[ Sylvain gives him another light kiss before Olivine’s words remind him of that and he casts the priest a sheepish look in apology. ]
Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
[there's a little wince when he pulls the clamps free, a hiss of breath as blood flow returns to normal. no, it doesn't help with the current ache, but it also doesn't leave them vulnerable to getting worse.]
Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
[ Tossing the clamps aside, Sylvain just wraps his arms around Olivine and draws him in close. Wrapping around him, their legs tangled together, he presses a kiss to the top of Olivine’s head, lips curled in a lazy, sated smile. ]
[nestling in close, Olivine closes an eye as Sylvain kisses his forehead, fingers reaching up to brush his hair back. His cheek presses into the redhead's chest, rubbing lightly against the hair there, and he has to laugh as he speaks.]
Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
Mmmm. Maybe we should. Although I don’t think we’d actually have trouble coming up with ideas and dares, between the two of us.
[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
Probably not. It's a little fun for both of us to be surprised, though.
[laughing warmly, Olivine leans into the brush of Sylvain's fingers, his thumb tracing idly over the redhead's side. after a moment, he does hum softly, glancing upward.]
Once you're soft enough, you should take the ring off. The ropes should be comfortable even if you fall asleep, but it's better not to wear rings for too long.
I think it could probably come off now, then. But I don’t mind the ropes. You like those, huh?
[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan, body protesting the movement. But it feels good to slip the ring off all the same, before he grabs a towel off the nightstand so they can clean up the worst of the mess they made.
Once that’s done, he stretches out beside Olivine once more, content to stay here and cuddle for a while. Bask in the afterglow. ]
They do look good on you. [Olivine can't help but laugh, shifting to give Sylvain space to get the ring off and... well, clean them both up.] But I was more worried about how exhausted you must feel, considering even I'm feeling it.
[once he's settled back in, Olivine is quick to snuggle in again for just the same reason. there's no sense in rushing, after all. not when lying here together feels better, his fingers drifting aimlessly over Sylvain's side.]
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Oops? Let me get those off for you.
[ Leaning up on one elbow he reaches out to soothe his fingers over the reddened skin before carefully unclipping one and then the other clamp from where they bite down on the sensitive nubs, wincing in sympathy, because he knows the blood rushing back to those places isn’t going to make them hurt any less. ]
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Haaah... thank you. The last time I used them for a long time there was nothing really... jostling them.
[with his chest free of the torment (... the unusual torment), Olivine can shift a little to press himself closer to Sylvain, sighing contentedly. he's careful in his movements, and his legs definitely feel like jelly enough that he's concerned about getting up... but they can stay like this for a while. it's not like the rooms have time limits, either.]
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I think this might be my new favorite game.
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Really? Is that just because you got to wear us both out, Sylvain? [He's not complaining.] should we keep the cards for another time?
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[ There’s fond humor in his voice as he cards his fingers through Olivine’s hair and holds him close. His body is relaxed, spent and sated, even though it’s still bound in the bindings Olivine had secured around him. The ring on his cock had certainly made everything - including his orgasm - far more intense than normal. ]
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[laughing warmly, Olivine leans into the brush of Sylvain's fingers, his thumb tracing idly over the redhead's side. after a moment, he does hum softly, glancing upward.]
Once you're soft enough, you should take the ring off. The ropes should be comfortable even if you fall asleep, but it's better not to wear rings for too long.
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[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan, body protesting the movement. But it feels good to slip the ring off all the same, before he grabs a towel off the nightstand so they can clean up the worst of the mess they made.
Once that’s done, he stretches out beside Olivine once more, content to stay here and cuddle for a while. Bask in the afterglow. ]
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[once he's settled back in, Olivine is quick to snuggle in again for just the same reason. there's no sense in rushing, after all. not when lying here together feels better, his fingers drifting aimlessly over Sylvain's side.]