Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ He feels that moan vibrate down his entire length and it has him hissing out a soft curse as his fingers tighten involuntarily.

He’s going to take that as a yes, then.

Feeling the way Eiden relaxes into the hold, opens himself up to more, he gives him what he wants. Thrusting into that wet heat with deliberate intent, he relishes the sensations from it. How good Eiden is with his tongue, knowing exactly where and when to apply pressure. It’s clear he knows what he’s doing and Sylvain indulges them both - chasing his pleasure and letting Eiden hear the evidence of it in a low, strained moan. He alternates with deep slow thrusts or faster shallow ones.

He could drag this out, if he wanted. He’s tempted. But he has no idea what will happen after seven minutes and also he’s more interested in an exchange of pleasure rather than just receiving it. So he lets himself slip deeper into it, not holding back, letting Eiden coax his orgasm closer without any resistance or restraint from him. Not quite there yet, but certainly getting closer with each skilled slide of the other man’s tongue or the squeeze of his throat around the head of his cock. Which he buries himself in far more often then he might otherwise, if only because Eiden makes the most delicious noises around him every time he does so. ]

[massochism]

It will be good to get an idea of what we can do here, at least. I didn't realise you also have healing abilities.

[He's not used to being around other healers at all, except maybe a few of the other priests... so forgive him if he's practically sparkling as they walk.]

Would you tell me a little more about it, later?

[philancer]

Very very very basic. [ Sylvain lifts his hands with a laugh as Olivine turns and practically sparkles at him. ]

It’s not something I really trained in or studied, but I helped out in the healers’ tents after a battle or two and some of it was emergency triage on the battlefield. I basically know just enough to keep you alive until the actual healers show up. Which should still apply to a piercing, I suppose. I’ve just never had to test that before.

[ Most of what he knows had been from helping Mercedes or Annette when they were about to drop. Or when Felix got an unfortunate hole in him somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Or when he got one in himself. ]

[massochism]

Nonetheless, that sounds impressive. Learning to heal with magic is a long and arduous process, for us. I can't imagine just... picking it up. Medical care, certainly, but actual magic...? Even under your circumstances there, it speaks to your resourcefulness and acuity.

[fascinating. Olivine does duck his head just softly at the piercing comment, really trying not to be too excited for it. Between just... meeting sometime he finds so interesting and the prospect, it really is such a comically short walk (even if it's not, physically).]

[philancer]

I just have really smart friends who were patient enough to let me tag along when they needed an extra set of hands.

[ Sylvain just shrugs, dismissing the praise out of habit, because the tendency to downplay any of his better traits is so ingrained in him he often does it without even thinking. Not unless it had to do with the face he showed the world. And that kind of knowledge and cleverness? Never did him any favors.

But they reach the store and head inside, Sylvain leading the way to the department that held all the piercings and other body jewelry. He’d eyed a few of them himself with interest earlier, but wasn’t quite ready to be that adventurous just yet. Olivine, however…

Sylvain gestures to the displays in front of him with a sideways glance and a grin. ]

Alright, now I’m officially out of my element. Where would you like to start?

[veardant]

[ tighnari is used to being the one to prep himself, so this is a nice, novel feeling to him, to feel those fingers sinking into him, stretching tight muscle, sliding easily with the lubricant. knuckles sink deep, and tighnari exhales sharply, breathing deep, pushing down for more. it's still not quite enough, but he knows better than to rush, knows how important it is to take their time with this when he needs the time to adjust and stretch.

with a low, soft hum tighnari begins to rock his hips gently forward and back, forward and back, fucking himself slowly on those fingers, their cocks sliding together. ]

[philancer]

[ He gives a soft hiss when Tighnari rocks above him, sliding their cocks together, pleasure shivering across his nerves. He lets Tighnari work his fingers deeper when he rocks back, using the movement to stretch him further. Scissoring them gently apart to stretch muscles.

And maybe let calloused fingertips explore and quest for what will bring him the most pleasure in the process. Learning him and committing his reactions to memory, as he so often does.

Considering the difference in their sizes, he glances down the lines of their bodies as Tighnari moves against him. ]

Can you take a third?

[veardant]

[ at that, tighnari's mouth curves into a smile. ]

Yes, I can.

[ he'll have to, really, if he wants to be able to fit that cock. tighnari is a small man, but he knows how to use his body, and he understands biology - he can adapt easily, and know how to make it good and pleasurable too.

sylvain is doing well, though - those seeking fingers soon strike gold, sliding against the warm lump of his prostate in a way that makes tighnari gasp inward, then exhale in a low, pleasured whine. ]

[philancer]

[ Ah-hah. There it is.

Sylvain’s smile is slow and knowing as he brushes his fingertips over that spot again, loving the reaction he’d gotten. He uses it as a distraction over the next several moments as he starts working a third finger into him, taking his time, but making sure to send pleasure arcing along Tighnari’s nerves every few strokes.

Feeling him tighten, watching his body arch… It was beautiful and Sylvain wanted to watch more. Wanted to see what other noises he could draw from his lips.

While one hand continues to stretch him open, his other slid down to wrap around their cocks, stroking them in tandem, slow, and alternating with how he worked his fingers into the other man’s body. ]

[massochism]

[Really, it's not the first he's heard someone downplay their abilities like this—but it still makes him want to reach up and punch Sylvain's cheek for it. He resists, thankfully.]

Your really smart friends aren't the ones who learned it, though. [He can't help but laugh in the face of it.] No matter how much you downplay it.

[but he's not scolding, the words soft and warm. Sylvain doesn't have to say the words for Olivine to be able to be impressed, after all.

When they reach the store, the displays of jewelry is certainly... eye-catching. His gaze wanders over it briefly, lips pursed in a soft o.]

Well... it'll need to be something a little thicker to avoid the risk of the tongue healing over it... [He murmurs it thoughtfully, fingers tracing over one covered section. ] I tend to gravitate toward blues and blue-greens, but I don't see anything yet. Does anything catch your eye?

[Is he curious what Sylvain thinks would look good on him? Maybe. Despite himself, Olivine has always had the desire to show off for the right partner.]

[veardant]

[ of course sylvain zeroes in on that immediately, fingertips pressing to his sweet spot without hesitation, and it isn't long before tighnari is squirming a little in his lap. the third finger burns a little, stretching him further, but tighnari knows how to relax himself and not fight it.

then those fingers are around their cocks, and he exhales a breathless laugh. ]

Mmn.. I don't remember giving you permission to do that, my pet.

[ but he's smiling, clearly teasing as he thrusts into the hold of sylvain's fingers. ]

Don't stop.

[philancer]

[ Actually his friends were the ones who studied and learned it - some of them dedicating years of their life to mastering the healing arts and their Faith skills. He, at best, just copied some of the basics he’d seen them do over and over again. But it seemed a silly point to argue, so he lets it drop, since they had all this to focus on now.

Olivine’s preference for color gets a chuckle from him, because that’s an amusing bit of irony, isn’t it? ]

Then let’s find you something suitable in some shade of blue, shall we?

[ It takes a little bit of hunting to find the kind of piercings they need, but the store really does have a selection of everything and anything imaginable. They’re both browsing through the options when a glint of blue - although it was truly more teal in shade - catches his eye. It’s a deceptively simple stud, but there are faint ridges on the surface, soft enough not to irritate but enough to give it some texture.

He taps the glass above it to dra Olivine’s attention. ]

What about this one?

[philancer]

I was improvising. You looked a little distracted.

[ The cheeky retort is offered with a faintly crooked grin, but he doesn’t stop anyway.

HIs own voice is more than a little strained, his dark eyes watching hungrily as Tighnari rocks above him. Tight around his fingers, he can’t wait to feel that motion when Tighnari does ride his cock, the thought making him shudder and arch up into his own grip, sliding skin against soft skin in the process. ]

[veardant]

Distracted, hmm..?

[ yes, he's ten thousand percent distracted. he's all warmed up now, hard and stretched and ready, feeling hungry, greedy, feral. tighnari gives himself a few more minutes anyway, his hands resting on sylvain's chest as his hips continue to roll, taking his fingers in deep, pushing his cock through his grasp until there's no more discomfort at all, only sweet pleasure and the thrill of anticipation. ]

Fingers out.

[ he's ready. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s tempted to keep going, just to see what Tighnari would do, but he’s just as impatient right now, so he’ll save potential disobedience for another time. Which is hopefully a possibility after this, considering what they’re here for.

He withdraws his fingers with a groan, releasing his grip on their cocks as well, even though he gives one more shallow rock to grind up against the heated body perched above him. ]

[massochism]

[It would have been a silly thing, yes—mostly because Olivine hadn't been diminishing that, but simply bringing up the fact that his friends literally couldn't just force his body to apply the principles as needed... well, in any case, there really is just... so much to focus on.

He does glance at Sylvain when he chuckles, wondering what was funny about what he'd said, but he doesn't ask.]

It doesn't have to be, either. That's just what gems I usually gravitated to when I wanted to make something for myself.

[He's not protesting at all, just giving a caveat for the... probably unlikely chance that they'll find nothing at all.

Very unlikely, it turns out, though they have to go through a truly dizzying array of pieces in all sorts of shapes and sizes to find them. Olivine is, as usual, not hard to read—even if these aren't perfect, the utter curiosity and fascination on his face is plain. And then Sylvain taps the glass and draws his attention over, gaze falling on the soft teal in its cute little stud.]

... you have a good eye for this.

[Olivine almost laughs—of course he may have just caught to the first hint of blue, but even so, it's a pretty exquisite choice. (Can they afford it?? Well... probably, at the very least between them.) Little ridges are only just visible around the edges, and he has to wonder if Sylvain even noticed them before. Not unlikely, he decides, given his earlier comment about it being a little extra fun in some situations.]

I like it. I think I can afford it, too...

[He really doesn't intend to have Sylvain pay for this, of all things.]

[philancer]

They seemed pretty accommodating earlier when I was looking for clothes. I think they know that all of us that showed up today had to find things we’d need.

[ A piercing might not qualify for that, technically, but it certainly fit in with the rest of the rules of their so-called game. ]

Were there any others you saw that you liked?

[veardant]

[ tighnari is hungry by now, stretched and so very ready, so the moment sylvain's fingers are removed tighnari is already shifting against his lap. hoisting himself up on his knees, he takes ahold of that thick cock, spilling a bit more lubricant over it and giving him a few deep strokes before positioning himself.

lowering his hips again, he slowly, carefully takes sylvain into his body, sinking down, feeling the deep, burning stretch. it aches a little, he's thicker even than his fingers had been, but smoother, and tighnari breathes slowly as he seats himself in sylvain's lap, taking him in deep. ]

Give me.. a moment..

[ eyes closed, he exhales slowly, softly, and urges his body to relax. ]

[philancer]

Fuuuucck…

[ Sylvain’s eyes slam closed as he shudders beneath him, because Tighnari might have been trying to prepare for this, but having the other man take him in as he did sends shivering waves of pleasure through him as he tries not to arch up into him. Wanting to give Tighnari the time to adjust he needed, but also.

Fuck, he was tight and it was taking all his willpower not to fuck up into him to bury himself again and again. ]

Fuck, you’re still so tight. Maybe I should have gone for four…

[veardant]

[ at that, tighnari exhales a sound like a rough laugh, thin and breathless, his mouth curved. ]

Mm.. maybe.

[ a low chuckle, and tighnari opens his eyes again, glancing down to see sylvain in exquisite agony, deep and tearing pleasure that pleases tighnari to see. he breathes in, out, in again, out again, slowly beginning to relax around the intrusive cock, but still remaining as tight as a gripping fist.

leaning back, tighnari presses padded palms and fingers to sylvain's thighs and finally begins to move, giving his hips a slow, experimental roll. ]

[massochism]

There's hope, then... though I don't know if they'll think these essential.

[then again, they are wildcards and a little loss for some bigger gains later might just be enough. his gaze drifts to the cases again, exhaling a soft hum.]

Nothing permanent, but I did get some ideas for later. I think I'll probably take these— [they tap one of the nearby cases, containing a pair of simple, silver nipple studs.] just to keep those from closing on me.

[not that he would mind re-piercing them (or having them re-pierced), but it seems pointless when they went all this way to specifically choose something new.]

[philancer]

[ Nevermind. Tighnari moving above him is both better and far more excruciating. His hands come to grasp at the man’s thighs as his own buck involuntarily, cock pressing deeper as that rolling motion as the clench and squeeze of too-tight muscles around him hitting in an all new way.

He thrusts up, his own hips rocking to meet him as his nails bite lightly into warm flesh. ]

Fuck, Tighnari, I need you to move…

[philancer]

Sounds like a good idea. Did you want to try for a new piercing too, or come back another day to try that?

[ He’s already glancing around to wave down a nearby sales person so they can get the silver studs out at least, intent on making sure Olivine has what he needs. Whatever that ends up being. ]

[silicone]

[ he gets it, doesn't have to completely spell it out for him. with every thrust, eiden feels himself riding the edge of delight. he doesn't remember the last time he got on his knees for someone he barely knew. it's someone he's good friends with now, so he has no doubt in his mind that this will definitely go well. he chokes around him, a slight sputter with the increasing intensity, but he likes it, sinks fingers into his skin and dragging it upwards slowly. if he's going to be down here, he's going to trace the lines of his muscles with his fingers, graze his way up to cup him from behind with both hands as he's pressed into.

between his thighs, his arousal is unmistakable. this kind of service is what he lives for, and when he pops off his cock, taking it in hand to stroke it firmly against his cheek, he gives a ragged sigh. ]

You're fantastic... you wanna come like this? In my mouth or on my face...?

[ nosing gently at the base of his cock. ]

Or is there something else you want - a little variety with the time we've got left.

[massochism]

We may as well try. The worst they can do is say no, isn't it? Besides, you're the one who brought the thought to mind, so...

[so, he implies, he would like to do that. not that they couldn't do it later, but not even asking feels like giving up. he can admit it's... weird, if a little refreshing, not to have to convince people to take money from him, though.]