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Sylvain ([personal profile] philancer) wrote2023-12-22 03:59 pm
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[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]
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[personal profile] veardant 2024-01-05 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ try not to be too surprised when his cock is suddenly no longer there the next time we thread ok, trans nari will be Unleashed

anyway, he shudders when those fingers graze his cock, still oversensitive, and hums. ]


Well.. maybe a short one.
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[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-05 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] veardant 2024-01-05 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ the whole time yes!!

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. ]
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[personal profile] hotproblems 2024-01-05 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-06 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-06 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-06 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-06 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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...
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[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-06 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
massochism: (♪This is not the way into my heart)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-06 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah... haah...

[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.
Edited (Istg mobile screens are the most sensitive thing in the universe) 2024-01-06 21:34 (UTC)
massochism: (♪Into my head)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-06 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh—

[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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