Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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?

[massochism]

Haah... mm... that's—

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

[precipitous]

[ 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 —

[ It's more of a her thing in this instance. ]

An adjustment.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain had been thinking the same.

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? ]

[silicone]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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?

[silicone]

[ he laughs, fingers raking through sylvain's hair, scratching softly along his head. ]

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. ]

[philancer]

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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[silicone]

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? ]

[philancer]

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?

[massochism]

[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.]

[silicone]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

So greedy for it, hmm?

[ 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?

[philancer]

...before we get dirty again, you mean?

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

I told you I was—mmnh—didn't I?

[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.

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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, ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]