Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ He gives him exactly what he wants, fucking into him with sharp, rough thrusts, burying himself over and over again as he pants for air against Olivine's lips, moaning. He maybe should have gotten rid of the ring first, but this is the kind that only holds back an orgasm to an extent, not completely. And without it? He would have come within the first few thrusts, so he's grateful that he can drag it out more. Wanting to enjoy the feel of Olivine so hot and tight around him, when this is all he's wanted this entire time. ]

Fuck, fuck, Oli, still so tight. Need...

[ He's not exactly coherent either, as his teeth bite down on Olivine's lower lip as his pace speeds, stutters, picks up again, faster and rougher, hips snapping up to sheathe himself fully over and over again. ]

[massochism]

[They may have overworked themselves in the moment, really. Not that it's a problem—it's an enjoyable feeling despite it all. Even if it hadn't ended with the pleasant ache of Sylvain's cock inside him, he'd have enjoyed it.]

Haah... keep... nngh... [His back arches as teeth nip at his lip, gaze unfocusing for a moment.] Fuck... gimme...

[hurry, deeper, hot. He can't be sure if he says any of the words aloud but they crash into his senses with every snap of hips, slapping lewdly in the air. Panting breaths have his tongue out fully, body absolutely squeezing tight to try and milk Sylvain through the ring. A little more, just a little. He's sure of it—]

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One more time, Oli. Come for me. Want to feel you…

[ He pants the words out against the man’s lips as he grasps his hips, slamming into him deeply over and over again. Feeling Olivine clench around him, trying to drag his own orgasm out of him. He’s so fucking close, teetering on that edge, but he really does want to feel Olivine clench and spasm around him one more time as he comes.

He’d promised him six, after all. ]

[massochism]

I'm—nngh...

[it isn't the first time he's come this many times this rapidly, but it's a little more intense this way. legs tremble as he holds on, jolting with every slam of hips that threatens to leave him screaming. there's a thread of dizziness to it when the last orgasm shudders through him, just this side of discomfort. worth it, to feel Sylvain spill inside him alongside every clench and spasm, but God, it's a lot even for him.

six had been the wager, after all. one that Olivine very nearly just had to accept was hubris, in fact.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain spills inside him finally with a breathless cry, cock aching and pulsing deep within the other man. He can feel Olivine slump back to the bed beneath him and Sylvain goes with him, releasing his hold on his legs as he half collapses, half braces over him and buries his face against Olivine’s throat.

Gasping raggedly for air, he trails kisses against sweat-soaked skin. ]

Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, Oli.

[massochism]

[chest heaving with every breath, Olivine has to take a moment to come back down to just... existing at all. fuck. every inch of him is buzzing, soothed slightly by the warmth of Sylvain's skin in some places, made worse in others. he is a mess, sweat-soaked hair stuck to his face, splatters of white interspersed against skin and silver alike. still full and hot, his head tilts for the sensation of sweet kisses along skin.]

Haah... ah... you're one to talk... Sylvain.

[oh, he's way more exhausted after that than he thought. it's almost enough to make him laugh, as trembling fingers reach up to brace Sylvain's jaw and brush his thumb across his cheek.]

That was... mmn. I wasn't sure I'd make it to six. [a breathless laugh, a little sheepish.] ... my nipples hurt.

[that sure was a lot of jolting movement to go through with clamps on over his piercings. good job, boys.]

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[ Sylvain gives him another light kiss before Olivine’s words remind him of that and he casts the priest a sheepish look in apology. ]

Oops? Let me get those off for you.

[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]

[massochism]

[there's a little wince when he pulls the clamps free, a hiss of breath as blood flow returns to normal. no, it doesn't help with the current ache, but it also doesn't leave them vulnerable to getting worse.]

Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.

[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]

[philancer]

[ Tossing the clamps aside, Sylvain just wraps his arms around Olivine and draws him in close. Wrapping around him, their legs tangled together, he presses a kiss to the top of Olivine’s head, lips curled in a lazy, sated smile. ]

I think this might be my new favorite game.

[massochism]

[nestling in close, Olivine closes an eye as Sylvain kisses his forehead, fingers reaching up to brush his hair back. His cheek presses into the redhead's chest, rubbing lightly against the hair there, and he has to laugh as he speaks.]

Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?

[philancer]

Mmmm. Maybe we should. Although I don’t think we’d actually have trouble coming up with ideas and dares, between the two of us.

[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]

[massochism]

Probably not. It's a little fun for both of us to be surprised, though.

[laughing warmly, Olivine leans into the brush of Sylvain's fingers, his thumb tracing idly over the redhead's side. after a moment, he does hum softly, glancing upward.]

Once you're soft enough, you should take the ring off. The ropes should be comfortable even if you fall asleep, but it's better not to wear rings for too long.

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I think it could probably come off now, then. But I don’t mind the ropes. You like those, huh?

[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan, body protesting the movement. But it feels good to slip the ring off all the same, before he grabs a towel off the nightstand so they can clean up the worst of the mess they made.

Once that’s done, he stretches out beside Olivine once more, content to stay here and cuddle for a while. Bask in the afterglow. ]

[massochism]

They do look good on you. [Olivine can't help but laugh, shifting to give Sylvain space to get the ring off and... well, clean them both up.] But I was more worried about how exhausted you must feel, considering even I'm feeling it.

[once he's settled back in, Olivine is quick to snuggle in again for just the same reason. there's no sense in rushing, after all. not when lying here together feels better, his fingers drifting aimlessly over Sylvain's side.]