[ Sylvain lets his hands be guided down to the man’s chest as he watches him with an intent gaze. Although once there, he seeks out the feel of the man’s piercings, playing with them with a knowing touch, working the nipples into pebbled little nubs as he tugs and twists and worries them into sensitivity.
But as he does so, he also bends in to trail kisses down the line of Olivine’s throat, worrying redness occasionally into the skin beneath his lips. ]
And what makes you think being filled is too much of a reward, hmm?
[Olivine struggles to keep his sounds even a little quiet, hips raised and twitching when deft fingers touch and twist. His nipples really are so sensitive, even in spite of (or maybe because of) the piercings. Gently throbbing from the stimulation, but his mouth trails over Olivine's throat, following his quickened pulse.]
I— [fingers find Sylvain's hair, tangling gently there it must be such an awkward angle, and yet he doesn't even hesitate.] nngh... it's so—greedy, isn't it? For a reward after only just... haah... misbehaving...
Of course, if it's what you want... I already want it...
[It's certainly what he wants. Touching alone isn't enough, not to make him come (it's close though) or to alleviate any sense of urgency at all. Quite the opposite, in fact: it seems only to be working Olivine up, his cock rock hard and twitching with every movement.]
[ He doesn’t want Olivine to be quiet, to stifle any of those delicious sounds. Even if they are only in the dressing room.
Which is why he smiles and continues to tease and stimulate, enjoying the way the man arched into the touch, or shuddered beneath his hands. He could see how hard he was from here, too, and wanted to play with that just as much, but he suspected Olivine wouldn’t last long if he did. ]
Look at it this way, then. I’m rewarding myself by getting to sink into your ass and feel you come undone around me while I fuck you even deeper than I did your mouth. Better?
[oh, it makes him breathless just to think about it. every arch and shudder only brings him closer to ruin, and it's true—he wouldn't last long if Sylvain played with his cock now. it wouldn't matter, either, but the redhead hardly knows that.]
Yes. [god, yes.] I want to... nngh! I want to feel you, so deep inside my ass. Please, take all of me. Sylvain...
[long fingers curl in his hair still, not tugging quite so sharply as he himself likes, but not gentle either. impatience is winning out, and the fact that they're still technically in public has completely gone out of his head, so much the better. they have plenty of room to maneuver, after all—Olivine's tongue slides over his lips as he considers just which one Sylvain has in store. his nipples are aching now, pleasant and demanding, leaving even the skin around them red with want.]
[ He lets his teeth rake across Olivine’s throat and gives one last playful tug on his nipples before straightening and pulling back. Glancing around the dressing room for something he can work with, he spots the long bench set over in front of the mirror and his lips curve into a grin.
Yes, that should work nicely. ]
Get up and strip for me, Olivine. I want you naked, and then I want you to go bend over that bench. End to end, so you’re stretched out over the length of it. And facing the mirror. [ He adds that last part with a wink, already straightening to unbutton his own shirt and start stripping it off. ]
[Olivine can hardly help the noise he makes at the rake of teeth, let alone the final tug on his nipples. there's just something so intoxicating about someone who doesn't even hesitate to do what he asks, who is happy to slip a little further to test what he likes. the priest is surely blessed, here.
his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]
While Olivine had been getting himself situated, he'd been shedding his shirt, unbuttoning and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. So that when he steps over behind Olivine, appearing in the mirror's reflection, he's only in the tight breeches still, cock still hanging out from when it had been in Olivine's mouth.
And, oddly enough, still very much hard. Sylvain's chalking it up to something about this place or some sort of weird magic, but he's not complaining about it at the moment. Not when his dark gaze is drinking in the sight spread out on display for him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word in a low rasp as he lets his fingers trail down the line of Olivine's spine. And then, without warning, he drops down to one knee behind him, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he delves in to swipe his tongue up the curve of Olivine ass, tasting the slick already wetting the skin there. Just as it had for Eiden, he notes, and thinks again that's the most convenient quirk he could think of, especially in instances like this.
Had he forgotten to mention he has a bit of an oral fetish himself? ]
[green eyes watch Sylvain as he moves, the mirror a wonderful convenience. Shirt removed, the redhead is beautiful, masculine, confident.
And hard, notably. It's impressive, especially after the priest had just taken on a full load of come. His cheeks heat up as the other looks him over, all warm and trembling with his heightening need.]
I'm glad you—nngh! Haah... ah...
[His brows furrow as Sylvain's hands spread his cheeks, hips kept from squirming too much even when his tongue slides over wet skin, hole twitching at the soft flick of tongue against it. His head dips down for a moment, sight turning hazy again.]
Fuck... ah... Sylvain... please.
[His voice is a sigh, pleasant and warm but not quite begging yet. He's close to it, pretty sure that letting Sylvain play like this is going to at least drive him a little crazy. What a sweet feeling.]
[ Sylvain is great at driving people crazy. In all manner of speaking. It might even be his superpower.
For now, though, his hands grip Olivine’s hips firmly, holding him still for him as he bent eagerly to his task, his tongue teasing and tasting before pressing inside. He hadn’t gotten to do this with Eiden and he could admit he was a little curious. Humming in pleasure, he torments that twitching hole with an eager tongue, adding fingers after a moment to stretch him open when his tongue couldn’t reach far enough. ]
[hands hold him still and Olivine is grateful for it. He's bad at keeping steady on a good day, but right now? Right now, he's absolutely out of his head. The priest's head dips as he's left trembling, tongue sliding into his waiting, willing hole.
His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
[ He’s pushed almost to the knuckle now, but he withdraws just enough to add a third finger to the stretch, smirking as he does so. Working them into him all over again, but wider now. Thicker. And maybe a little rougher. Still pushing those boundaries just to see where Olivine's lay. ]
Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
[it's a pleasant stretch, even before the third finger slides in, tightening the space as he works again. teasing, edging him toward another pleasant space. granted, all of Sylvain's boundary pushing is only just starting to come close to what the priest's preferences are, but there's nothing wrong with that caution in learning it.]
Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
[ There’s a reason he’d put him on the bench. Easier to see what he was doing and control it if he needed to. But for now, he thinks Olivine is as stretched as he’s likely to get, and still so pliant and eager, so he withdraws his fingers, only to remove his pants finally, dropping them to the side, before stepping up behind the priest.
He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
[It's convenient in so many ways, really. The bench is high enough and wide enough to support him so neatly, positioned for almost no effort being needed when Sylvain sidles up behind him. Olivine's gaze is hazy and appreciative, glancing over the swell of his erection in the mirror. And, knowing how nice it had felt in his mouth...
A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
[ He reaches forward to tangle his fingers in Olivine’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling his head back at an angle as he sinks into him deeper. He’s still careful, but he’s got a better idea for how rough Olivine likes this now to not be as worried as he works his way deeper without as much concern for the priests comfort. Or discomfort, as it were.
His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
[bliss sinks into every part of his senses as Sylvain grips his hair and pulls his head back, in spite of the sharp noise it earns. careful, but that's not a detriment. the priest himself is remarkably good at just settling into the best position to take what he's given, flexible as he is.
it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
[ Sylvain gives a pleased little hum at that, reaching to wind fingers around Olivine’s wrist. Dragging his arm behind his back and then sliding it higher in increments as he pins it there. Waiting to see where muscles started to strain from the hold so he didn’t push too far. Just enough that it would definitely be felt, sharp and present. It lifts Olivine a little higher on the bench and he leans in with his own knee as he guides the man up on his knees by his hold on his arm and his hair. Until he’s kneeling in front of the mirror with Sylvain behind him, rocking into him with that same maddening pace. ]
I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
[Olivine's arm bends, pinned so carefully back. It flexes his back muscles, too, framing that side of him quite nicely. Lifted up, the priest can brace his knees on the bench, legs spread and body lifted as if in offering; his piercings even gleam faintly in the dim light, reflecting prettily in the mirror itself. It's all tighter this way, too. His thighs flex with each inward motion, hips jolting pleasantly as his body takes everything it's given.]
Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
[ He leans in close behind Olivine as he speeds his pace a little. A little rougher, a little deeper. Chasing his own pleasure at the same time. It has him buried all the way inside the other man now, rocking deep with each thrust of his hips as he holds him in place on the bench.
Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
[Sylvain's pace pulls little moans and sharp gasps from the priest, shuddering with every inward thrust. there really is no feeling like being completely filled, his arm aching pleasantly in its position.
and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
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Mm... I'd like most to be filled... but that's a little much to ask for a reward, isn't it. So...
[His hands move to gently take the redhead's, leading them down to his chest.]
Please play with my chest. Work me up more and more.
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But as he does so, he also bends in to trail kisses down the line of Olivine’s throat, worrying redness occasionally into the skin beneath his lips. ]
And what makes you think being filled is too much of a reward, hmm?
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I— [fingers find Sylvain's hair, tangling gently there it must be such an awkward angle, and yet he doesn't even hesitate.] nngh... it's so—greedy, isn't it? For a reward after only just... haah... misbehaving...
Of course, if it's what you want... I already want it...
[It's certainly what he wants. Touching alone isn't enough, not to make him come (it's close though) or to alleviate any sense of urgency at all. Quite the opposite, in fact: it seems only to be working Olivine up, his cock rock hard and twitching with every movement.]
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Which is why he smiles and continues to tease and stimulate, enjoying the way the man arched into the touch, or shuddered beneath his hands. He could see how hard he was from here, too, and wanted to play with that just as much, but he suspected Olivine wouldn’t last long if he did. ]
Look at it this way, then. I’m rewarding myself by getting to sink into your ass and feel you come undone around me while I fuck you even deeper than I did your mouth. Better?
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[oh, it makes him breathless just to think about it. every arch and shudder only brings him closer to ruin, and it's true—he wouldn't last long if Sylvain played with his cock now. it wouldn't matter, either, but the redhead hardly knows that.]
Yes. [god, yes.] I want to... nngh! I want to feel you, so deep inside my ass. Please, take all of me. Sylvain...
[long fingers curl in his hair still, not tugging quite so sharply as he himself likes, but not gentle either. impatience is winning out, and the fact that they're still technically in public has completely gone out of his head, so much the better. they have plenty of room to maneuver, after all—Olivine's tongue slides over his lips as he considers just which one Sylvain has in store. his nipples are aching now, pleasant and demanding, leaving even the skin around them red with want.]
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Yes, that should work nicely. ]
Get up and strip for me, Olivine. I want you naked, and then I want you to go bend over that bench. End to end, so you’re stretched out over the length of it. And facing the mirror. [ He adds that last part with a wink, already straightening to unbutton his own shirt and start stripping it off. ]
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his senses are still a little hazy when Sylvain gives his orders, cheeks flushed with deep colour in spite of the fact that this is really no worse than anything that's come before. it's just more embarrassing somehow, perhaps because of the breathy affirmative he gives, climbing to his feet and ignoring the faint tremble in his hips and thighs. deft fingers find closures and tug them open with no shortage of impatience, and fabric peels away from heated flesh to reveal all the more toned muscle beneath.
a half-strangled sound escapes him when he's finally pulling clothes away from his cock, shuddering at the feeling of cool air there—but it's brief, and then Olivine steps over to the bench. it's long enough that he can settle comfortably, maybe almost too long where his feet come to rest. it makes the bend of him almost catlike, makes him miss the hanging chains of his usual piercings... thoughts for later, though.
glancing up, he can see himself in the mirror perfectly. swollen nipples and lips, lashes low and lips parted, even the curve of his cock down between his thighs. he looks utterly debauched, perfectly wanton in that moment. ah... what a good look on him, he thinks.]
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While Olivine had been getting himself situated, he'd been shedding his shirt, unbuttoning and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. So that when he steps over behind Olivine, appearing in the mirror's reflection, he's only in the tight breeches still, cock still hanging out from when it had been in Olivine's mouth.
And, oddly enough, still very much hard. Sylvain's chalking it up to something about this place or some sort of weird magic, but he's not complaining about it at the moment. Not when his dark gaze is drinking in the sight spread out on display for him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word in a low rasp as he lets his fingers trail down the line of Olivine's spine. And then, without warning, he drops down to one knee behind him, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he delves in to swipe his tongue up the curve of Olivine ass, tasting the slick already wetting the skin there. Just as it had for Eiden, he notes, and thinks again that's the most convenient quirk he could think of, especially in instances like this.
Had he forgotten to mention he has a bit of an oral fetish himself? ]
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And hard, notably. It's impressive, especially after the priest had just taken on a full load of come. His cheeks heat up as the other looks him over, all warm and trembling with his heightening need.]
I'm glad you—nngh! Haah... ah...
[His brows furrow as Sylvain's hands spread his cheeks, hips kept from squirming too much even when his tongue slides over wet skin, hole twitching at the soft flick of tongue against it. His head dips down for a moment, sight turning hazy again.]
Fuck... ah... Sylvain... please.
[His voice is a sigh, pleasant and warm but not quite begging yet. He's close to it, pretty sure that letting Sylvain play like this is going to at least drive him a little crazy. What a sweet feeling.]
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For now, though, his hands grip Olivine’s hips firmly, holding him still for him as he bent eagerly to his task, his tongue teasing and tasting before pressing inside. He hadn’t gotten to do this with Eiden and he could admit he was a little curious. Humming in pleasure, he torments that twitching hole with an eager tongue, adding fingers after a moment to stretch him open when his tongue couldn’t reach far enough. ]
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His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
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[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
You want it deeper still, though, don't you?
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[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
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Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
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Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
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He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
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A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
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His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
Oh? And what would you prefer I grab?
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it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
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[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
Do you like being tied, too? Bound?
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[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
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I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
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Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
Hah... ah... close...
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Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
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and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
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