[dizzy pleasure fills his senses as Sylvain continues chasing his orgasm, hips twitching and jolting in sharp stimulation. His expression shifts often, wanton hunger and enduring concentration melting together with each thrust.
Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
[ He turns his face into that touch, pressing a kiss to Olivine’s palm as he drags in ragged lungfuls of air. He loosens his hold on the man’s arm, but only to lean him back against his chest now, wrapping arms warmly around him as he buries his face against the other man’s throat with a soft moan.
He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
[there's no rush, a warm comfort shared between them as Sylvain releases his arm, pulls him back gently into his chest. his own breath is still catching back up to normal, hitching slightly when the redhead's face presses into his neck, a delighted little laugh on his lips.]
Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
[ He presses a kiss to the curve of Olivine’s throat before chuckling and reluctantly pulling out of the other man. ]
I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
[warmth flickers through him at the kiss to his throat, eyes all but closed. and really, there's just a little shiver that runs through him when Sylvain pulls out, exhaling it as a breath. he really is too sensitive sometimes.]
It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
[ Recalling what he’d described earlier, and what little he’s learned from Eiden, he considers the other man as he carefully pushes to his feet as well. Rounding the bench, he presses in close, one hand winding around Olivine’s waist and the other lifting to tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck.
Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
[oh. that little move earns a pleased noise from Olivine, and he shifts into the warmth of that embrace without hesitation. It's comforting, even before lips press again to his own, arms slipping round Sylvain in turn. It's sweet, not nearly as fervent or desperate as previous.]
Whichever we reach first, then... mine wasn't so far from the exit, I think.
[Honestly they could probably just pick any empty room. But he exhales a little laugh at the questions, slightly sheepish as he presses his face into Sylvain's shoulder.]
Mm... it does help me regulate mine, but I'm alright for now. [Honestly, he feels even better after the last round, essence sort of... contented and warm.] I'm curious if it will work, definitely... but I asked more because I want you to be comfortable, and I wasn't sure how much fatigue you were feeling after all that.
[ He combs his fingers through the man’s hair when he presses his face to his shoulder, understanding the intent, then.
Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
[Olivine is so simple, sometimes. The comfort of a warm gesture does so much for him, and it speaks... pretty badly to his past, all things considered.
He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
I think the holes in the walls probably mean you’re right.
[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
[He was absolutely trying to forget those existed, thanks Sylvain!! But it gets the redhead what he likes, more of that flush as it inches toward his ears.]
It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]
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Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
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He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
That was… incredible.
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Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
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I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
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It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
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Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
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Whichever we reach first, then... mine wasn't so far from the exit, I think.
[Honestly they could probably just pick any empty room. But he exhales a little laugh at the questions, slightly sheepish as he presses his face into Sylvain's shoulder.]
Mm... it does help me regulate mine, but I'm alright for now. [Honestly, he feels even better after the last round, essence sort of... contented and warm.] I'm curious if it will work, definitely... but I asked more because I want you to be comfortable, and I wasn't sure how much fatigue you were feeling after all that.
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Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
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He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
Let's get going, then.
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[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
I’ll follow you.
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It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]