[ 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. ]
[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.]
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. ]
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.]
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. ]
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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ Sylvain just chuckles and gives his hand a squeeze, turning down the aisle and quickly finding the nearest empty dressing room. Tugging the other man inside, he kicks the door shut behind them before turning and backing Olivine against the door.
His eyes are both darkly intent and amused as he slides his thumb against the other man's lip. He hasn't missed that Olivine also likes being dragged. Manhandled in general, maybe? He's learning as he goes here. But his thumb pulls at the man's lip slightly in silent request before he voices it aloud. ]
[It's just a short jaunt to the dressing room, but Olivine can feel the soft heat of anticipation coiling in his senses. He's not entirely sure what to expect after all, nor sure of what he hopes either.
His back hits the door and Olivine exhales a pleasant little noise, a shiver sliding down his spine. Sylvain almost looms there over him, and his eyes are just so... something. Hungry, amused. The priest can't fathom the words, not when a thumb teases his lip and his lashes flutter in response.
The redhead could have done any number of things to see it, but there's something sweet in the simplicity. He's given a nod in response, Olivine's lashes drooping as his lips part.
The piercing is quite delicately placed, or will be when it all heals. Right now, there's a notable shift from the tip backward, a smattering of angry flesh and the telltale dark ring of angry flesh around the base of the stud. The blood has largely stopped already, though there's still a little bead of it that drips down when his tongue extends past those lips. The blue of it is ever so slightly tinged, but it still stands out sharply against pink and red.]
[ He slides his thumb back and forth against Olivine's lower lip as he parts them and he takes in the sight. He's only seen a pierced tongue a few times - it's not something most consider in Fodlan as even a possibility. But then again, people are still pretty repressed in his home world, with a few notable exceptions.
Although the fact that it's still bleeding does have him a little worried about what they could do here. Sylvain doesn't mind a little pain every now and then, but probably nowhere near the extent Olivine might. ]
I think you made a good choice. But I think, if we're going to try that out at all, you should try and heal it just a little. Or would you like me to try?
[It's actually less the issue of pain on his mind and more... well, infection mostly, but he hadn't had any interest in slowing Sylvain down over it. Really, there was no way a fresh piercing should be used on the same day without healing, was there.]
Go ahead and try. I can still feel essence, so I should be fine if yours doesn't work.
[It takes more effort than he'd like to admit, standing here and not getting lost in thought. Not yet, just a little longer and then they can do something more.]
[ Sylvain arches an eyebrow at the permission, because he'd been expecting Olivine to try first. Then again, he might be a little too used to people not taking his offers seriously, for that matter.
But now he just takes a deep breath and focuses, reaching for the Faith magic that had become more and more necessary as Faerghus descended into war and he and Felix had been forced to give up more and more ground just to keep their people safe.
At least this is for a far easier purpose.
The basic Heal spell rolls through the other man like a warm, tingling wave. Sylvain knows what he's targeting, of course, but the spell might not be so particular in aiming for just that, washing through the other man from head to toe in the process. ]
[Olivine only gives him a reassuring smile at that arched brow. It's warm and raw, a reminder that he's more than willing to extend that trust.
And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
[ There might be a lingering concern in Sylvain’s gaze, because he hadn’t actually been sure his magic would even work here. Or if it did, it would still work as intended. But he can feel the way Olivine relaxes against him a moment later and takes that as a positive sign even before he gets the verbal confirmation.
His fingers stroke back the man’s jaw as he watches him react, likely testing for himself the changes. He’s still pressed against him, having crowded him in against the door and then practically pinned him in place, and he still makes no effort to move away. ]
[eyes close for a moment as Sylvain's fingers stroke his jaw, reveling in all of it. He's close, warm, gentle (though heaven knows Olivine could stand to see the end of that, soon enough), and it's enough to really help settle into... well, the rest of what they'd implied none too long ago.]
No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]
[ He chuckles at that, letting his hand slide the rest of the way back Olivine’s jaw. But he doesn’t stop there, letting his fingers thread in the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in a grip there before he tugs Olivine’s head forward and leans in to capture his lips in a rough kiss.
There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]
[the intention of it is palpable. Sylvain tugs his head forward and captures his lips, and there's a plain shiver that slides down his spine, trapped between the two of them.
it's nothing slow, questioning. the tease of his tongue isn't forcing, though it does seem demanding—and of course, Olivine needs no more than that. lips part to let that warm tongue slip against his own, fingers twitching and tensing at the brand new sensation from the piercing. oh, it was a good idea, he thinks, as he follows Sylvain's lead with warm enthusiasm.
too good, really, and there's a certain greed in the way the priest shifts to meet every inward press, hips rising to close more of the miniscule space between them. fingers lose their grip, find it again, this time with a little more purchase over shoulders to keep the redhead close.]
[ Sylvain’s not intending to give him much space anyway, not with how he’s got him pinned in place with his own body. Which he uses to his advantage as he slides a hip in against the man’s groin, offering friction even as he plunders the man’s mouth greedily.
The new piercing certainly adds an interesting aspect to the kiss and Sylvain can’t help but play with it with his own tongue as he deepens the kiss. He’s careful at first, wanting to make sure the healing had been thorough, but once he’s sure of that, the kiss turns hungry and demanding once more. Less interested in testing the piercing and more interested in testing everything else that is new and waiting to be discovered in the man he has pinned to the door. ]
[Olivine jolts at the press of that hip, cheeks reddening even as his own hips lean into the touch, warm and insistent.
It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]
[ They've got time to figure that part out but that shuddery gasp of his name has hip nipping at Olivine's lower lip before pulling back from the kiss slightly. Just enough to let them both catch their breath for a moment. ]
Mmm. Looks like it healed quite nicely indeed. I suppose the next question should be if you wanted to try it out more or if you wanted to try something else?
[ There's a hint of dark mischief glinting in his gaze as his lips curve. One hand reaches down to stroke fingers over where he knows the other man's cock is tucked away behind his clothes. ]
[greed wracks through him with every touch, every movement. Sylvain pulls back and Olivine has to resist the urge to follow those sweet lips.]
... you drive a... hard bargain... nngh. [what does he want, in the end? The answer is yes. Struggling with reason, his hips follow that hand, cock throbbing plainly beneath fabric.] mmm... I want to taste you, but... I want to feel more, too. Nn...
[He's losing himself, as he so often does, clinging to the barest flicker of sense in the depravity. Reason flickers in and out of view as long fingers quicken their pace, nails pressing in against Sylvain's stomach and sliding down to his cock in turn.]
Just... don't be gentle with me. Please.
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[ Not gentle. Right. He can probably handle that. He's pretty sure he can pick up on enough cues as they go to know what Olivine needs, even if he rarely indulges in these sorts of games without setting some boundaries first. Winging it, it is, then.
One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.
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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?
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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.]
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[ 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?
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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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!
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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His eyes are both darkly intent and amused as he slides his thumb against the other man's lip. He hasn't missed that Olivine also likes being dragged. Manhandled in general, maybe? He's learning as he goes here. But his thumb pulls at the man's lip slightly in silent request before he voices it aloud. ]
Let me see?
Cw: blood, oop
His back hits the door and Olivine exhales a pleasant little noise, a shiver sliding down his spine. Sylvain almost looms there over him, and his eyes are just so... something. Hungry, amused. The priest can't fathom the words, not when a thumb teases his lip and his lashes flutter in response.
The redhead could have done any number of things to see it, but there's something sweet in the simplicity. He's given a nod in response, Olivine's lashes drooping as his lips part.
The piercing is quite delicately placed, or will be when it all heals. Right now, there's a notable shift from the tip backward, a smattering of angry flesh and the telltale dark ring of angry flesh around the base of the stud. The blood has largely stopped already, though there's still a little bead of it that drips down when his tongue extends past those lips. The blue of it is ever so slightly tinged, but it still stands out sharply against pink and red.]
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Although the fact that it's still bleeding does have him a little worried about what they could do here. Sylvain doesn't mind a little pain every now and then, but probably nowhere near the extent Olivine might. ]
I think you made a good choice. But I think, if we're going to try that out at all, you should try and heal it just a little. Or would you like me to try?
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[It's actually less the issue of pain on his mind and more... well, infection mostly, but he hadn't had any interest in slowing Sylvain down over it. Really, there was no way a fresh piercing should be used on the same day without healing, was there.]
Go ahead and try. I can still feel essence, so I should be fine if yours doesn't work.
[It takes more effort than he'd like to admit, standing here and not getting lost in thought. Not yet, just a little longer and then they can do something more.]
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But now he just takes a deep breath and focuses, reaching for the Faith magic that had become more and more necessary as Faerghus descended into war and he and Felix had been forced to give up more and more ground just to keep their people safe.
At least this is for a far easier purpose.
The basic Heal spell rolls through the other man like a warm, tingling wave. Sylvain knows what he's targeting, of course, but the spell might not be so particular in aiming for just that, washing through the other man from head to toe in the process. ]
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And honestly, it's probably a selfish choice, too. Olivine is nothing if not predictable, and his enjoyment of Sylvain's proximity is not insignificant. Like this, there's no reason for him to move away.
Healing spells are always so pleasant, and it seems that doesn't change from world to world. A little sigh escapes despite Olivine's best efforts, shoulders sagging and eyelids drooping as tension and ache he'd been ignoring or had forgotten ease and fade.
The effect on his new piercing is familiar too, a soft tension that pulls a terrible, dirty little noise out of him. It's not that he hadn't expected it, but between each one it's just... ah. He has to remember to breathe, too, a little shaky as the magic fades.
For a moment after, he's quiet, basking in the lingering warmth before his gaze turns back upward to Sylvain.]
... I'd say that your magic works just fine. Thank you.
[He feels less clumsy with his tongue now, the swelling all but gone. It's still something to get used to, after all. Touching it to the back of his teeth and the roof of his mouth, he gives a contented hum after.]
I think that did the trick. It doesn't feel any different than the others now.
[convenient, really.]
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His fingers stroke back the man’s jaw as he watches him react, likely testing for himself the changes. He’s still pressed against him, having crowded him in against the door and then practically pinned him in place, and he still makes no effort to move away. ]
Yeah? So no more discomfort, then? Good.
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No more discomfort there. You can test it, if you'd like.
[The words are so mild, but Olivine's tone is almost a purr when his fingers find purchase on Sylvain's clothes, closing in on what space remains between them. "There," he says, and doesn't elaborate.]
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There’s nothing chaste or tentative in it. Sylvain kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing - just how deep to go, just how shy of rough would be too much - for most people, at least - and just the right angle to let his tongue tease against Olivine’s lips to coax him into opening for him. Not forcing, despite the play at manhandling. He enjoys how responsive Olivine is already, after all, and doubts he’d need to anyway. ]
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it's nothing slow, questioning. the tease of his tongue isn't forcing, though it does seem demanding—and of course, Olivine needs no more than that. lips part to let that warm tongue slip against his own, fingers twitching and tensing at the brand new sensation from the piercing. oh, it was a good idea, he thinks, as he follows Sylvain's lead with warm enthusiasm.
too good, really, and there's a certain greed in the way the priest shifts to meet every inward press, hips rising to close more of the miniscule space between them. fingers lose their grip, find it again, this time with a little more purchase over shoulders to keep the redhead close.]
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The new piercing certainly adds an interesting aspect to the kiss and Sylvain can’t help but play with it with his own tongue as he deepens the kiss. He’s careful at first, wanting to make sure the healing had been thorough, but once he’s sure of that, the kiss turns hungry and demanding once more. Less interested in testing the piercing and more interested in testing everything else that is new and waiting to be discovered in the man he has pinned to the door. ]
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It's still not the first thing in his focus, though it'll give Sylvain no end of pretty little movements while his tongue toys with the new piercing. Some distant sound is a casual reminder that they're still in public, and Olivine can feel his whole body tensing pleasantly. Catching his breath grows more difficult as the kiss turns more demanding, and he barely manages a shuddery gasp of Sylvain's name in the short moments he can drag in a breath. It's pleasant—slow in testing, but he can hardly argue that when the redhead doesn't know just how depraved he is.]
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Mmm. Looks like it healed quite nicely indeed. I suppose the next question should be if you wanted to try it out more or if you wanted to try something else?
[ There's a hint of dark mischief glinting in his gaze as his lips curve. One hand reaches down to stroke fingers over where he knows the other man's cock is tucked away behind his clothes. ]
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[greed wracks through him with every touch, every movement. Sylvain pulls back and Olivine has to resist the urge to follow those sweet lips.]
... you drive a... hard bargain... nngh. [what does he want, in the end? The answer is yes. Struggling with reason, his hips follow that hand, cock throbbing plainly beneath fabric.] mmm... I want to taste you, but... I want to feel more, too. Nn...
[He's losing himself, as he so often does, clinging to the barest flicker of sense in the depravity. Reason flickers in and out of view as long fingers quicken their pace, nails pressing in against Sylvain's stomach and sliding down to his cock in turn.]
Just... don't be gentle with me. Please.
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One hand catches Olivine's wrist before he can touch Sylvain's cock, dragging it back over the man's head and pinning it against the wall there in a firm grip. His teeth nip down sharply on the man's lower lip in a chiding bite, even if there is a smile in his voice. His hand, which had been stroking purposefully against Olivine's cock, goes pointedly still - there, but offering no friction for a moment. ]
I think I can manage that. But I didn't give you permission to touch that yet, pretty one.
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