Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

This one's for me. Figured I'd need something to keep me occupied while we work on your next several orgasms.

[ There's mischief in his gaze as he tosses the card back on the discard pile without even showing it to Olivine. He'll learn what it said in a moment, after all.

In the meantime, he climbs up on the bed and kneels between Olivine's spread legs, now held aloft against his chest. Taking a moment, he lets his dark gaze sweep appreciatively over the other man's exposed flesh. Every gorgeous inch of him. It's impossible to miss that he's hard again and he honestly finds himself wondering how far Olivine really could be pushed. How many times he could make him come in a row like this. But the other man doesn't seem to be drifting into oversensitized territory yet, so he's going to assume they'll be good for another time or two.

He waves the dildo in Olivine's general direction with a smirk as he settles comfortably between his legs. ]

You're going to be good and hold that position for me now. If you drop it, I'm going to stop. Understand?

[ He waits for acknowledgement before sliding the toy in to slide it over slicked flesh, letting Olivine's own slick lubricate the soft silicone surface. This particular toy is ridged, and he'd picked it because there's a very noticeable ridge that he's going to guess rests right over the prostate when inserted. Since the toy vibrates too, he's planning on having a lot of fun with this one. ]

[massochism]

Ah, so you're planning on dragging the rest out of me with just these cards...?

[not unreasonable in the least, considering. Even not knowing how much he's in danger with the last card.

Olivine's breath catches when Sylvain climbs up to kneel between his thighs, and it's already a moment of concentration to keep from reaching out to touch his cheek. He's appreciative, hungry... and it coils hot and excited in the pit of his belly to be looked at like this.]

Mmn... I understand. I'll do my best to stay like this.

[fingers curl harder against his knees as the toy slides in, ridges making his hips twitch with each one that slides past the ring of muscle at his entrance. Inhaling a shaky breath, Olivine's gaze turns to Sylvain again as he moves.]

Ugh... feels nice...

[snakelace]

Oh, my. So the patient wants to interfere with the doctor?

[ Cheeky. But it does draw a tired laugh out of him, because he knows now that Sylvain’s more than capable of it. And now he has to think about how quickly he’d succumbed to Sylvain’s libido, wondering just how amplified his powers had been when they’d coupled together.

Not that he can say for certain—not when he’d been far too distracted by…dammit, so he had forgotten himself after all, didn’t he? This man truly is a formidable opponent.

This is why Baizhu reaches out to gently flick him between the eyes. ]

Not that you aren’t stronger than you look…

[ Or maybe it’s just his skewed perspective from being such a twiggy ass. ]

[philancer]

I have a terrible habit of interfering whenever and wherever possible, I’m afraid. It’s a deep character flaw.

[ Said carelessly, as he remains sprawled there in sated languor. He feels energetic enough to joke, at least. There’s a smirk twisting across his lips as he chuckles, and then wrinkles his nose at the flick of the man’s finger. He might be pouting a little over that. ]

I know, I know, I’m a very impressive specimen. Should I assume that you got the information out of your experiment you were hoping for? Or do we need to repeat it a few more times for conclusive evidence?

[philancer]

Like that, do you?

[ There’s a definite glint of mischief in Sylvain’s gaze as he works the toy a little deeper. Thrusting it in with shallow movements as he lets the silicine get slicker each time he presses it a little deeper. Stretches Olivine open around it and works it until the base of the toy is seated just against that tight ring of muscle. ]

How’s that? Comfortable?

[ Although he doesn’t really give Olivine time to answer before he’s twisting the base and turning on the vibrator motor, now that the toy is nestled in place. ]

[massochism]

Of course...

[the words are breathed on a little groan as Sylvain works the toy in, little by little. it's already hard to keep hold of his knees and just let it happen when he wants to shove into it, to arch up and get it moving harder, faster.]

Ye—auggh-!

[the vibrator kicks on and Olivine's head tips back, brows furrowed at the sudden onslaught of sensation. is it worse against his entrance or his prostate? he can't decide, mostly because in this position everything feels so much more intense. fingers tremble against his skin and he bites his lip.]

Nngh... that's not fair... Syl—vain...

[philancer]

Mmm, just how you like it, right?

[ That smirk is audible as he watches Olivine’s reactions as those vibrations start up. The way he can see the tight ring of muscle clench down around it as his body shudders. The way his cock twitches in reaction to the stimulation, without Sylvain even having to touch him. He can see the tremble in those fingers, but Olivine doesn’t let go. ]

That’s a good boy. Now stay right there for me. Don’t let go.

[ Which is all the warning he gives as he leans down to circle the base of the toy lodged in Olivine’s ass with his tongue, teasing that tight ring of muscle even more. ]

[massochism]

Ggh... yes, but...

[rude. it's rude!! which, of course, is exactly what Olivine loves and they both know it. every twitch of his cock, the curl of his toes, the way his head shifts to try and alleviate some of the instinct to move, it's all a beautiful display for Sylvain in this moment.

the reminder feels out of place, at first, and the priest's lips part to say something when he leans down, wet pressing against the ring of his entrance, circling that toy.]

Wa-wait—

[nails dig into his skin just to attempt holding still, an uneven, choked yowl escaping his lips. it barely even occurs to him that this could be Sylvain's card and that he's not just tormenting him—which, again, is really what he likes anyway. toes curl and his legs do shift a little, balance thrown off by the additional sensation, but for now he manages to stay steady.]

[snakelace]

[ Heh. That pout looks good on him. It’s only making Baizhu want to tease him more… ]

I’m afraid this is enough for now.

[ He’s feeling a lot more winded than he likes, no thanks to a certain someone. ]

Though I’ll be sure to call upon you for any future experiments, naturally.

[philancer]

[ That tongue pauses when his posture shifts sightly, but Olivine manages to hold still after the initial jolt of surprise.

Chuckling to himself - because he knows exactly what he’s doing and how it will feel for the other man - Sylvain resumes his task. Tongue teasing along the outside of that tight ring of muscle that clenches and grips around the toy still humming away in his ass. He can feel the vibrations of it along his tongue, too, so he can only imagine how good that feels lodged inside of him. Especially lodged against his prostate at it is.

The few times he’d been teased with something similar here it had been enough to drive him near mad. So there might have been a reason he picked it.

But his real focus is the slow, tantalizing tease of his tongue circling that slicked entrance. Building the sensations from it, keeping it shallow and not yet dipping past the toy to delve in beside it. Soon, though.

He wonders how much Olivine could actually take alongside the vibrator? His tongue? A few fingers? His cock? Maybe he’ll have to see in a bit… ]

[massochism]

[he was going to struggle with this already, Sylvain. to give him more to focus on is cruelty—which of course means he's gripping his legs harder as the redhead dips back in to resume his task.

it's such a marked difference compared to the insistent buzz of the toy, teasing at a little more but never moving past the edge of that ring. too shallow, not enough. there's one small potential problem with this path, of course, given how wet Olivine is and how much more he's building up in response.]

Syl... vain... haah...

[he wants to ask for more already, but it's been no time at all. just like he wants to give up holding himself in place, to arch up into that sensation and demand more. breath picking up, Olivine lets his head fall back, bites his lip in an attempt to endure.]

Nngh... if you keep... doing that... it'll fall out...

[philancer]

Oh, I’m not about to let that happen, don’t worry.

[ A single finger is tapped against the toy’s base, wiggling it within him and nudging the angle to shift slightly. Letting him feel the movement of it, even when Olivine still has to hold completely still.

And he bites down lightly against the inside of the man’s thigh in playful teasing before turning back to the task the card had given him, teasing that sensitive ring of muscle with his tongue.

Although Olivine has a point in that he’s growing so much slicker from the stimulation. Means he can lap up the taste of it from Olivine’s skin even as he teases the man even more. ]

[massochism]

That's not... Nngh-aah—

[it's such a small movement, but Olivine is so worked up it may as well have been a full thrust for how it shifts against his prostate. again his hips jolt, and again he manages to settle back into behaving for now. how much longer? not that much, if the tremble of his fingers is anything to go by.

the soft little bite doesn't help at all, a sharp curse escaping his lips when Sylvain returns to his task. he can't remember the last time it was like this—it hasn't been, really, not where he had to both endure the teasing and also be still.

... but God, it's only been a couple of minutes at most and he already wants to give up, actually? more still when the redhead's teasing starts to meld with everything else in the pleasant haze of it, a flicker of sensation against the constant buzz. nails dig in, release, and he considers the merits of giving up right here and now.

then again, it won't be much longer before he can't hold on anyway.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain may also be… setting him up to fail. Especially when, after several more moments when he can feel that resolve wavering, Olivine’s need to move, to beg, to do anything in response to the teasing…

He’s totally “helping” when he curls his fingers around the base of that toy and starts to nudge it in and out of Olivine’s hole in time to the slide of his tongue. Shallow thrusts, more of a rocking motion than anything. But each shift of motion grinds the vibrating length down against Olivine’s prostate. ]

[massochism]

[just maybe, he's doing that. maybe, indeed. for Olivine, this is probably a pretty impressive showing of restraint between the two of them, too.

which is why he's maybe not as embarrassed when Sylvain starts moving that toy and he's left crying out, jolting and arching as it grinds against his prostate and he can't help but lean up into it, the earlier warning forgotten. it's only by the fact that his nails give him something else to focus on that they don't release his legs entirely, grip tight enough to dig into pale flesh.]

[philancer]

[ But of course the toy slows, stills, when Olivine starts to move. He doesn’t withdraw it outright - Olivine had managed to keep his legs held spread for him after all and is still holding that position.

But rimming is rather difficult when the target starts squirming for more.

Not that he really minds, and the grin curving against the soft flesh of Olivine’s inner thigh is more than enough proof of that. ]

Too much, Olivine? Perhaps I should stop?

[massochism]

Don't—don't stop.

[breathless, Olivine shivers at the sensation of Sylvain's grin against his thigh. all as he intended, then... he really is too good at this.

then again, is it too good if there's not a second of hesitation when the priest falls in line, his gaze heady and half-focused.]

I don't know... how much longer I can stay this way. I want more, Sylvain...

[philancer]

More of the toy, Olivine?

[ He knows that’s not what the priest is begging for but he teases him with it anyway. Twists the toy within him as he grinds it back in again. Sees how far he can push him with just this. ]

[massochism]

Not—fuck—!

[he was already about at his limit, all things considered, so it's not a terrible surprise when Olivine's body wrenches in response to the grinding, twisting sensation buzzing against every part of him. the fingers of one hand lose their hold in a rough scrape of pale skin to grasp desperately at the sheets, orgasm right there; getting back to the exact position is an impossibility at this point and he knows it. if he dug any harder he'd probably break skin, and that would probably make Sylvain stop too... so this will have to do, whatever the redhead decides.]

Gghn... please...

[philancer]

[ A laugh, when Olivine finally breaks, but his hands are quick to catch the grip he couldn’t hold on to. He pushes the priest’s legs sharply back to his chest, pinning them there with his own strength now and holding him in place.

And never once lets his tongue drift away, although he nudges the toy now with each circle around his hole. Laps in alongside it, pressing deeper, pushing inside. Nudging the vibrator with his cheek to keep it moving. Making the stimulation unpredictable - especially since he’s not using his hands for any of it, occupied elsewhere as they were. ]

I want you to come for me, Olivine. [ He murmurs the words against the inside of his thigh as his teeth scrape there, sharp and possessive. ] I can feel how close you are. Spill for me again.

[massochism]

[Sylvain doesn't leave him to his own failures long. hands pin his legs down and his back arches into them, brows furrowing. his tongue doesn't stop either, and Olivine can't help but be a little envious of the control in it—in the brief seconds where he can think straight with his tongue circling his hole, finally, finally dipping inward alongside the erratic movement of the vibrator.]

I... Syl... God, fuck. [teeth scrape a thigh and he shudders at the sound of his voice, the sensation sharp against skin.] Coming... I'm coming again—

[honestly, he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to, even if Sylvain demanded it. warm heat splashes over his chest and just barely onto his jaw, his vision fading briefly out as everything tightens up to trembling.]

[philancer]

[ That’s four. But he’s pretty sure he can get five out of this easily enough with a little work. Which is why he doesn’t even give Olivine time to come down after that orgasm. Instead, he nudges the pulsating vibrations of the toy a notch higher, that humming buzz getting a little louder, even as he uses one hand to fuck Olivine with it while the other still keeps one leg bent up and pinned against his chest.

And his tongue never lets up in its torment, rimming him around the buzzing toy, stretching him wider that the dildo can manage and lapping up the slick that coats his skin as he drives him higher, hard and fast. ]

[massochism]

Wait—wait—

[Sylvain's definitely read him right, and Olivine practically has to bury his face in the bed just to endure the onslaught of vibration fucking into his prostate and ramping him up even higher. That his tongue doesn't retreat at all only makes it worse, greedy hole clenching down on it when it presses inside to stretch him a little wider, legs trembling.

It's no surprise that Sylvain's name becomes a slurred mantra alongside his pleading, and probably not a surprise that the second consecutive orgasm is going to take most of the redhead's strength to keep Olivine in place through. His body wrenches in the face of it, sensitivity digging into his concentration as the buzzing turns to wonderfully awful ache. There isn't even much less spend this second time—fifth time, whatever. It's a much bigger mess too, splattering on skin and sheets alike, his toes curled as he attempts to come back to earth after that one.]

[philancer]

[ Except Sylvain has also been teasing himself this entire time, his cock aching hard and still barely held back by the ring about his base. He holds Olivine down through that next orgasm - if barely, as the priest's body twists and strains as pleasure washes through him, making an even bigger mess of his stomach as he spills.

But there's little pause between those gasping breaths, cock still twitching against his stomach, before Sylvain is all but ripping the toy from his ass and tossing it aside without a care, hearing the vibrations die down - or maybe just grow muffled with distance, he doesn't actually care as he crawls up Olivine's body, eyes dark and wild. ]

Need to fuck you, Oli...

[ Done with the game, his control unraveling, he fists one hand in Oli's hair as he drags him closer and slides in between those spread legs. There's no hesitation now as he guides his own cock to that slick hole and thrusts inside with one sharp rock of his hips, burying himself completely. The toy had stretched him enough and he's slick enough that there's not a lot of resistance, but he's still bigger than the toy had been as he pushes into Olivine's body. he groans with need, hips starting to rock with a desperate rhythm, even as his lips crash against the other man's, hungry and demanding. ]

[massochism]

[The toy pulls out of him and clatters somewhere on the ground, leaving his hole twitching desperately in protest. Not for long, he soothes himself, as Sylvain climbs over him, gaze full of dark and desperate need.]

Ghh... finally...

[It's barely even a word slurred across his lips, broken into a moan as strong fingers fist in his hair and drag him closer. Despite the fact that he's definitely oversensitive now, Olivine relishes in the slide of Sylvain's cock into his hole, moaning helplessly as sharp, electric ache flickers through him. Hips buck into his and the priest shifts, sliding an arm around his shoulder and a leg around his thigh to anchor them together.

Lips capture his and he responds in kind, tongue clashing with the other's in feverish hunger. Meanwhile he's left shuddering as his abused hole twitches and squeezes with every thrust, cries and moans rising sharp and helpless in the air.]

Hu... hurry... fuck, hurts... so good...

[coherency is absolutely out of the question, and even Olivine isn't entirely sure what he's saying or what he wants, other than for Sylvain to fill him up again.]