Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ 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. ]

Oh? And what would you prefer I grab?

[massochism]

[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.

[philancer]

Behind you, you mean?

[ 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?

[massochism]

Be—hind me. Yes.

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

Hah... ah... close...

[philancer]

[ 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.

[silicone]

[ 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...

[philancer]

[ 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.

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

That was… incredible.

[massochism]

[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.]

[silicone]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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…

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

If I wasn’t a fan of them before, I sure am now.

[massochism]

[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?]

[philancer]

[ 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.

[massochism]

[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.

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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.]

Let's get going, then.

[philancer]

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. ]

I’ll follow you.

[massochism]

[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.]

[silicone]

[ 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. ]