philancer | Golden Peacock: Overflow

[Olivine glances back over his shoulder when Sylvain speaks, a warm smile on his lips at the sight of him. The redhead is beautiful, truly. Strong and hard, and there's no way the priest could mistake the hunger in his gaze.

If his posture shifts just the slightest bit to highlight his ass(ets), that's definitely just circumstantial, surely. And at the question, he lifts the white, silken rope for Sylvain to see, wound into a number of loops so it's hard to guess just how long it is.]

You're a little taller than me, but I think this should be long enough to work. [The implication that he's wrapped himself is sure there...

In any case, now that he has what he needs, Olivine crosses the space again and sets it down, taking one end and threading it first through the ring on Sylvain's collar. Giving it a firm tug, he pauses there to let the redhead assess the feeling.]

Does that feel alright? It shouldn't pull any harder than this when I'm done, but we don't have to use this, either.

[ Sylvain just lets that slow smirk on his lips grow as he sits up and leans in to kiss Olivine again, sliding his hands against his arms and back. ]

I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, Olivine. Go ahead and play.

[ In fact, he’s curious about what Olivine has in mind - and excited to experience it. he’s not accustomed to being on this end of things, but he doesn’t think he’ll mind, since it’s Olivine he’s here with. ]

[Sylvain, that's rude. Smirking at him like that is going to make him melt. Okay, that's literally anything they do, actually... anyway, Olivine leans into the kiss just as warmly as ever, sighing contently when hands slide over his arms.]

Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...

[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.

It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.

There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]

... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]

[ He holds still as he lets Olivine work, his eyes curious and watchful as the rope is wound around his body.

Olivine doesn’t go for anything obvious or predictable, and Sylvain has to admit he’s impressed with the arrangement the other man comes up with as he binds his body into what almost feels like a harness of ropes, shifting over sensitive skin, but making that restriction pronounced anytime he moves. He can feel the ropes tug and pull, tightening slightly as he flexes beneath it.

Olivine might have been worried it would be too much, after his reaction earlier, but that had been strictly from the feel of fingers around his throat. This… this didn’t have any negative connotations in his mind. In fact, his body was flushed as Olivine works his way lower, winds those ropes between his legs until they’re wrapped around the base of his cock and fastened in place once more in the front.

He watches all of this with a hungry gaze, and when Olivine finishes, he shifts again, testing the restriction of it, giving a soft moan when he feels the ropes shift with him, tighten against sensitive flesh in the best way. His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he licks his lips and nods. ]

It feels good. You’re really good at that, Olivine.

[It's a soft reassurance, anyway. The confirmation, as he works, that none of it is too much, that it isn't restriction but indeed that singular act. He doesn't let himself dwell on it; if they get there, Sylvain can explain when he's comfortable doing so.

A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]

I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.

[ He shivers as those fingers trail up his skin and even that slight movement has the ropes shifting just slightly, making him give another soft moan as his eyes go half-lidded, focusing on the sensation.

But Olivine’s words sink in a moment later and he blinks his eyes back open to study his face curiously. ]

You bind yourself like this?

Just a few times. It was helpful in regulating my essence after a—troubling experience with a cult. [He grimaces when he thinks back on it, head shaking. Not talking at length about that right now, thanks.] Since it was something to focus on while I had classes to teach.

[settling on the bed next to Sylvain, he chuckles lightly.]

Should I pick another card, or do you want to get used to it a little longer?

[ …All right, so maybe Sylvain’s finally got the advantage here. Baizhu’s still a little reluctant to admit that to himself even in private.

So it’s a good thing that Sylvain starts rocking their hips together, Baizhu grinding upward with a desperation he can’t hide. His tongue chases after Sylvain’s as a needy moan passes between their lips, his fingers bunching in Sylvain’s vividly red hair and tugging hard as he tries and fails to regain control of the situation—the experiment—

He should stop and tell Sylvain to slow down, to regain control of the situation, but when he finally manages to break that kiss it’s only to gasp out— ]

Ah, more—!

[ Sylvain’s not sure he would have been able to slow down, even had Baizhu demanded that of him. As it is, he’s more than happy to obey this particular request, tightening his grip around them both and then twisting his hand slightly, as he sometimes done when he pleasures himself.

All the while, he rocks down against the other man, giving him heated friction to rut against as that heat builds higher and hotter. It’s impossible for Sylvain to even think right now, just chasing mindlessly after that building pleasure, how good it all feels.

How much he, too, wants more. ]

Fuck. [ He murmurs the curse against Baizhu’s throat as he finally tears his mouth away from the kiss, only to nip and suck his way back the man’s jaw and down his neck. Leaving tiny red marks in his wake. ] Fuck, I’m close. Next time… next time, want to be in you. Or have you in me. Either way would be good. There’s only so much more I can give you like this.

[ he could have dropped down to suck him off, honestly, but the friction feels so good against his own cock right now that he selfishly doesn’t want to relinquish it. ]

[ He thinks about that for a moment, before reaching out and cupping Olivine’s face in his hands again, holding him still long enough to catch and hold his gaze. ]

If you need help with that here, I hope you know you can come to me to help. I may not know a lot about… regulating essence or whatever. But you don’t have to do it alone, either.

[ As for continuing their game… he gives a low chuckle as he shakes his head. ] No, I can adjust as we go, I think. Pull your next card, Olivine. We’re getting pretty well through the deck now. Think you can keep going?

[Olivine exhales a little noise, leaning into the touch of those hands, expression soft. He really is so... kind, gentle.]

Thank you. I'll definitely keep it in mind—but you don't need to worry too much. I know better than to deal with everything on my own.

[His own hands find to cover Sylvain's as he speaks, eyes closing for a moment. It's followed shortly by a laugh, leaning in for a soft kiss.]

I'm fine. Didn't I just say we're only halfway there?

[pulling away with a little reluctance, he plucks up another card, turning it upright for both of them. It reads submission, which is... vague. Fitting though?]

... ah. I suppose that makes it your turn to be even more creative, then?

[ He’s not really any of those things, but he makes exceptions sometimes. For certain people. Although they’d always been few and far between - at least before he came to this place.

He gives him that kiss, then pulls back as Olivine reaches for the next card. He blinks at it a moment when the other man shows him the next dare, looking a little perplexed. ]

Well. That’s rather… vague and open-ended, isn’t it? I mean, hells, I could order you to kneel for me and as long as you obeyed, technically you’d be fulfilling it.

[ He frowns, then wiggles his fingers at the card deck again. ] Pull another one. maybe it will give us something for you to submit to and we can do a two-for-one?

[Olivine's not complaining about being an exception, ok. just like he has no real complaints about the suggestion, huffing a little laugh at Sylvain's reaction.]

I suppose the length of time could have more to do with it, honestly. But since you don't have anything in mind, I can't see why not.

[the next card is... similarly vague, but at least the prompt of dildos gives Sylvain something to actually work with, compared to just... submission. and combined?]

... I'm becoming increasingly certain this deck just has an agenda. [he's not mad about it.]

If that agenda is meant to help me make you orgasm too many times, then yes, I’d have to agree. On the other hand, it seems designed to keep me from coming as long as possible and yet needing to more the longer we play.

[ He chuckles, because the cock ring is certainly doing its job in that case, although he’s still achingly hard and it’s getting a little more difficult to focus at times. Especially when Oli loses himself in pleasure and writhes and keeps making those delicious noises. ]

Hmm, so maybe I should find a toy that we’ll have to work on your submission with. [ This place had to have something he could use to those ends, right? He gets up to examine the display of toys, all varying sizes, from narrow and slim to obscenely large. ] Although I’m having trouble finding something you might struggle with anyway. You just seem to like those better.

[ He tosses that comment over his shoulder with a grin, showing he clearly isn’t bothered by that. ]

It could certainly be both, yes. [it's kind of funny, really. RNG sure do be that way sometimes.] But I wouldn't say you're required to keep anything on for too long, so I don't know if you can say it's to keep you from coming...

[he's feeling a little more relaxed now, watching quietly while he looks over their options. Olivine gives a soft hum in response to the "concern," unable to even be slightly sheepish at that comment and its subsequent grin. yeah, there's no shame there.]

Well, submission is more to do with following orders than struggling, isn't it? [it's easy to move, then, to slip his arms around Sylvain's waist, cheek resting on his shoulder.] That's what I've read, anyway. The fact is I would like just about anything you put me through, I think... hehe. Something like staying still throughout, or staying quiet, maybe? I'm... not very good at either of those, if you want it to be a challenge for me. Or you could have me use them on you, but then you'd have to give me direction for what you want for it to be submission, I suppose...

[he's not bothered by any of these facts, of course.]

Mmm. I like all your needy little noises and whimpers too much to tell you to hold those back.

[ he grins again as he lifts a hand to thread through the man’s haor, with him leaning so close against his shoulder. Soaking up that warm contact and leaning back against him. ]

Maybe a particular position, then, and you’re not allowed to move while I pleasure you? [ A pause, before he shoots Oli a wicked smirk. ] Bet I could get you to come that way again once or twice, now that I think about it.

I don't know if I could really be silent, anyway.

[That's a little sheepish, earnest as it is. Quiet, sure, but...

Fingers thread in his hair and Olivine sighs contently, holding them both steady as Sylvain leans back into him. His fingers stroke the redhead's side in fond and absent circles, humming thoughtfully at the suggestions.]

That would work... I'd definitely struggle a bit with it. [that smirk is unfair, okay. It drags color up his cheeks, toward his ears, and Olivine struggles not to squirm all over again.] ... I'm pretty sure you could manage that no matter what position I was in, Sylvain... but that makes me want to hold out for the second, too. I guess we'll see what I can handle, then.

Too..Too much…

[ He’d meant to say that Sylvain’s making him feel too much already, that he has far too much experience than Baizhu’s given him credit for. That, well, it’s very hard for him to think when he’s too busy trying to match Sylvain’s pace, unable to hide his gasps and his moans of pleasure when it’s all he can do to just hold on, fingers digging into Sylvain’s shoulders as if letting go would mean losing himself—

And, absurdly, a thought crawls into his mind then—that he had learned something after all, that there’s more to Sylvain than meets the eye, that this experiment is, in a way, a resounding success—

So of course that’s the moment he finally comes with a shudder. ]

Make up your mind.

[ It’s murmured with a laugh against Baizhu’s throat, even as his pace increases, his hand still stroking them both.

He can feel from the way Baizhu reacts, the loss of rhythm and the hitched gasps for air, that the other man must be close as well. And when he arches beneath him and spills, Sylvain’s only a stuttered thrust or two behind him, grinding his cock down against the other man as he spills over their stomachs with a breathless moan only barely muffled against Baizhu’s shoulder.

Panting raggedly for air, he slumps there for a moment, head spinning and body all but humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. ]

[ He blinks, trying to focus in the midst of that post-coital haze, but it’s proving…difficult. He’s still panting hard, trying to catch his breath, except each one he takes reminds him of one very niggling fact—

There’s this big, heavy lug right on top of him.

Baizhu opens his mouth to ask him to get off, then promptly closes it as he considers that he actually likes this nice huge lump of warmth right on top of him, crushing him into the cushions.

He manages to slip an arm around Sylvain’s neck, to awkwardly pat him on the back. ]

I suppose that experiment was a success. Hahaha…

[ Sylvain reaches for one of the toys then - something not too big but enough to fill the other man, and gives him a nudge back towards the bed. ]

Alright, on your back. I want you to spread your legs for me and then hold them pinned against your chest with your hands. Hold yourself open for me.

[ He gives Olivine a playful wink, even as he strolls over to the nightstand and curiously plucks up the next card. Before giving a snort of laughter. Oh, this is gonna be fun. ]

[ That gets a snort of laughter from the redhead, which quickly turns into an all-out laugh as his body shakes with it a moment later. It’s enough to have him rolling onto his side, however, even if he drags Baizhu with him to keep him tugged snugly against his broad chest. ]

You could probably say that, yes. You alright?

[ he glances down to study his face, mirth lingering in amber eyes, skin still flushed from exertion and arousal. ]

[ …Well, he can’t exactly fight this, so he might as well snuggle against him then, all thoughts of his experiment forgotten for the time being. ]

Somehow.

[ A soft laugh, as he reaches up to affectionately ruffle Sylvain’s hair. ]

I see I need to be a bit more careful the next time I toy with you.

[reluctantly and not without leaning in to press his lips against Sylvain's skin, following along the edge of one of the ties with his mouth, Olivine pulls away from him. this is... fun. overwhelming in an all new way, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.]

Mm, I can do that.

[boy can he do that. his mouth and hands pull away so he can return to the bed, sitting back on it comfortably before stretching his torso out to find a good position for exactly that.

hands slide down his hips to curl around his thighs then, knees bending around his fingertips when they reach the backs of them. Olivine is way more flexible than he has any right to be too, back shifting as thighs meet the ridges of his hipbones and his arms pull back, upward. that lifts his ass neatly in the air, wet skin on full display as his knees find their place against his chest just far enough out to press his tits together and frame his clamped nipples.]

Another card already? Aren't you getting a little greedy?

[asks the one with his ass and tits both on full display and his lip pulled between his teeth, not to mention the absolute greediest look in his eyes where he watches Sylvain from.]

Oh?

[ There is a very audible grin in Sylvain's voice at that, as he lets his head fall back against the cushion. ]

That just means I'll have to try harder to keep making you forget yourself...

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