Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[philancer]

[ Sylvain considers that for a moment before tightening his grip once more and tilting Eiden’s head back, holding him at that angle as he studies his face. His own eyes are dark with hunger and his lips curve slightly as he rocks into Eiden’s hand. ]

And what is it you want? If you could have any one thing right now, what would it be? It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one getting what I want here.

[silicone]

[ he looks surprised for a moment at the way sylvain immediately turns it around. his head is pulled back and eiden studies sylvain with his own wide eyes. it's impossible not to tell him what he wants in this stupid little closet. he licks his lips. ]

Alright... alright. If you wanna be fair about it.

[ a joke, soft and light as he lets a hand stray to just wrap fingers around sylvain's cock. ]

Fuck me? [ he asks, breathless still, having to clear his throat. he looks so eager, hungry, even here in the dark. he can feel himself leaking ever so slightly, and god is it terrifying that this still fucking happens, wet from the tip of his cock? totally normal on earth. wet sliding down his his thigh? definitely not, and something that's only happened back in klein.

that place has really changed him. ah well. it's conveneint at least, if a little embarrassing. ] I can take it. Promise.

[philancer]

[ Welcome to the real world, Olivine, it sorta sucks. Says the person who’s never had money problems in his life either, if for wildly different reasons.

Still, Sylvain just winks at him. ] Then let’s see what we can get away with then, shall we?

[ Which just prompts him to turn on the charm, and maybe more than a little flirtatious bartering. It helps that the salesgirl is eyeing Olivine with stars in her eyes from the start, so talking her into doing them a favor (and also maybe getting her hands on him, however briefly) seems to be very convincing.

It costs two of their clothing vouchers, but they manage to get a deal for the pair of nipple studs and a tongue piercing with the pretty blue stud they’d seen in the display.

Sylvain doesn’t look all that repentant over any of it, either, as he gives Olivine a playful shove towards the back room so the girl can give him his new piercing. ]

Good luck!

[veardant]

Oh, do you, now? Have you forgotten your place, pet?

[ tighnari whispers softly, his voice dropping dangerously low, and he goes completely still on sylvain's lap, unmoving save for the clench of muscle tight around his cock, squeezing. ]

You don't get to tell me what to do, sweet puppy.

[ he purrs, flicking his gaze back down to sylvain's face, his short claws sinking into the flesh of sylvain's thighs. ]

[philancer]

I happen to like being fair about most things.

[ His grin grows a little further. And he’s not even surprised by that request - he’s certainly not adverse to it, either.

But it does provide a conundrum. Despite Eiden’s reassurance, that’s a little rougher than he’s comfortable with - at least like this. Or what he knows of this. ]

I don’t suppose you spotted any cases of lube or oils or something in here when you were hunting for your clothes? Because I think we need something more than just saliva, if we’re doing that.

[ He remembered seeing some in the nightstand of the room he’d woken up in, but that was still on the other side of a very locked door. ]

[silicone]

Mmm... wow, what'a good boy... [ there it is. he just shakes his head a little bit. ] Weird as this sounds, I can make due in a pinch. Just.

[ he holds out his hand, slowly getting to his feet. ]

Gimme your hand. I can show you.

[ just sucking sylvain off, combined with riding his thigh while kissing is enough to definitely have worked him up. ]

[philancer]

[ Fuck, he had, which again, isn’t like him. Not to get so overwhelmed he forgets himself like that.

But Tighnari going still above him gets a very strained whine escaping him as he closes his eyes again. Mentally cursing himself. And maybe the man tormenting him so well, just a little. Especially when that squeeze tightens and it’s all he can do to hold still. Reminding himself that Tighnari has the control here and if he wants more, he can’t let himself forget that part of their play.

He doesn’t actually mind it, it’s just deliciously torturous and he wants more. ]

S-sorry.

[ Even the bite of claws into his flesh have him shivering and moaning at the sharpness of it, body jolting as his muscles twitch and tremble beneath Tighnari with the strain of holding himself still for him. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks at his hand for a moment, confused. But he’s game, so he reaches out to give Eiden his hand once he reaches his feet, wondering what he’s about to be shown. ]

[silicone]

[ pulling him close, once again leaning against a wall, he guides sylvain's hand downwards, over his own hip, and around further until he can show him the thin trail of slick dampness against the curve of his ass. he shivers a bit even just thinking about it, the taste of him still there on his own tongue, the size of him pressed perfectly down his throat. ]

It's... I can explain later. But my body takes care of that kinda thing. You won't have trouble. Promise.

[philancer]

[ He’s not sure what he was expecting, but that… hadn’t been on the already short list.

His fingers slide against the slicked skin, as if Eiden had already been partially prepared for this. The explanation makes that part make sense, even if it just opened up a dozen more questions in its place.

Circling the tight ring of muscle, he presses a digit inside, up to the first knuckle, feeling Eiden shiver against him. Feeling the press of his cock trapped against Sylvain’s hip when he steps closer to better reach him. ]

Huh. [ He’s blinking, still trying to wrap his head around that. Then again, he woke up in bed with a guy with wings this morning, so he’s just going to have to start rolling with the weird surprises today, he supposes. ] Well, that’s… convenient.

[veardant]

[ sylvain's little punishment has worked wonders, it would seem. tighnari loves how he looks, sprawled out and panting like that, his muscles tight and his chest heaving with low moans.. he looks lovely. it's a sight that tighnari burns right into his memory, immediately. ]

There's my good boy..

[ he murmurs in response, claws dragging slowly now along the insides of his thighs. ]

Good boys are rewarded.

[ tighnari moves again, shifting his hips and rocking down into sylvain's lap, feeling the hot slide of his cock moving in and out of his body. tighnari hums, tosses back his hair, and begins to set a slow, but deep, rhythm. ]

[philancer]

[ Oddly enough, that gets a flush creeping up the back of his neck. Which he can feel, and promptly tries to ignore, because it’s been a very long time since anything - or anyone - has made him do something like that. He’s going to chalk it up to weird happenstance. Or arousal. Or maybe he’s suddenly allergic to rabbit fur.

He bites back any comment he might make there, because he’d probably just get himself in trouble again - as opening his mouth tends to do in general. Tighnari makes it easy, at least, by dragging those claws along his skin, making him shudder and jolt up into the touch again, strained moan slipping free, a sound that breaks off into a breathless noise when he finally starts to move. It’s enough to drive every last thought right out of his head because it feels so good and he can only rock with him to meet that rhythm, wanting to be buried deep within him, but also relishing the tight squeeze and friction as he rises and falls again. ]

[massochism]

[it sorta sucks, but honestly he hasn't hit the point of understanding it yet. it's still novel and kind of exciting.]

We shouldn't need to—

[barter that much. Sylvain is a wonder to watch, though, charming and flirtatious in a way that he's at once glad and disappointed he hadn't gotten to see before now. of course, given the point of said charm, that's for the better and he does understand that.

it's all a bit of a whirlwind of conversation, for someone who isn't used to bartering in the first place. seemingly out of nowhere, they're handing over the clothing vouchers and the salesgirl is already prepared to head back into the back room. the little jolt from the shove brings him back to the task at hand, at least, and he gives a somewhat... bewildered smile to Sylvain.]

It's just a piercing... but thank you.

[if there was ever a moment to realise that maybe Olivine is not exactly into women, it's probably that one. he doesn't even seem to think past it, just slipping into the back room to get this all... well, done.

what goes on there will forever be a mystery, probably. some conversation happens, just barely audible, and in the end, Olivine isn't much worse for wear when he escapes. a little disheveled, his shirt a little askew, maybe even a little swelling on his lip, but overall? just fine. the salesgirl seems at least mostly satisfied, and leaves the two to themselves now.]

Mm. Sorry for the wait.

[ah, there it is; the inevitable lisp. even if his tongue wasn't swollen, the sudden shift of talking with a rigid bar in your mouth is notably not so easy to just... overcome, especially when it clicks against teeth. he'll have to speak a little more slowly, he thinks, to mitigate it more.]

[silicone]

Yeah, uh... it's taken a little getting used to...

[ it still catches him off guard when he feels it, when pleasure starts to spark through his body sharply, heat flushing him. his hands slide up a bit more, letting his own robe slide off of his shoulders finally, a laugh leaving his throat again.

his hips nudge and bump up against sylvain's hip, his body shivering. it's unfair, how ready to melt he is, how he's called out to tell him what he wants. the problem is he wants it all. ]

Syl—

[ he forgets what he was going to say next, instead lifting up on his toes and moaning as his fingers slides inside of him, teasing and testing. there's hardly resistance, but he squeezes that digit inside of him, clinging. it feels delicious. he wiggles his hips a bit, enticing, a little incapable of not fidgeting as he darts forward to take his mouth again with a desperate hum with another little "sylvain" sighed out. ]

[veardant]

[ i will end u

sylvain's response to the praise is a little muted, but still noticeable for one so perceptive as tighnari. good to know. tighnari chuckles breathlessly, and slams his hips down a little harder, taking sylvain deep in a way that makes tighnari gasp. ]

Does the puppy like it when he's told he's a good boy..?

[ tighnari murmurs, his voice like smooth silk, and soon enough he's beginning to pick up the pace, rocking his hips a little more quickly, a little more deeply, taking his cock right to the base with every downward roll of his body. sweat begins to dew on his flushed skin, his tail shivering with every thrust. ]

Now fuck me like you need it to breathe.

[philancer]

[ Oh, no. He's not falling into that trap. Tighnari is already seeing way too much for his comfort to give him ammunition like that.

But the permission - order? - is way more his speed and something he can eagerly give.

His hips rock up immediately, sheathing himself deep in the man's body, setting a pace that's faster and rougher than the one Tighnari had set for himself. One hand grasps at his hips, holding on more than anything. The other one, though, it slips around behind him to play with the soft fur of his tail for each thrust of his hips. He hadn't missed the reactions Tighnari had to being touched there, picking up on the fact that it was sensitive and not just soft.

It's a tease, as he builds his pace, his speed. Playing the same way Tighnari had up until now. His own skin is flushed and slick with sweat now from the exertion - and also the strain of holding himself back before. He's not holding back now, though.

And then he lets his hand slide away from Tighnari's tail to wrap fingers around the man's cock instead. Not stroking him, not even teasing. Just letting the almost brutal pace he'd set rock Tighnari up into the grip of his curled fingers with every rock forward. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's just casually leaning against one of the counters when Olivine comes back out. His gaze flits over him assessingly, although he doesn't make a comment on anything he sees. Just gives him a warm smile and then winks at the salesgirl as he lifts a hand in a wave and calls back a thanks.

Before tugging Olivine away from the jewelry department once more. And if they end up vaguely heading back in the direction of the dressing rooms... well, that's the part of the store he's most familiar with right now, don't judge him. ]

Did it go alright? Is it still hurting?

[philancer]

I've got you.

[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky as he's the one that gives the reassurance this time. One arm wraps around Eiden's bare waist, dragging him close and pinning him against Sylvain's broad chest. He bends his head to kiss him, distracting him as he works his finger deeper, then adds another, stretching the slicked skin and muscle to prepare him for taking more.

And when he gets to the point he can move them easier in and out, he crooks his fingertips to brush against sensitive nerves - which he's going to assume is there despite the... unusual differences in Eiden's anatomy. ]

[veardant]

[ he'll find the ammunition, sylvain.. don't you worry. sylvain's praise kink was on full display not long ago.

nevertheless, tighnari isn't thinking about that right now. he's not thinking about much of anything once sylvain starts fucking up into him hard and fast, and tighnari's vision begins to spot around the edges. he bounces hard in sylvain's lap, crying out as he's slammed into again and again, his back arching forward, his hips snapping down over and over to meet every single thrust. ]

Fuck -

[ he hisses through his fangs, the hand around his cock almost too much, but he reins it in, bites the orgasm back in order to let the pleasure stretch longer and longer. he rides sylvain hard, brutally fast, each thrust eliciting a sharp moan, his claws sinking hard. gods, it's so good, it's too good.. tighnari is already close, and he's sure sylvain surely must be too. ]

[philancer]

[ He denies everything.

Except the fact that yeah, he is getting very very close. His jaw is clenched as he struggles to hold it back. Despite the fact that he'd slipped earlier, his mindset now, at least, is still matching the role he'd committed to play here and despite how badly his own pleasure is building, he holds it back, waiting for Tighnari to get there.

Besides, he's a delicious sight atop him and Sylvain's eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, as he drinks it in. Watching eh expressions play out on his face, the way he moves, the noises he makes. He doesn't want to miss any of it.

It's only when he thinks he's not going to be able to hold it back any more that he slams his eyes shut again, even though his pace never once falters, not in the way he fucks up into Tighnari, or the way his fingers stroke against his cock. ]

Fuck, I'm... I'm close, Tighnari, please...

[massochism]

[honestly, he's glad Sylvain doesn't say anything. it was an awkward moment, in truth, but he made it through.

he does manage to thank the lady as he's tugged away from the department, keeping up a little better than his first stumbling step outside, fingers curled warmly against the other's hand. does he like being dragged around? yes, shut up. and it's fine, the dressing rooms are convenient anyway.]

There's a little ache, I haven't tried healing it just yet, since I didn't want anything bad to happen if it doesn't work. It's not as painful as my nipples were, and honestly... I kind of like when it hurts.

[he's not sure if it's some lingering effect, or just... the instinct to be clear on what he likes, what makes him mention it. for how he looks and acts, Olivine really is a bit of a freak.]

[precipitous]

[ "Spicy stew" is downplaying it's virtues in Furina's eyes, but she won't protest. He'll see once he tastes it! Once she's filled their plates, she steps back from the buffet line, starting for the nearest open table. There's a certain spring to her step that wasn't there before — whether due to the food or his pleasant company, her spirits have improved. ]

Faerghus? I've heard of no such place...is that your homeland, then, I presume?

[ She had no reason to assume he was from Teyvat, even if she's met a few strangers here who are. Despite her unfamiliarity with the place name, she takes care to pronounce it correctly, each syllable clear and concise as she commits it to memory.

From the way she asks, it's clear she's eager to hear more, and he's welcome talk about it as much or as little as he'd like. ]

[veardant]

[ tighnari can feel sylvain's gaze on him, and after a few moments his eyes crack open so he can meet his look, reading the intensity in his expression. body language alone tells him that his partner is close, but the words come soon after, rough and desperate and achingly needy. sylvain sounds good like that, tighnari thinks.. when he's falling apart at the seams.

it occurs to him that he could make this much worse, that he could edge sylvain into oblivion right now, and honestly, the idea is tempting, but.. he holds off. another time, perhaps, once he knows sylvain a little bit better, once the two of them have more time to discuss their likes and dislikes. so for the moment, sylvain is granted mercy. next time tighnari may not be so kind.

so rather than holding still and stopping, tighnari goes harder, his movements sharp and erratic as he allows sylvain to slam up into him hard and fast and brutal, fucking him open as if he were nothing more than a doll to be used. ]

Cum for me. [ he hisses through his teeth, precum staining sylvain's fingers as tighnari begins nearing his own peak. ] Now.

[silicone]

[ i hate this stupid yaoi game and it's stupid self-lubing holes

he's normally not as speechless, but sylvain knows immediately where to go, catching him and pinning him close, he lets his fingers splay as he explores with his hands, framing the warmth of his chest and climbing along his ribs as he meets his kiss. he takes his fingers well, moving with little aborted nudges of his hips - lifting a leg ever so slightly to spread for the second finger sliding in beside it. he has good balance, but sylvain pulling him close definitely is a nice reassurance. ]

That's it... [ and as fingers crook, eiden digs his own fingers in immediately, dull nails digging into skin with a soft sigh. he sinks onto those fingers, relishing in sylvain pressing against that deep, sweet spot. hello prostate my good friend. ] You've got fucking magical hands... wow...

[philancer]

[ Tighnari gives him the words, the permission, which is a good thing because when he'd started going harder, Sylvain wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.

Nails dig into the other man's hips as he rocks up into him once more, twice, and then thrusts up to bury himself deep as he tips over that edge. His head falls back as he spills himself with a hoarse cry, body trembling at the force of it. His own hand clenches lightly around Tighnari's cock, not releasing him, although his own pace falters a little in the process. ]