[Sylvain, that's rude. Smirking at him like that is going to make him melt. Okay, that's literally anything they do, actually... anyway, Olivine leans into the kiss just as warmly as ever, sighing contently when hands slide over his arms.]
Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]
no subject
Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]