[It's a little slower than normal, what with the vibration still inside him. Sylvain is nothing if not beautifully cruel in the best of ways. Olivine sighs contently as hands slide over thighs and hips, weight shifting carefully to try and take some of the pressure off. It doesn't work much, given the vibrating, but he tries.]
Haah... ah... I can keep playing... I think. [He glances from the bed to the bench, though.] If you'll... pull the toy out, I can get another card.
[It's too thin to keep inside by itself with how wet he is, after all, no matter how tightly he squeezes.]
How about you stay there, keep the toy in, and I pick the next card, and then we’ll go from there? The last one didn’t say when I had to end the prostate play, after all. Or the edging, for that matter.
[ He winks, even as he pushes up on one elbow and reaches for the next card in the deck. He picks it up, glances at it, and then just snorts out a laugh. ]
I think the cards have decided I should be trying out all the different forms of bondage today.
[ He holds up the card so Olivine can see the picture and the word cockring underneath it. ]
I can’t say I’ve ever worn one of those before. Maybe I’ll have to take that toy out after all, so you can go pick one out for me…
[but he's absolutely not about to stop Sylvain. The other steps away and Olivine struggles against the urge to squirm while he waits, watching him lift the card.]
Oh? There are a lot of forms...
[but he turns the card so that Olivine can see it, and the priest has to laugh. Well, he does have intimate experience with this one...]
I find them exciting, hehe. But if you want me to pick, I'm happy to... or I can walk you through what to look for. Mmn, they can be a little hard to put on if you're too hard, though.
[relief shudders through him when the vibration stops; it was apparently affecting him more than he'd realised.]
I suppose it's better that way, since we won't be able to take these with us.
[pushing himself upward, Olivine climbs off of the bed, steps delicate but determined. He's fine, really.
And it takes him a lot less time to pick something for Sylvain. It's similar to the collar he'd picked—pretty, black coated, with just a couple of gold adornments. As he steps back to Sylvain, he hums softly.]
Would you like me to help put it on you, too? [a laugh.] Not that it's difficult, mind.
[that pulls mischief back to Olivine's face, lips curled up in a half smirk of his own.]
Really, do you think I'd do that to you? I can always touch you once it's in place.
[Despite the low ache still in his belly, Olivine is quick to kneel in front of Sylvain, glancing up at him with no end of amusement in his expression. Delicate fingers curl around his cock just to lift it into place and start easing the ring down.]
I absolutely think you’d do that to me. You’re a bigger tease than I am. And that’s saying something, trust me.
[ His eyes darken a shade as he watches Olivine kneel down between his legs, but he holds still, even though a shiver slips through him as the other man starts to slide the ring down over the length of his cock. ]
So what do these do, exactly? Other than look pretty, I suppose?
I'll take that as a compliment... but it really isn't something I'd do with these. Maybe if it was myself...
[He just laughs softly, working the ring down. It's not too difficult, and his grin matches many of Sylvain's in mischief when he asks that.]
It can delay your orgasm, at least. If it stops it completely, it's probably too tight... but here, let me—
[has he been waiting patiently for this? Absolutely. Olivine's weight shifts, tongue dragging up the underside of Sylvain's cock, pressing little metal-studded kitten licks to the head of it. He had to prove Sylvain right, didn't he?]
[ His hands give out and he flops back to the bed as a shudder of pleasure sweeps through him. he’d still been half-hard from earlier, but those fingers on his skin had been one thing and then the slide of that tongue, the cool glide of metal…
He’s fully hard again in a matter of moments. Olivine really is unfairly talented at being a tease. ]
[He learned from the best, really. Eiden still leaves him in the dust when it comes to teasing, too. At least Sylvain only has to suffer a few moments before Olivine pulls away from his cock, fingertips tracing the top of the ring.]
What do you think? Not too tight, but a lot more intense, right?
[ He groans, cock pulsing against the restriction of the ring around its base. It hadn’t been enough to come, but it did make the pleasure feel more intense somehow. He wasn’t questioning it.
He waves a hand at the deck of cards again. ] I think that means its once more your turn.
[listen, what kind of tease would he be if he let Sylvain off that easy?]
Mm, are we moving on to us actually picking cards that affect us instead of the opposite now?
[It's a little funny, really. Olivine climbs to his feet anyway, picking up... well, the whole set of cards, actually. To move them to the beside table, so they don't have to walk for every one. then he lifts the top card. And... stares at it for a moment.]
... do we have something here for this...?
[settling on the bed near Sylvain, he turns the card over to let him read temperature play. This. Actually may be something that hadn't even occurred to Olivine before now.]
[ You might have momentarily scrambled his brain, actually. He just remembers picking up the cockring card. And the one before that? They’re starting to run together now.
But he pushes up on an elbow to take in the card and then glances around the room before catching sight of something across the way. An armchair sits there with a round table beside it. And on it is a bucket holding a bottle of wine. Getting up and peering inside, he grins when he finds it full of ice. ]
I think we can improvise. Might as well get comfy again, Oli.
[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]
[ Laughter bright in his eyes, he plucks up a couple of ice cubes and carries them back over to where Oli is perched in the bed. Reaching out with his free hand, he gives the man a nudge to lay him back on his back once more before climbing up to straddle his hips. It has his own ringed cock - still hard, of course - resting against Olivine’s stomach as he leans over the other man with a smirk.
And of course aims for the one place he knows Olivine is already extremely sensitive.
The ice cube trails lightly over flushed skin as he slowly circles one of the man’s nipples with it - not close enough to touch, he keeps a slight distance for now, but he knows the cold will be an abrupt sensation to Oli’s sensitive skin. ]
How is it difficult to make sure I'm doing what you want~?
[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.
He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]
Ah—sylv... mmnh...
[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]
[ Sylvain chuckles at that, watching Olivine’s reaction with a smile. He doesn’t mind the way the other man writhes up against him, either, even though he keeps himself firmly seated on Oli’s hips, keeping him relatively pinned in place against the bed.
He still doesn’t let the ice brush directly over the nipple - or the piercing there 0 but instead lets it drift against heated skin to circle around the other nipple in much the same way as he had the first one. ]
Mmmm. I think you like this one. I’m going to have to remember it.
[shuddering, Olivine exhales a little laugh as Sylvain speaks. Of course he likes it... but then, his tastes are already so broad.]
It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
[should he be, when he practically asked for it? between the heat and the clamps, the press of Sylvain's tongue, he practically howls at the searing pleasure of it. fingers tangle in his hair, squirming hips kept in check by the weight on them, and his voice is thin and breathy when he manages words again.]
Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
[ Sylvain just smirks as he holds Olivine exactly where he is, not moving his mouth away. Loving the way he squirms and shudders beneath him. His teeth close around that nipple, biting down before tugging at the flesh again. Letting that heat sink into skin that had been so chilled a moment before.
And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
[really, it's unfair. Sylvain's name slips from Olivine's lips in some sort of mantra, heat and chill warring across his skin. it feels like that sensation spreads farther than it ought to, considering the narrow focus of the ice cube over his other nipple.
predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
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Haah... ah... I can keep playing... I think. [He glances from the bed to the bench, though.] If you'll... pull the toy out, I can get another card.
[It's too thin to keep inside by itself with how wet he is, after all, no matter how tightly he squeezes.]
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[ He winks, even as he pushes up on one elbow and reaches for the next card in the deck. He picks it up, glances at it, and then just snorts out a laugh. ]
I think the cards have decided I should be trying out all the different forms of bondage today.
[ He holds up the card so Olivine can see the picture and the word cockring underneath it. ]
I can’t say I’ve ever worn one of those before. Maybe I’ll have to take that toy out after all, so you can go pick one out for me…
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[but he's absolutely not about to stop Sylvain. The other steps away and Olivine struggles against the urge to squirm while he waits, watching him lift the card.]
Oh? There are a lot of forms...
[but he turns the card so that Olivine can see it, and the priest has to laugh. Well, he does have intimate experience with this one...]
I find them exciting, hehe. But if you want me to pick, I'm happy to... or I can walk you through what to look for. Mmn, they can be a little hard to put on if you're too hard, though.
[most of them are pretty rigid, after all.]
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Pick me out one you think I’d like. Or that you like. I’m clearly not gonna be picky about it.
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I suppose it's better that way, since we won't be able to take these with us.
[pushing himself upward, Olivine climbs off of the bed, steps delicate but determined. He's fine, really.
And it takes him a lot less time to pick something for Sylvain. It's similar to the collar he'd picked—pretty, black coated, with just a couple of gold adornments. As he steps back to Sylvain, he hums softly.]
Would you like me to help put it on you, too? [a laugh.] Not that it's difficult, mind.
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Sure. Why don’t you show me how it’s done? Although no promises you touching me won’t just make this harder than it has to be, apparently.
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Really, do you think I'd do that to you? I can always touch you once it's in place.
[Despite the low ache still in his belly, Olivine is quick to kneel in front of Sylvain, glancing up at him with no end of amusement in his expression. Delicate fingers curl around his cock just to lift it into place and start easing the ring down.]
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[ His eyes darken a shade as he watches Olivine kneel down between his legs, but he holds still, even though a shiver slips through him as the other man starts to slide the ring down over the length of his cock. ]
So what do these do, exactly? Other than look pretty, I suppose?
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[He just laughs softly, working the ring down. It's not too difficult, and his grin matches many of Sylvain's in mischief when he asks that.]
It can delay your orgasm, at least. If it stops it completely, it's probably too tight... but here, let me—
[has he been waiting patiently for this? Absolutely. Olivine's weight shifts, tongue dragging up the underside of Sylvain's cock, pressing little metal-studded kitten licks to the head of it. He had to prove Sylvain right, didn't he?]
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[ His hands give out and he flops back to the bed as a shudder of pleasure sweeps through him. he’d still been half-hard from earlier, but those fingers on his skin had been one thing and then the slide of that tongue, the cool glide of metal…
He’s fully hard again in a matter of moments. Olivine really is unfairly talented at being a tease. ]
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What do you think? Not too tight, but a lot more intense, right?
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[ He groans, cock pulsing against the restriction of the ring around its base. It hadn’t been enough to come, but it did make the pleasure feel more intense somehow. He wasn’t questioning it.
He waves a hand at the deck of cards again. ] I think that means its once more your turn.
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Mm, are we moving on to us actually picking cards that affect us instead of the opposite now?
[It's a little funny, really. Olivine climbs to his feet anyway, picking up... well, the whole set of cards, actually. To move them to the beside table, so they don't have to walk for every one. then he lifts the top card. And... stares at it for a moment.]
... do we have something here for this...?
[settling on the bed near Sylvain, he turns the card over to let him read temperature play. This. Actually may be something that hadn't even occurred to Olivine before now.]
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[ You might have momentarily scrambled his brain, actually. He just remembers picking up the cockring card. And the one before that? They’re starting to run together now.
But he pushes up on an elbow to take in the card and then glances around the room before catching sight of something across the way. An armchair sits there with a round table beside it. And on it is a bucket holding a bottle of wine. Getting up and peering inside, he grins when he finds it full of ice. ]
I think we can improvise. Might as well get comfy again, Oli.
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[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.
his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]
I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.
[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]
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[ Laughter bright in his eyes, he plucks up a couple of ice cubes and carries them back over to where Oli is perched in the bed. Reaching out with his free hand, he gives the man a nudge to lay him back on his back once more before climbing up to straddle his hips. It has his own ringed cock - still hard, of course - resting against Olivine’s stomach as he leans over the other man with a smirk.
And of course aims for the one place he knows Olivine is already extremely sensitive.
The ice cube trails lightly over flushed skin as he slowly circles one of the man’s nipples with it - not close enough to touch, he keeps a slight distance for now, but he knows the cold will be an abrupt sensation to Oli’s sensitive skin. ]
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[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.
He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]
Ah—sylv... mmnh...
[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]
Nnghaah... c-cold... but it feels like fire...
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[ Sylvain chuckles at that, watching Olivine’s reaction with a smile. He doesn’t mind the way the other man writhes up against him, either, even though he keeps himself firmly seated on Oli’s hips, keeping him relatively pinned in place against the bed.
He still doesn’t let the ice brush directly over the nipple - or the piercing there 0 but instead lets it drift against heated skin to circle around the other nipple in much the same way as he had the first one. ]
Mmmm. I think you like this one. I’m going to have to remember it.
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It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
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[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
Like this? Or somewhere else?
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[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
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Maybe this will help.
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
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Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
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And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
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predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
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