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Sylvain ([personal profile] philancer) wrote2023-12-22 03:59 pm
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[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]
silicone: (💎 41)

[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
If you didn't want to I'd be fine with that too. Kissing you is real sweet...

[ for the record, said as he's already got both hands around sylvain beneath his robe. the feeling of that playful tug stays with him, hot in the pit of his stomach as he sighs out, hot and wet at the head of his dick. ]

But since you're offering... [ his tongue slides out and he licks out softly, a lap at the base of his head before lips wrap around it, an open-mouthed kiss with a trembling hum. eiden wants more than seven minutes, said as he slides to the floor, thighs splayed and throat bared up as he takes him down slowly into mouth.

further

and further... does he have a gag reflex? no. ]
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[personal profile] veardant 2024-01-01 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ while sylvain is busy tracing tighnari's scar, tighnari is busy slicking up sylvain's cock, squeezing and sliding and teasing the tip, at least until he asks to do it himself. tighnari tilts his head, regarding him for a moment, before he decides to assent and press the bottle of lubricant into his callused palm. ]

I'll allow it.

[ tighnari shifts his weight a little, lifting his hips and curling his tail up against his back.

he's flushed and warm by now, his cock hard and reddened, slick at the tip and aching to be touched, but he's just as disciplined with himself as he's being with sylvain.. for now. he wants to wait, wants to enjoy this all thoroughly and completely. his pupils are blown wide as he looks down into sylvain's handsome face, his ears swiveling forward, at attention. ]
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[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-01 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ he'd like to find that out. he reallllly would, eyes turned up towards sylvian's face as his hand slips into his hair. he was stressed, waking up without anyone—well, with the stranger who was sleeping beside him in his room. but uh anyways.

he swallows, pulling him back into his throat, a little wetness pricking his his eyes before he closes them again.

when he pulls off, it's wet. licking his own lips: ]


... Wanted to taste you... [ he's barely had to even be patient. something about being in a closet, with the possibility of being discovered even. ]
silicone: (💎 100)

[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-01 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ good he can dissociate into this but no, it's a good distraction to thinking about anything else. eiden's lips part and find him again, taking him inside his mouth. his tongue, soft and wet, flattens against it, guiding it back. ]

Mmmph~mmhm...

[ he hums his appreciation, digging fingers into his hips, sliding down slightly to grab sylvain's ass a little more comfortably as he guides him in. his face flushes fully as he doesn't look away, eyes just half-lidded in a look of feline contentment. ]
massochism: (♪This is just my way of unleashing)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ah... ultimately, we die. Too much essence is just as bad as none. First, an individual will become flushed and struggle to focus. The longer it goes, the more difficult it becomes to do anything, and eventually, as the essence fluctuates, the internal organs fail.

[Olivine clears his throat, trying his damnedest not to let his thoughts drift back to the water territory. to dragging himself out of bed, to almost—]

Oh, no. The gemstones really are just the mark of our contract with the Grand Sorcerer. They represent... [a pause, his brows furrowing. what was it Rei had said? there's so much new information that even he struggles to recall it all at once.] They represent the power that we were lent in order to fulfill our duties.

Releasing essence can be done in many ways, thankfully. In most cases, adequate rest and relaxation will be enough.
massochism: (♪Tie me up and take me over)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-01 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[it's appreciated, and Olivine doesn't shy away from it—he's not sure how to explain how appreciative he is, so he just places his other hand over it, smile warming again.]

Well, we have essence grass and other herbs that can be made into teas, to help regulate it. It doesn't affect just we clan members, though it's more commonly an issue with us.

As long as we're still lucid, Eiden—the Grand Sorcerer, that is—can easily regulate our essence, given our contract. [the tinge of pink is as telling as his words.] Any sort of intimacy will do, so long as it helps us to focus. If we're not, then... evidently, the best practice is to find where our essence is most strongly concentrated and give it any way out.

[and the way he rubs the side of his neck would be an awful lot less telling if Olivine wasn't usually fairly still outside of his gestures.]
massochism: (♪Don't even try to hold it back)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-01 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[he's too kind, really. Olivine is stubborn, but perhaps he doesn't realise just how deeply this is affecting him. the guilt is something he's used to carrying, after all, even if he's not as adept at carrying it gracefully as he might think or like.

the offered wine is—well, it's not really necessary, but he doesn't turn it down. all the better to get them through the last of the meal and drink, and honestly out of the stagnant air and... relative public-ness that he's just realised they are, technically, in. ... .... ........

at least most of what he said was already well-known or unimportant information. oof. taking the last sip of the wine with a modicum of grace, Olivine sets the glass down and squeezes Sylvain's hand in turn.]


I suppose I really have. And I've met no shortage of good people thus far. [Sylvain included, naturally! he finally pulls his hand free, shifting to push his seat back.] I would like that. Though, curiosity aside, I'm more interested in just spending some time with you.

[gross. what a soft boy, a goober.]
silicone: (💎 88)

[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-01 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh that's an easy question to answer and he lets his actions speak for themselves. the low tone of sylvain's voice earns a purr and he impresses upon him just how far he's willing to go, nose brushing the root of him as a thin trail of drool leaves the corner of his mouth.

he knows he looks good.

eiden works him diligently, but perhaps can feel the resistance to simply let go and pulls off of him with a gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wet and with the effort and thrill. ]


I can take it, promise... [ said with lips skimming his hipbone, pressing slow, damp kisses to it as he nuzzles into the line of his cock and licks a wet stripe up the underside. ] Go ahead. I got you.

[ saying this as he reaches for the hand in his hair and wraps fingers around his knuckles, encouraging him to tighten his grip. ] You're doing perfect. [ as he lowers his head to bottom out his throat around him again, encouraging him with a slightly rougher pace, letting him feel out how much he can tolerate and then some. it looks like maybe he doesn't mind it rough at all, his cock dripping through the pants he's managed to scrounge up. ]
Edited 2024-01-01 12:10 (UTC)
massochism: (♪This is not the way into my heart)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
You have a point.

[but he's still gonna say it like that, taking the proffered hand and joining Sylvain in standing. It's the first he's had a chance to really look over the taller man, and there really is just something so... breathtaking about him. They're similarly broad, too—not a significant surprise when the other had kind of implied being some kind of soldier.

Olivine doesn't protest too much when the other wants to pay, already just planning to pay him back another time for it (or, y'know, later tonight maybe); it's a relief to be out of the restaurant and into the halls.]


Mm, I haven't settled. [Olivine inhales a deep breath of the slightly fresher air, shaking his head.] I'm leaning toward the tongue though, unless something really catches our eye.

[something in their price range, of course.]
massochism: (♪Till I'm done)

[personal profile] massochism 2024-01-01 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh—

[There's just that soft noise as Sylvain tugs him along, a soft smile drawing over Olivine's face at just how he acts. Only a stumble or two will happen unless it's really intended, as Olivine catches up to each stride.]

It's not an unpleasant side effect, though I do hope my healing works properly. I'm not sure I'd want to wait too long before trying new things...

[or old things made new by the addition.]
silicone: Like a bomb. A dirty, sexy bomb. (💎 169)

[personal profile] silicone 2024-01-01 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that's it, as he feels the fingers tightening in his hair and sylvain's hips shifting up to meet him. he opens for him, feeling his cockhead brushing the back of his throat in that moment and moaning around with relief because yes. yes he does like it rough, he likes being used. it feels like he can do more than what he can manage just by making someone else feel good.

his fingers dig into sylvain's skin as he bobs himself against him, one sliding to stroke his hip bone, the other holding onto that hand still, tracing knuckles with his slightly callused fingertips. eventually that hand drops, wraps around sylvain's thigh to anchor himself.

he hollows his cheeks, drawing tighter around sylvain's cock, but then parting his lips further to allow him full range to pump into his throat, every once in a while swallowing sharply and demanding to drag lips down harder again. ]
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[personal profile] veardant 2024-01-01 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sylvain's slick fingers slide along the seam of his ass, and tighnari tenses with excitement, with anticipation, and when he feels his finger slip inside he hums, closing his eyes and giving his hips a slow rock downward. it isn't enough, but it's good, and more is coming. tighnari's tail flicks back and forth, contented, and his hands drop to touch sylvain, palms sliding along his forearms. ]

More..

[ closing his eyes, tighnari presses his hips downward, already aching for more. ]

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