makes them distinctly un-cute. [ Probably. Although he supposes it depends on the type of eating, but in his experience, unhappy spirits aren’t really interested in that. Not that he has a lot of experience, but still. ]
Ahh, I see. So are you trying to fix… whatever’s in the mirrors?
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Then we'll try not to let them eat you.
[ Maybe. It's probably unlikely for them to need to fight off malicious spirits, but they can never be sure. But dealing with strange magical situations is pretty normal for him. ]
That's right. I wanted to find out who they are and what they want. Then maybe we can get them out of the mirrors too.
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Even if he casts the mirror a skeptical look. ]
That’s assuming they want to be outside the mirrors. Or they weren’t put there with good reason?
[ Not that he can really think of a good reason for that. Beyond that whole ‘wanting to eat him’ thing. ]
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Oh, we can't know unless we try, right? Even if they were put in there, how would we know it was for a good reason if we don't test it? Maybe they want out and can't tell us. That's why we have to be the ones to look first.
[ It could also just be an illusion made up to trick them, with no actual entities involved at all. There's always that chance, but Seimei will still happily try to bait the spellcaster behind it just to lure them out. He's never been bothered by using himself as a trap. ]
Did you see anything else strange so far? Maybe it's a clue.
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Do you have something to start taking notes, then? Because pretty much everything I’ve seen today, since the moment I opened my eyes, could be considered ‘strange’.
[ He waves a hand to encompass their surroundings, and everything that comes with that. ] I’m not sure anyone would call any of this ‘normal’. Except maybe the people who have been here far longer than we have. And I’m not sure they’re reliable.
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Everything you've seen?
[ He is most definitely giving Sylvain a hard time. ]
But if everything is strange, wouldn't that just make "strange" normal? And then the only way we can be normal is to be a little strange ourselves.
[ Seimei is not having any difficulty mastering that part. ]
Well, we'll only learn more by trying things out, right? We should at least test the theory.
Mingle: Olivine
[ Another quiet chuckle as he releases the toy, letting it stay where it is as he slides his hands up over Olivine's thighs and hips once more. Teasing against flushed skin as he gives the other man a moment to catch his breath. ]
Making it halfway is a good start. Did you want to keep playing with the cards, then? Unless you feel like choosing something different, anyway?
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Haah... ah... I can keep playing... I think. [He glances from the bed to the bench, though.] If you'll... pull the toy out, I can get another card.
[It's too thin to keep inside by itself with how wet he is, after all, no matter how tightly he squeezes.]
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[ He winks, even as he pushes up on one elbow and reaches for the next card in the deck. He picks it up, glances at it, and then just snorts out a laugh. ]
I think the cards have decided I should be trying out all the different forms of bondage today.
[ He holds up the card so Olivine can see the picture and the word cockring underneath it. ]
I can’t say I’ve ever worn one of those before. Maybe I’ll have to take that toy out after all, so you can go pick one out for me…
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[but he's absolutely not about to stop Sylvain. The other steps away and Olivine struggles against the urge to squirm while he waits, watching him lift the card.]
Oh? There are a lot of forms...
[but he turns the card so that Olivine can see it, and the priest has to laugh. Well, he does have intimate experience with this one...]
I find them exciting, hehe. But if you want me to pick, I'm happy to... or I can walk you through what to look for. Mmn, they can be a little hard to put on if you're too hard, though.
[most of them are pretty rigid, after all.]
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Pick me out one you think I’d like. Or that you like. I’m clearly not gonna be picky about it.
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I suppose it's better that way, since we won't be able to take these with us.
[pushing himself upward, Olivine climbs off of the bed, steps delicate but determined. He's fine, really.
And it takes him a lot less time to pick something for Sylvain. It's similar to the collar he'd picked—pretty, black coated, with just a couple of gold adornments. As he steps back to Sylvain, he hums softly.]
Would you like me to help put it on you, too? [a laugh.] Not that it's difficult, mind.
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Sure. Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Although no promises you touching me won’t just make this harder than it has to be, apparently.
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Really, do you think I'd do that to you? I can always touch you once it's in place.
[Despite the low ache still in his belly, Olivine is quick to kneel in front of Sylvain, glancing up at him with no end of amusement in his expression. Delicate fingers curl around his cock just to lift it into place and start easing the ring down.]
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[ His eyes darken a shade as he watches Olivine kneel down between his legs, but he holds still, even though a shiver slips through him as the other man starts to slide the ring down over the length of his cock. ]
So what do these do, exactly? Other than look pretty, I suppose?
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[He just laughs softly, working the ring down. It's not too difficult, and his grin matches many of Sylvain's in mischief when he asks that.]
It can delay your orgasm, at least. If it stops it completely, it's probably too tight... but here, let me—
[has he been waiting patiently for this? Absolutely. Olivine's weight shifts, tongue dragging up the underside of Sylvain's cock, pressing little metal-studded kitten licks to the head of it. He had to prove Sylvain right, didn't he?]
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[ His hands give out and he flops back to the bed as a shudder of pleasure sweeps through him. he’d still been half-hard from earlier, but those fingers on his skin had been one thing and then the slide of that tongue, the cool glide of metal…
He’s fully hard again in a matter of moments. Olivine really is unfairly talented at being a tease. ]
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What do you think? Not too tight, but a lot more intense, right?
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[ He groans, cock pulsing against the restriction of the ring around its base. It hadn’t been enough to come, but it did make the pleasure feel more intense somehow. He wasn’t questioning it.
He waves a hand at the deck of cards again. ] I think that means its once more your turn.
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Mm, are we moving on to us actually picking cards that affect us instead of the opposite now?
[It's a little funny, really. Olivine climbs to his feet anyway, picking up... well, the whole set of cards, actually. To move them to the beside table, so they don't have to walk for every one. then he lifts the top card. And... stares at it for a moment.]
... do we have something here for this...?
[settling on the bed near Sylvain, he turns the card over to let him read temperature play. This. Actually may be something that hadn't even occurred to Olivine before now.]
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[ You might have momentarily scrambled his brain, actually. He just remembers picking up the cockring card. And the one before that? They’re starting to run together now.
But he pushes up on an elbow to take in the card and then glances around the room before catching sight of something across the way. An armchair sits there with a round table beside it. And on it is a bucket holding a bottle of wine. Getting up and peering inside, he grins when he finds it full of ice. ]
I think we can improvise. Might as well get comfy again, Oli.
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[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]
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[ Laughter bright in his eyes, he plucks up a couple of ice cubes and carries them back over to where Oli is perched in the bed. Reaching out with his free hand, he gives the man a nudge to lay him back on his back once more before climbing up to straddle his hips. It has his own ringed cock - still hard, of course - resting against Olivine’s stomach as he leans over the other man with a smirk.
And of course aims for the one place he knows Olivine is already extremely sensitive.
The ice cube trails lightly over flushed skin as he slowly circles one of the man’s nipples with it - not close enough to touch, he keeps a slight distance for now, but he knows the cold will be an abrupt sensation to Oli’s sensitive skin. ]
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[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.
He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]
Ah—sylv... mmnh...
[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]
Nnghaah... c-cold... but it feels like fire...
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[ Sylvain chuckles at that, watching Olivine’s reaction with a smile. He doesn’t mind the way the other man writhes up against him, either, even though he keeps himself firmly seated on Oli’s hips, keeping him relatively pinned in place against the bed.
He still doesn’t let the ice brush directly over the nipple - or the piercing there 0 but instead lets it drift against heated skin to circle around the other nipple in much the same way as he had the first one. ]
Mmmm. I think you like this one. I’m going to have to remember it.
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It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
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[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
Like this? Or somewhere else?
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[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
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Maybe this will help.
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
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Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
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And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
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predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
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He’s greedy and wants more, of all of it, just as much as Olivine does.
Which is why he indulges them both instead. By switching his mouth to the other nipple, skin now pebbled from the ice as he closes his lips and sucks the sensitive skin into wet heat. And lets the ice cube now slide over the other newly-freed nipple. ]
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Ha-aagh! [it's a little painful, and that's all for the better as far as the priest is concerned. panting, his tongue slips past his lips, lids lilting all but closed as he squirms in place.] Hurts... fuck, I— [he needs a second to find focus, fingers trembling where they still hold firm.] I'm going to come again if you keep going—
[maybe he should be a little more embarrassed by that, all things considered. he's not, though, not in the slightest.]
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[ His voice is a purr as he murmurs the words around Olivine’s nipple. He holds the other man pinned in place and then deliberately rocks his hips down to grind their arousals together - his is still achingly hard because of the cock ring in place, but he can feel how frenzied it’s driving Olivine, the extreme sensations stimulating against sensitive nerves and flesh.
He feels him struggling to squirm and holds him pinned, giving him the sensation to struggle against at the same tie, even as he makes sure there’s no time for the other man to find his focus just yet. Switching between ice and heat even as he rocks their hips together, grinding down against the other man as he squirms, caught between the sensations. ]
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[too much would really be just enough for Olivine, probably. Regardless, he groans louder as their hips rock together, his searching for something, anything. More, just to take him beyond that edge again.
The ice does a fine job of that though, coupled with Sylvain's mouth as he grinds their hips together. Warm desperation cloaks him in a haze, and as he marvels at the sensation of that ringed cock against his skin, and he could almost laugh at how easily he's distracted.
It doesn't help him to hold back any, every sensation driving him to toe that edge until he's falling over it again, abruptly and sharply. Fingers tug and knead at soft hair and scalp, absent and instinctive as he's dragged through yet another orgasm. ... they're going to be an absolute mess by the end of this, aren't they.]
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Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]
And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]
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He's even more sensitive now, in any case, body arching as cold trails over his side and wet heat swirls against a nipple, cheeks deeply red.]
I feel like... haah... that might be a little bad for your mouth... [He huffs a little laugh; of course he's still worried about the other's safety, even if his own feels less worrisome.] But... it would be interesting to feel...
[There's surely some way to do it safely. Olivine's fingers trail down to cup Sylvain's cheek, just watching him there, face perched above his chest as he is.]
What now...? I don't think we can reach the cards like this.
[well, Sylvain might be able to, with them now on the nearby table. But still!]
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But Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he teasingly trails the ice cube down over Olivine’s stomach, letting it rest just over his navel, watching as the skin pebbles around it. It’s almost melted now, water trickling down over Olivine’s flushed skin, but he’s sure it’s still plenty cold. ]
Are you sure you’re up to keep going? I can grab another card if you are.
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His breath hitches as Sylvain trails the dwindling ice cube over his stomach, a sharp, needy whine escaping when it comes to rest over his navel. It's just far enough from his gemstone that it's not too distracting, though he's torn between glancing down and just watching Sylvain's face throughout.]
I'm alright... [water trickles down his side when he inhales, earning a little shift under the redhead.] Besides, picking another will give me a moment to come down from everything. We're only halfway done now...
[is he absolutely determined to last the whole six? Yes, absolutely. Not that losing would be bad either.]
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[ Grinning, Sylvain leans in and down to reward the other man with a slow kiss, brushing his hair back off his face before pulling back again. Leaning over to the side, he reaches for the deck of cards and plucking one up.
He blinks at it a moment before holding up the card for Olivine to see and grinning down at him. ]
Feel like getting creative?
[ The card has a length of rope and reads bondage. ]
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he really does feel loose and lazy in the aftermath. when he opens his eyes again, he blinks at that grin.]
Creative...
[his gaze shifts to the card, a smile drawing across his lips that's almost... mischievous. now this...]
I think I can do that. You'll have to trust me.
[pushing himself up a bit and testing his legs, Olivine reaches up to brush his fingers against Sylvain's cheek, up through his hair.]
Is there anything I should avoid, with these?
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[ Even Sylvain is a little surprised at how easily those words come, but they’re true enough. Especially with something like this. He turns his head, brushing a kiss against Olivine’ palm as his hand slides by to tangle fingers in his hair again.
But the question has him shaking his head slightly, since nothing is coming to mind. ]
I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if anything comes up while we’re trying it.
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to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]
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Find anything?
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If his posture shifts just the slightest bit to highlight his ass(ets), that's definitely just circumstantial, surely. And at the question, he lifts the white, silken rope for Sylvain to see, wound into a number of loops so it's hard to guess just how long it is.]
You're a little taller than me, but I think this should be long enough to work. [The implication that he's wrapped himself is sure there...
In any case, now that he has what he needs, Olivine crosses the space again and sets it down, taking one end and threading it first through the ring on Sylvain's collar. Giving it a firm tug, he pauses there to let the redhead assess the feeling.]
Does that feel alright? It shouldn't pull any harder than this when I'm done, but we don't have to use this, either.
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I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, Olivine. Go ahead and play.
[ In fact, he’s curious about what Olivine has in mind - and excited to experience it. he’s not accustomed to being on this end of things, but he doesn’t think he’ll mind, since it’s Olivine he’s here with. ]
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Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]
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Olivine doesn’t go for anything obvious or predictable, and Sylvain has to admit he’s impressed with the arrangement the other man comes up with as he binds his body into what almost feels like a harness of ropes, shifting over sensitive skin, but making that restriction pronounced anytime he moves. He can feel the ropes tug and pull, tightening slightly as he flexes beneath it.
Olivine might have been worried it would be too much, after his reaction earlier, but that had been strictly from the feel of fingers around his throat. This… this didn’t have any negative connotations in his mind. In fact, his body was flushed as Olivine works his way lower, winds those ropes between his legs until they’re wrapped around the base of his cock and fastened in place once more in the front.
He watches all of this with a hungry gaze, and when Olivine finishes, he shifts again, testing the restriction of it, giving a soft moan when he feels the ropes shift with him, tighten against sensitive flesh in the best way. His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he licks his lips and nods. ]
It feels good. You’re really good at that, Olivine.
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A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]
I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.
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But Olivine’s words sink in a moment later and he blinks his eyes back open to study his face curiously. ]
You bind yourself like this?
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[settling on the bed next to Sylvain, he chuckles lightly.]
Should I pick another card, or do you want to get used to it a little longer?
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If you need help with that here, I hope you know you can come to me to help. I may not know a lot about… regulating essence or whatever. But you don’t have to do it alone, either.
[ As for continuing their game… he gives a low chuckle as he shakes his head. ] No, I can adjust as we go, I think. Pull your next card, Olivine. We’re getting pretty well through the deck now. Think you can keep going?
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Thank you. I'll definitely keep it in mind—but you don't need to worry too much. I know better than to deal with everything on my own.
[His own hands find to cover Sylvain's as he speaks, eyes closing for a moment. It's followed shortly by a laugh, leaning in for a soft kiss.]
I'm fine. Didn't I just say we're only halfway there?
[pulling away with a little reluctance, he plucks up another card, turning it upright for both of them. It reads submission, which is... vague. Fitting though?]
... ah. I suppose that makes it your turn to be even more creative, then?
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He gives him that kiss, then pulls back as Olivine reaches for the next card. He blinks at it a moment when the other man shows him the next dare, looking a little perplexed. ]
Well. That’s rather… vague and open-ended, isn’t it? I mean, hells, I could order you to kneel for me and as long as you obeyed, technically you’d be fulfilling it.
[ He frowns, then wiggles his fingers at the card deck again. ] Pull another one. maybe it will give us something for you to submit to and we can do a two-for-one?
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I suppose the length of time could have more to do with it, honestly. But since you don't have anything in mind, I can't see why not.
[the next card is... similarly vague, but at least the prompt of dildos gives Sylvain something to actually work with, compared to just... submission. and combined?]
... I'm becoming increasingly certain this deck just has an agenda. [he's not mad about it.]
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[ He chuckles, because the cock ring is certainly doing its job in that case, although he’s still achingly hard and it’s getting a little more difficult to focus at times. Especially when Oli loses himself in pleasure and writhes and keeps making those delicious noises. ]
Hmm, so maybe I should find a toy that we’ll have to work on your submission with. [ This place had to have something he could use to those ends, right? He gets up to examine the display of toys, all varying sizes, from narrow and slim to obscenely large. ] Although I’m having trouble finding something you might struggle with anyway. You just seem to like those better.
[ He tosses that comment over his shoulder with a grin, showing he clearly isn’t bothered by that. ]
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[he's feeling a little more relaxed now, watching quietly while he looks over their options. Olivine gives a soft hum in response to the "concern," unable to even be slightly sheepish at that comment and its subsequent grin. yeah, there's no shame there.]
Well, submission is more to do with following orders than struggling, isn't it? [it's easy to move, then, to slip his arms around Sylvain's waist, cheek resting on his shoulder.] That's what I've read, anyway. The fact is I would like just about anything you put me through, I think... hehe. Something like staying still throughout, or staying quiet, maybe? I'm... not very good at either of those, if you want it to be a challenge for me. Or you could have me use them on you, but then you'd have to give me direction for what you want for it to be submission, I suppose...
[he's not bothered by any of these facts, of course.]
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[ he grins again as he lifts a hand to thread through the man’s haor, with him leaning so close against his shoulder. Soaking up that warm contact and leaning back against him. ]
Maybe a particular position, then, and you’re not allowed to move while I pleasure you? [ A pause, before he shoots Oli a wicked smirk. ] Bet I could get you to come that way again once or twice, now that I think about it.
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[That's a little sheepish, earnest as it is. Quiet, sure, but...
Fingers thread in his hair and Olivine sighs contently, holding them both steady as Sylvain leans back into him. His fingers stroke the redhead's side in fond and absent circles, humming thoughtfully at the suggestions.]
That would work... I'd definitely struggle a bit with it. [that smirk is unfair, okay. It drags color up his cheeks, toward his ears, and Olivine struggles not to squirm all over again.] ... I'm pretty sure you could manage that no matter what position I was in, Sylvain... but that makes me want to hold out for the second, too. I guess we'll see what I can handle, then.
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Alright, on your back. I want you to spread your legs for me and then hold them pinned against your chest with your hands. Hold yourself open for me.
[ He gives Olivine a playful wink, even as he strolls over to the nightstand and curiously plucks up the next card. Before giving a snort of laughter. Oh, this is gonna be fun. ]
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Mm, I can do that.
[boy can he do that. his mouth and hands pull away so he can return to the bed, sitting back on it comfortably before stretching his torso out to find a good position for exactly that.
hands slide down his hips to curl around his thighs then, knees bending around his fingertips when they reach the backs of them. Olivine is way more flexible than he has any right to be too, back shifting as thighs meet the ridges of his hipbones and his arms pull back, upward. that lifts his ass neatly in the air, wet skin on full display as his knees find their place against his chest just far enough out to press his tits together and frame his clamped nipples.]
Another card already? Aren't you getting a little greedy?
[asks the one with his ass and tits both on full display and his lip pulled between his teeth, not to mention the absolute greediest look in his eyes where he watches Sylvain from.]
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[ There's mischief in his gaze as he tosses the card back on the discard pile without even showing it to Olivine. He'll learn what it said in a moment, after all.
In the meantime, he climbs up on the bed and kneels between Olivine's spread legs, now held aloft against his chest. Taking a moment, he lets his dark gaze sweep appreciatively over the other man's exposed flesh. Every gorgeous inch of him. It's impossible to miss that he's hard again and he honestly finds himself wondering how far Olivine really could be pushed. How many times he could make him come in a row like this. But the other man doesn't seem to be drifting into oversensitized territory yet, so he's going to assume they'll be good for another time or two.
He waves the dildo in Olivine's general direction with a smirk as he settles comfortably between his legs. ]
You're going to be good and hold that position for me now. If you drop it, I'm going to stop. Understand?
[ He waits for acknowledgement before sliding the toy in to slide it over slicked flesh, letting Olivine's own slick lubricate the soft silicone surface. This particular toy is ridged, and he'd picked it because there's a very noticeable ridge that he's going to guess rests right over the prostate when inserted. Since the toy vibrates too, he's planning on having a lot of fun with this one. ]
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[not unreasonable in the least, considering. Even not knowing how much he's in danger with the last card.
Olivine's breath catches when Sylvain climbs up to kneel between his thighs, and it's already a moment of concentration to keep from reaching out to touch his cheek. He's appreciative, hungry... and it coils hot and excited in the pit of his belly to be looked at like this.]
Mmn... I understand. I'll do my best to stay like this.
[fingers curl harder against his knees as the toy slides in, ridges making his hips twitch with each one that slides past the ring of muscle at his entrance. Inhaling a shaky breath, Olivine's gaze turns to Sylvain again as he moves.]
Ugh... feels nice...
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[ There’s a definite glint of mischief in Sylvain’s gaze as he works the toy a little deeper. Thrusting it in with shallow movements as he lets the silicine get slicker each time he presses it a little deeper. Stretches Olivine open around it and works it until the base of the toy is seated just against that tight ring of muscle. ]
How’s that? Comfortable?
[ Although he doesn’t really give Olivine time to answer before he’s twisting the base and turning on the vibrator motor, now that the toy is nestled in place. ]
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[the words are breathed on a little groan as Sylvain works the toy in, little by little. it's already hard to keep hold of his knees and just let it happen when he wants to shove into it, to arch up and get it moving harder, faster.]
Ye—auggh-!
[the vibrator kicks on and Olivine's head tips back, brows furrowed at the sudden onslaught of sensation. is it worse against his entrance or his prostate? he can't decide, mostly because in this position everything feels so much more intense. fingers tremble against his skin and he bites his lip.]
Nngh... that's not fair... Syl—vain...
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[ That smirk is audible as he watches Olivine’s reactions as those vibrations start up. The way he can see the tight ring of muscle clench down around it as his body shudders. The way his cock twitches in reaction to the stimulation, without Sylvain even having to touch him. He can see the tremble in those fingers, but Olivine doesn’t let go. ]
That’s a good boy. Now stay right there for me. Don’t let go.
[ Which is all the warning he gives as he leans down to circle the base of the toy lodged in Olivine’s ass with his tongue, teasing that tight ring of muscle even more. ]
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[rude. it's rude!! which, of course, is exactly what Olivine loves and they both know it. every twitch of his cock, the curl of his toes, the way his head shifts to try and alleviate some of the instinct to move, it's all a beautiful display for Sylvain in this moment.
the reminder feels out of place, at first, and the priest's lips part to say something when he leans down, wet pressing against the ring of his entrance, circling that toy.]
Wa-wait—
[nails dig into his skin just to attempt holding still, an uneven, choked yowl escaping his lips. it barely even occurs to him that this could be Sylvain's card and that he's not just tormenting him—which, again, is really what he likes anyway. toes curl and his legs do shift a little, balance thrown off by the additional sensation, but for now he manages to stay steady.]
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Chuckling to himself - because he knows exactly what he’s doing and how it will feel for the other man - Sylvain resumes his task. Tongue teasing along the outside of that tight ring of muscle that clenches and grips around the toy still humming away in his ass. He can feel the vibrations of it along his tongue, too, so he can only imagine how good that feels lodged inside of him. Especially lodged against his prostate at it is.
The few times he’d been teased with something similar here it had been enough to drive him near mad. So there might have been a reason he picked it.
But his real focus is the slow, tantalizing tease of his tongue circling that slicked entrance. Building the sensations from it, keeping it shallow and not yet dipping past the toy to delve in beside it. Soon, though.
He wonders how much Olivine could actually take alongside the vibrator? His tongue? A few fingers? His cock? Maybe he’ll have to see in a bit… ]
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it's such a marked difference compared to the insistent buzz of the toy, teasing at a little more but never moving past the edge of that ring. too shallow, not enough. there's one small potential problem with this path, of course, given how wet Olivine is and how much more he's building up in response.]
Syl... vain... haah...
[he wants to ask for more already, but it's been no time at all. just like he wants to give up holding himself in place, to arch up into that sensation and demand more. breath picking up, Olivine lets his head fall back, bites his lip in an attempt to endure.]
Nngh... if you keep... doing that... it'll fall out...
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[ A single finger is tapped against the toy’s base, wiggling it within him and nudging the angle to shift slightly. Letting him feel the movement of it, even when Olivine still has to hold completely still.
And he bites down lightly against the inside of the man’s thigh in playful teasing before turning back to the task the card had given him, teasing that sensitive ring of muscle with his tongue.
Although Olivine has a point in that he’s growing so much slicker from the stimulation. Means he can lap up the taste of it from Olivine’s skin even as he teases the man even more. ]
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[it's such a small movement, but Olivine is so worked up it may as well have been a full thrust for how it shifts against his prostate. again his hips jolt, and again he manages to settle back into behaving for now. how much longer? not that much, if the tremble of his fingers is anything to go by.
the soft little bite doesn't help at all, a sharp curse escaping his lips when Sylvain returns to his task. he can't remember the last time it was like this—it hasn't been, really, not where he had to both endure the teasing and also be still.
... but God, it's only been a couple of minutes at most and he already wants to give up, actually? more still when the redhead's teasing starts to meld with everything else in the pleasant haze of it, a flicker of sensation against the constant buzz. nails dig in, release, and he considers the merits of giving up right here and now.
then again, it won't be much longer before he can't hold on anyway.]
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He’s totally “helping” when he curls his fingers around the base of that toy and starts to nudge it in and out of Olivine’s hole in time to the slide of his tongue. Shallow thrusts, more of a rocking motion than anything. But each shift of motion grinds the vibrating length down against Olivine’s prostate. ]
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which is why he's maybe not as embarrassed when Sylvain starts moving that toy and he's left crying out, jolting and arching as it grinds against his prostate and he can't help but lean up into it, the earlier warning forgotten. it's only by the fact that his nails give him something else to focus on that they don't release his legs entirely, grip tight enough to dig into pale flesh.]
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But rimming is rather difficult when the target starts squirming for more.
Not that he really minds, and the grin curving against the soft flesh of Olivine’s inner thigh is more than enough proof of that. ]
Too much, Olivine? Perhaps I should stop?
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[breathless, Olivine shivers at the sensation of Sylvain's grin against his thigh. all as he intended, then... he really is too good at this.
then again, is it too good if there's not a second of hesitation when the priest falls in line, his gaze heady and half-focused.]
I don't know... how much longer I can stay this way. I want more, Sylvain...
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[ He knows that’s not what the priest is begging for but he teases him with it anyway. Twists the toy within him as he grinds it back in again. Sees how far he can push him with just this. ]
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[he was already about at his limit, all things considered, so it's not a terrible surprise when Olivine's body wrenches in response to the grinding, twisting sensation buzzing against every part of him. the fingers of one hand lose their hold in a rough scrape of pale skin to grasp desperately at the sheets, orgasm right there; getting back to the exact position is an impossibility at this point and he knows it. if he dug any harder he'd probably break skin, and that would probably make Sylvain stop too... so this will have to do, whatever the redhead decides.]
Gghn... please...
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And never once lets his tongue drift away, although he nudges the toy now with each circle around his hole. Laps in alongside it, pressing deeper, pushing inside. Nudging the vibrator with his cheek to keep it moving. Making the stimulation unpredictable - especially since he’s not using his hands for any of it, occupied elsewhere as they were. ]
I want you to come for me, Olivine. [ He murmurs the words against the inside of his thigh as his teeth scrape there, sharp and possessive. ] I can feel how close you are. Spill for me again.
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I... Syl... God, fuck. [teeth scrape a thigh and he shudders at the sound of his voice, the sensation sharp against skin.] Coming... I'm coming again—
[honestly, he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to, even if Sylvain demanded it. warm heat splashes over his chest and just barely onto his jaw, his vision fading briefly out as everything tightens up to trembling.]
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And his tongue never lets up in its torment, rimming him around the buzzing toy, stretching him wider that the dildo can manage and lapping up the slick that coats his skin as he drives him higher, hard and fast. ]
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[Sylvain's definitely read him right, and Olivine practically has to bury his face in the bed just to endure the onslaught of vibration fucking into his prostate and ramping him up even higher. That his tongue doesn't retreat at all only makes it worse, greedy hole clenching down on it when it presses inside to stretch him a little wider, legs trembling.
It's no surprise that Sylvain's name becomes a slurred mantra alongside his pleading, and probably not a surprise that the second consecutive orgasm is going to take most of the redhead's strength to keep Olivine in place through. His body wrenches in the face of it, sensitivity digging into his concentration as the buzzing turns to wonderfully awful ache. There isn't even much less spend this second time—fifth time, whatever. It's a much bigger mess too, splattering on skin and sheets alike, his toes curled as he attempts to come back to earth after that one.]
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But there's little pause between those gasping breaths, cock still twitching against his stomach, before Sylvain is all but ripping the toy from his ass and tossing it aside without a care, hearing the vibrations die down - or maybe just grow muffled with distance, he doesn't actually care as he crawls up Olivine's body, eyes dark and wild. ]
Need to fuck you, Oli...
[ Done with the game, his control unraveling, he fists one hand in Oli's hair as he drags him closer and slides in between those spread legs. There's no hesitation now as he guides his own cock to that slick hole and thrusts inside with one sharp rock of his hips, burying himself completely. The toy had stretched him enough and he's slick enough that there's not a lot of resistance, but he's still bigger than the toy had been as he pushes into Olivine's body. he groans with need, hips starting to rock with a desperate rhythm, even as his lips crash against the other man's, hungry and demanding. ]
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Ghh... finally...
[It's barely even a word slurred across his lips, broken into a moan as strong fingers fist in his hair and drag him closer. Despite the fact that he's definitely oversensitive now, Olivine relishes in the slide of Sylvain's cock into his hole, moaning helplessly as sharp, electric ache flickers through him. Hips buck into his and the priest shifts, sliding an arm around his shoulder and a leg around his thigh to anchor them together.
Lips capture his and he responds in kind, tongue clashing with the other's in feverish hunger. Meanwhile he's left shuddering as his abused hole twitches and squeezes with every thrust, cries and moans rising sharp and helpless in the air.]
Hu... hurry... fuck, hurts... so good...
[coherency is absolutely out of the question, and even Olivine isn't entirely sure what he's saying or what he wants, other than for Sylvain to fill him up again.]
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Fuck, fuck, Oli, still so tight. Need...
[ He's not exactly coherent either, as his teeth bite down on Olivine's lower lip as his pace speeds, stutters, picks up again, faster and rougher, hips snapping up to sheathe himself fully over and over again. ]
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Haah... keep... nngh... [His back arches as teeth nip at his lip, gaze unfocusing for a moment.] Fuck... gimme...
[hurry, deeper, hot. He can't be sure if he says any of the words aloud but they crash into his senses with every snap of hips, slapping lewdly in the air. Panting breaths have his tongue out fully, body absolutely squeezing tight to try and milk Sylvain through the ring. A little more, just a little. He's sure of it—]
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[ He pants the words out against the man’s lips as he grasps his hips, slamming into him deeply over and over again. Feeling Olivine clench around him, trying to drag his own orgasm out of him. He’s so fucking close, teetering on that edge, but he really does want to feel Olivine clench and spasm around him one more time as he comes.
He’d promised him six, after all. ]
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[it isn't the first time he's come this many times this rapidly, but it's a little more intense this way. legs tremble as he holds on, jolting with every slam of hips that threatens to leave him screaming. there's a thread of dizziness to it when the last orgasm shudders through him, just this side of discomfort. worth it, to feel Sylvain spill inside him alongside every clench and spasm, but God, it's a lot even for him.
six had been the wager, after all. one that Olivine very nearly just had to accept was hubris, in fact.]
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Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]
Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, Oli.
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Haah... ah... you're one to talk... Sylvain.
[oh, he's way more exhausted after that than he thought. it's almost enough to make him laugh, as trembling fingers reach up to brace Sylvain's jaw and brush his thumb across his cheek.]
That was... mmn. I wasn't sure I'd make it to six. [a breathless laugh, a little sheepish.] ... my nipples hurt.
[that sure was a lot of jolting movement to go through with clamps on over his piercings. good job, boys.]
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Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
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Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
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I think this might be my new favorite game.
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Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
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[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
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[laughing warmly, Olivine leans into the brush of Sylvain's fingers, his thumb tracing idly over the redhead's side. after a moment, he does hum softly, glancing upward.]
Once you're soft enough, you should take the ring off. The ropes should be comfortable even if you fall asleep, but it's better not to wear rings for too long.
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[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan, body protesting the movement. But it feels good to slip the ring off all the same, before he grabs a towel off the nightstand so they can clean up the worst of the mess they made.
Once that’s done, he stretches out beside Olivine once more, content to stay here and cuddle for a while. Bask in the afterglow. ]
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[once he's settled back in, Olivine is quick to snuggle in again for just the same reason. there's no sense in rushing, after all. not when lying here together feels better, his fingers drifting aimlessly over Sylvain's side.]
Mingle: Baizhu
[ He's managed to kick off his own pants in the process - made easier once he'd rolled them over, at least. His shirt had been dragged off the rest of the way too, leaving him naked atop the other man and now there was warm flesh pressed against his own, making him groan as his hands slide over Baizhu's skin. His mouth returns to capture the other man's, hurried and hungry, as one hand slides down to find the other man's cock to curl fingers around it, stroking it, even as he grinds his own arousal against the man's hip. Chasing how good it feels. ]
Re: Mingle: Baizhu
He sort of loves and hates it when people stronger than him mess with him like this, the way it makes his spine arch and his toes curl…
He can reward Sylvain with a pleased little moan for that, as his fingers scrabble for purchase at Sylvain’s hip, seeking the prize between his legs, desperation finally overriding every part of his brain—even the one so eager to study Sylvain for science.
But it’s enlightening, in a way—he can feel that same desperation building up now, and somehow much more rapidly considering his weaker constitution. He wraps his legs around Sylvain’s then as he attempts to scoot lower, squirming feverishly underneath Sylvain, yet still much too reluctant to break that kiss. ]
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Another shift and he manages to curl his fingers around both their cocks, when their bodies shift just so. His hand is large enough that he can stroke them in tandem and the feel of Baizhu’s cock sliding against his own as his hand strokes around them is enough to drag a strained, breathless cry from his lips, muffling it into their kiss as his hips rock down again.
Chasing that pleasure, he does it again, fucking down against the man he’s got pinned beneath him, his own skin feeling too hot as that need washes through him. ]
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So it’s a good thing that Sylvain starts rocking their hips together, Baizhu grinding upward with a desperation he can’t hide. His tongue chases after Sylvain’s as a needy moan passes between their lips, his fingers bunching in Sylvain’s vividly red hair and tugging hard as he tries and fails to regain control of the situation—the experiment—
He should stop and tell Sylvain to slow down, to regain control of the situation, but when he finally manages to break that kiss it’s only to gasp out— ]
Ah, more—!
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All the while, he rocks down against the other man, giving him heated friction to rut against as that heat builds higher and hotter. It’s impossible for Sylvain to even think right now, just chasing mindlessly after that building pleasure, how good it all feels.
How much he, too, wants more. ]
Fuck. [ He murmurs the curse against Baizhu’s throat as he finally tears his mouth away from the kiss, only to nip and suck his way back the man’s jaw and down his neck. Leaving tiny red marks in his wake. ] Fuck, I’m close. Next time… next time, want to be in you. Or have you in me. Either way would be good. There’s only so much more I can give you like this.
[ he could have dropped down to suck him off, honestly, but the friction feels so good against his own cock right now that he selfishly doesn’t want to relinquish it. ]
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[ He’d meant to say that Sylvain’s making him feel too much already, that he has far too much experience than Baizhu’s given him credit for. That, well, it’s very hard for him to think when he’s too busy trying to match Sylvain’s pace, unable to hide his gasps and his moans of pleasure when it’s all he can do to just hold on, fingers digging into Sylvain’s shoulders as if letting go would mean losing himself—
And, absurdly, a thought crawls into his mind then—that he had learned something after all, that there’s more to Sylvain than meets the eye, that this experiment is, in a way, a resounding success—
So of course that’s the moment he finally comes with a shudder. ]
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[ It’s murmured with a laugh against Baizhu’s throat, even as his pace increases, his hand still stroking them both.
He can feel from the way Baizhu reacts, the loss of rhythm and the hitched gasps for air, that the other man must be close as well. And when he arches beneath him and spills, Sylvain’s only a stuttered thrust or two behind him, grinding his cock down against the other man as he spills over their stomachs with a breathless moan only barely muffled against Baizhu’s shoulder.
Panting raggedly for air, he slumps there for a moment, head spinning and body all but humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. ]
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There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.
Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.
He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]
I suppose that experiment was a success. Hahaha…
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You could probably say that, yes. You alright?
[ he glances down to study his face, mirth lingering in amber eyes, skin still flushed from exertion and arousal. ]
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Somehow.
[ A soft laugh, as he reaches up to affectionately ruffle Sylvain’s hair. ]
I see I need to be a bit more careful the next time I toy with you.
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[ There is a very audible grin in Sylvain's voice at that, as he lets his head fall back against the cushion. ]
That just means I'll have to try harder to keep making you forget yourself...
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[ Cheeky. But it does draw a tired laugh out of him, because he knows now that Sylvain’s more than capable of it. And now he has to think about how quickly he’d succumbed to Sylvain’s libido, wondering just how amplified his powers had been when they’d coupled together.
Not that he can say for certain—not when he’d been far too distracted by…dammit, so he had forgotten himself after all, didn’t he? This man truly is a formidable opponent.
This is why Baizhu reaches out to gently flick him between the eyes. ]
Not that you aren’t stronger than you look…
[ Or maybe it’s just his skewed perspective from being such a twiggy ass. ]
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[ Said carelessly, as he remains sprawled there in sated languor. He feels energetic enough to joke, at least. There’s a smirk twisting across his lips as he chuckles, and then wrinkles his nose at the flick of the man’s finger. He might be pouting a little over that. ]
I know, I know, I’m a very impressive specimen. Should I assume that you got the information out of your experiment you were hoping for? Or do we need to repeat it a few more times for conclusive evidence?
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I’m afraid this is enough for now.
[ He’s feeling a lot more winded than he likes, no thanks to a certain someone. ]
Though I’ll be sure to call upon you for any future experiments, naturally.