[ 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.
[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]
Sylvain just gives a throaty chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the needy sound that had gotten him. He can even feel the way he reacts as the man's body jolts faintly in response to the sharpness, his fingers teasing again through the man's clothing, but only for a stroke or two. Not wanting to push him too far, too fast. ]
Maybe I should have you apologize, then. It would give you an excuse to try out that piercing at the same time.
[ He releases his grip on the man's wrist, only to latch once more at the nape of his neck instead. Giving a not-so-subtle nudge downwards. ] That is, if you think you can behave yourself long enough.
[It's reasonable to be careful, guessing at limitations Sylvain has no way of knowing. Convenient too—the act of taking his time is just adjacent to carefully withholding action, after all. Fingers stroke again, briefly, and it stokes the steadily rising essence coursing through him, roiling as everything stops again.]
Mm... I'd like to apologise...
[fingers latch on to his neck and drag a shudder down his spine, but he'll be good. Obedient. Sinking down to his knees in the minimal space between them, Olivine has to press his thighs together as the scent of Sylvain's arousal hits him. It really would be too easy to lean forward and just—]
... I'll try to behave. [His tongue slides across faintly swollen lips and he looks up, eyes dark in the space.] What happens if I fail~?
[ A flicker of amusement flashes in a golden amber gaze as he watches Olivine sink to his knees, but all he says is, ]
Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?
[He's definitely not far off; Eiden usually leans into it so hard that Olivine doesn't have to misbehave, but when faced with something like this? The priest can't say he'd be able to stop himself, just to see what Sylvain did, the face he would make.]
Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]
[ There's no chiding for Olivine resting his hands on Sylvain's hips - he'd only told him he couldn't touch his cock with anything but his mouth, after all. In fact, he smiles as the other man leans into it, fingers carding through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp before gripping once more.
He might have replied to that statement but Olivine moves in to tease him with lips and tongue. And piercing, definitely the piercing, and Sylvain's breath hisses out softly at the cool feeling of metal sliding against sensitive skin. Eyes go half-lidded and dark as he watches, but he can't keep his cock from jerking at the stimulation, hips leaning into it as he seeks more. ]
[like this, there's no way for Olivine to hide the shiver that runs through him when fingers return to his hair, lashes fluttering at the scrape of nails, the tug of soft strands. It's pleasant, a little warning or a guide or any number of other possibilities in the moment.
But Olivine is intentional with his movements, to say the least. Sylvain reacts sweetly to his teasing and it makes Olivine want to go wilder still, to see how long it takes before he gives up the semblance of control in pleasure. It's a devious thought, really; for now though, he has an apology to make. That breathy exhale pulls the twitch of a smile to Olivine's lips, and he can't help himself—carefully, the priest drags his tongue (and the piercing—okay mostly the piercing) over his slit. The sensation is totally different for him too, metal bar sliding against his tongue, and he struggles not to whine in the midst of it.]
Is it... what you hoped for?
[Olivine is good at that, too. His words are a soft, needy rumble, slightly muted by the stretch of his mouth sliding over Sylvain's cock. Impatience tugs at him to go faster, deeper—he gives in to it partly, in spite of the dedication he's taking to drag and catch the new piercing over every inch of skin it can reach.]
[ Sylvain's thoughts are going to quickly derail into a repetitive string of cursing at this point - which is impressive, considering how the man prides himself on his control normally.
But he's gazing down the line of his body watching Olivine lean into his 'apology' teasing his cock with lips and tongue and that damned piercing, which feels far better than what even he imagined it would feel like.
Or maybe it's just that Olivine is very knowledgeable in how best to use that mouth of his.
Or both. Both is also good. ]
Better, I think. I didn't... really have context. For what it would feel like.
[ His voice is a little strained as his fingers flex in Olivine's head, another breathless groan slipping free from his lips as the man teases every inch of him he can currently reach with his mouth.
[Olivine's response is a thready hum, which likely isn't going to help matters any. if nothing else, he's immensely pleased with his actions, his abilities—and more still with the way Sylvain tastes and feels in his mouth.
he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]
[ Sylvain has tried some toys before - Fodlan isn’t that backwards - but probably nowhere near as many as what other people are familiar with. Especially those from worlds where such things are more commonly accepted and not still kept hushed behind closed doors as if it were taboo and something to be ashamed of. Not that Sylvain had ever been one of those. He’d probably experimented more than most in his world, so at the very least he was fairly well prepared for some of the discoveries in this place.
But the promise of trying more gets a quick grin from him as he nudges himself into Olivine’s mouth a little deeper. Feels the tip of his cock nudge against the back of the man’s throat again. ]
I’m not likely to object to that. Gonna show me all the things I’ve been missing out on, are you?
[really, Olivine and Sylvain are much the same in that—there's an irony in the shame of experimentation for him, specifically, when he can have confessions and listen to a guy talk about the schoolgirl and teacher outfits he bought for his boyfriend. it'd clearly been more hush-hush for the priest, at least until Eiden's intervention, but it's significant nonetheless.
in any case, Sylvain nudges forward and Olivine moans almost helplessly in response, throat shifting and squeezing with each little swallow he makes. he can't answer aloud like this, but his eyes practically sparkle when his gaze tips up to watch Sylvain, up past the trail of hair and the swell of muscle beneath his shirt.
he will absolutely explore everything the redhead has missed out on, that much is clear. thumbs rub against his thigh and Olivine takes in a deep breath when he can, before pressing himself forward to slide every inch of cock in that he can manage. his tongue continues its teasing, tapered tip leading the way only for the stud to graze along his shaft, waiting out for the pleasant dizziness that comes from deepthroating.]
[ The soft hiss comes again when he feels Olivine’s throat working around him. His eyes slide shut and a shudder slides through him at the intensity of the stimulation. An intensity only compounded by the slide of still-cool metal against his length as Olivine teases him with his tongue.
He braces a hand on the wall over the other man’s head, steadying himself as he groans breathlessly and resists the urge to fuck himself deeper. Not wanting to hurt the man beneath him but not sure what his limits are yet either. ]
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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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[Oh, the sound that wrings out of Olivine is sweet and warm, needy in the best way. The pressure provides a heady sticking point for his senses, lips parted at the bite. Sylvain will feel every reaction as it goes straight to his dick—Olivine is nothing if not easy to read, especially where something stings.
That hand goes still and it takes every effort not to rut against it, voice breathy and soft.]
Nnn... sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just so... tempting.
[He does not sound sorry, even with how his eyes have gone a little hazy as he's assessing how Sylvain wants to play this.]
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Sylvain just gives a throaty chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the needy sound that had gotten him. He can even feel the way he reacts as the man's body jolts faintly in response to the sharpness, his fingers teasing again through the man's clothing, but only for a stroke or two. Not wanting to push him too far, too fast. ]
Maybe I should have you apologize, then. It would give you an excuse to try out that piercing at the same time.
[ He releases his grip on the man's wrist, only to latch once more at the nape of his neck instead. Giving a not-so-subtle nudge downwards. ] That is, if you think you can behave yourself long enough.
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[It's reasonable to be careful, guessing at limitations Sylvain has no way of knowing. Convenient too—the act of taking his time is just adjacent to carefully withholding action, after all. Fingers stroke again, briefly, and it stokes the steadily rising essence coursing through him, roiling as everything stops again.]
Mm... I'd like to apologise...
[fingers latch on to his neck and drag a shudder down his spine, but he'll be good. Obedient. Sinking down to his knees in the minimal space between them, Olivine has to press his thighs together as the scent of Sylvain's arousal hits him. It really would be too easy to lean forward and just—]
... I'll try to behave. [His tongue slides across faintly swollen lips and he looks up, eyes dark in the space.] What happens if I fail~?
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Don't.
[ Oh, he knows that game, sir, and he's not encouraging that just yet. Mostly because he suspects Olivine's the sort that might crave punishment, and disobey just to get it. He knows the type. Hells, he occasionally is the type.
So instead, he threads his fingers in the man's hair in a firm grip, giving an impatient tug, even as his lips quirk with warm fondness at the same time. ] Apologize first and then we'll see where we go from there. You can get my clothes out of the way, but the only thing you're allowed to touch my cock with is your mouth. And you're not allowed to touch yours at all. Understand?
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Nggh—ah—
[lashes flutter at the tug, struggling to focus a little more at the orders. Fingers curl impatiently against palms as he fervidly tries to ignore every single instinct to move. No touching, not either of them... ah, it's so cruel. Olivine can feel how it's affecting him, cock pressed hard against his pants and ass clenching, just barely slick with anticipation.]
I understand.
[they're the only words Olivine manages before deft fingers shift to ease the redhead's pants open, gaze sharp and wanton now. The first obstacle is actually not his hands, though—it's the instinct to lean in and nuzzle the length of his cock, to take in its scent.
Probably in some desperate bid for control, Olivine lets his hands rest on Sylvain's thighs, curled lightly but staying well away from his cock.]
... ah... you smell divine...
[It's spoken on a breathy sigh, the ghost of it grazing cool over heated skin before lips press down. His tongue drags up from the base, deliberately pressing the textured stud into the underside of his cock. Beneath him, his own hips shift impatiently, but he doesn't let himself speed up. Instead, he tests the new piercing against Sylvain's frenulum and lets his tongue circle the head before delicately wrapping his lips around the tip, trapping it in the heat of his mouth with a soft slurp.]
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He might have replied to that statement but Olivine moves in to tease him with lips and tongue. And piercing, definitely the piercing, and Sylvain's breath hisses out softly at the cool feeling of metal sliding against sensitive skin. Eyes go half-lidded and dark as he watches, but he can't keep his cock from jerking at the stimulation, hips leaning into it as he seeks more. ]
Oh, fuck.
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[like this, there's no way for Olivine to hide the shiver that runs through him when fingers return to his hair, lashes fluttering at the scrape of nails, the tug of soft strands. It's pleasant, a little warning or a guide or any number of other possibilities in the moment.
But Olivine is intentional with his movements, to say the least. Sylvain reacts sweetly to his teasing and it makes Olivine want to go wilder still, to see how long it takes before he gives up the semblance of control in pleasure. It's a devious thought, really; for now though, he has an apology to make. That breathy exhale pulls the twitch of a smile to Olivine's lips, and he can't help himself—carefully, the priest drags his tongue (and the piercing—okay mostly the piercing) over his slit. The sensation is totally different for him too, metal bar sliding against his tongue, and he struggles not to whine in the midst of it.]
Is it... what you hoped for?
[Olivine is good at that, too. His words are a soft, needy rumble, slightly muted by the stretch of his mouth sliding over Sylvain's cock. Impatience tugs at him to go faster, deeper—he gives in to it partly, in spite of the dedication he's taking to drag and catch the new piercing over every inch of skin it can reach.]
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But he's gazing down the line of his body watching Olivine lean into his 'apology' teasing his cock with lips and tongue and that damned piercing, which feels far better than what even he imagined it would feel like.
Or maybe it's just that Olivine is very knowledgeable in how best to use that mouth of his.
Or both. Both is also good. ]
Better, I think. I didn't... really have context. For what it would feel like.
[ His voice is a little strained as his fingers flex in Olivine's head, another breathless groan slipping free from his lips as the man teases every inch of him he can currently reach with his mouth.
oh fuck is right. ]
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he could certainly drown in the sound of his strained voice if he wasn't careful. it occurs to him now, to the point, that Sylvain—probably hasn't had much chance to use toys, and that assumes he even knows much about them. ... this train of thought causes a brief shift in the desperation of his sucking, easing his head down until the tip of his new friend's cock bumps the back of his throat. there he stays for a moment, before pulling back for a soft breath, an almost mischievous smile on his lips, tongue picking up a rogue strand of saliva.]
I think... we could find more for you to try later, then...
[quite a claim, while he's giving an apology. still, it's not so related, is it? not when the interruption is sealed with Olivine teasing his tip and sinking down again, managing a whining groan as he works down every inch. impatient of him, but probably good for them both. Fingers curl against thighs in a desperate bid to get them to stay still, because now he wants desperately to reach between his own legs and ease the ache throbbing in his pants.]
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But the promise of trying more gets a quick grin from him as he nudges himself into Olivine’s mouth a little deeper. Feels the tip of his cock nudge against the back of the man’s throat again. ]
I’m not likely to object to that. Gonna show me all the things I’ve been missing out on, are you?
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in any case, Sylvain nudges forward and Olivine moans almost helplessly in response, throat shifting and squeezing with each little swallow he makes. he can't answer aloud like this, but his eyes practically sparkle when his gaze tips up to watch Sylvain, up past the trail of hair and the swell of muscle beneath his shirt.
he will absolutely explore everything the redhead has missed out on, that much is clear. thumbs rub against his thigh and Olivine takes in a deep breath when he can, before pressing himself forward to slide every inch of cock in that he can manage. his tongue continues its teasing, tapered tip leading the way only for the stud to graze along his shaft, waiting out for the pleasant dizziness that comes from deepthroating.]
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[ The soft hiss comes again when he feels Olivine’s throat working around him. His eyes slide shut and a shudder slides through him at the intensity of the stimulation. An intensity only compounded by the slide of still-cool metal against his length as Olivine teases him with his tongue.
He braces a hand on the wall over the other man’s head, steadying himself as he groans breathlessly and resists the urge to fuck himself deeper. Not wanting to hurt the man beneath him but not sure what his limits are yet either. ]
You are way too god at that.
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