Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ 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. ]

Re: for Seimei

[emyoji]

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.

[philancer]

[ 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?

[emyoji]

[ 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.

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[emyoji]

[ 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.

[philancer]

[ 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.

[emyoji]

[ Seimei grins, playful and unconcerned, but he nods his head to Sylvain in deference to his observation. It's very close to a bow. ]

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

[philancer]

( from here )

[ 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?

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

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…

[massochism]

Ah—that's not necessary, is it...?

[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.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just smirks and carefully tugs the vibrator free, flicking it off for the time being. ]

Pick me out one you think I’d like. Or that you like. I’m clearly not gonna be picky about it.

[massochism]

[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.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just smirks and stays perched on the bed, although he leans back to brace himself on his hands behind him. ]

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.

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

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?

[massochism]

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?]

[philancer]

Oh, fuck…

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[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?

[philancer]

Yeah, you could say that.

[ 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.

[massochism]

[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.]

[philancer]

I don’t know, I lost track.

[ 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.

[massochism]

Was that last one a little much?

[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.]

[philancer]

Being difficult now, are we?

[ 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. ]