Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ 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?

[philancer]

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!

[massochism]

Mmhmm...

[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.]

[hotproblems]

[He does up the next button with an extra pointed flourish, hmph!!]

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.]

[philancer]

[ 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?

[hotproblems]

[Good, he can finish the rest and tut about it again. Huff!]

Not that it is any of your business, [and what are timelines--] but— one. And it was much more enjoyable.

[silicone]

I'm dying to do the same... maybe more?

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

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. ]

Looks like our seven minutes satisfied them, too.

[philancer]

[ 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.

[hotproblems]

[That was almost a comment he could tolerate, and then, oh... He plucks Sylvain's hand off his shoulder and drops it, frowning deeper.]

My complaint is that you insist on treating me like this. I am not a charity case.

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s not sure staying without playing the game is really an option, but he appreciates her optimism all the same.

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?

[massochism]

[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—]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

... thank you for the meal.

[philancer]

[ 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.

[massochism]

[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...

[philancer]

Still greedy, huh?

[ 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.

[massochism]

Mm... I can't help it.

[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.]

[philancer]

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?

[massochism]

[Olivine laughs softly in response to Sylvain's surprise, eyes closing briefly as hands cup his jaw.]

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.

[philancer]

[ 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?