[shuddering, Olivine exhales a little laugh as Sylvain speaks. Of course he likes it... but then, his tastes are already so broad.]
It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
[should he be, when he practically asked for it? between the heat and the clamps, the press of Sylvain's tongue, he practically howls at the searing pleasure of it. fingers tangle in his hair, squirming hips kept in check by the weight on them, and his voice is thin and breathy when he manages words again.]
Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
[ Sylvain just smirks as he holds Olivine exactly where he is, not moving his mouth away. Loving the way he squirms and shudders beneath him. His teeth close around that nipple, biting down before tugging at the flesh again. Letting that heat sink into skin that had been so chilled a moment before.
And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
[really, it's unfair. Sylvain's name slips from Olivine's lips in some sort of mantra, heat and chill warring across his skin. it feels like that sensation spreads farther than it ought to, considering the narrow focus of the ice cube over his other nipple.
predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
[ He could be cruel and release him, immediately jump onto the next card’s challenge instead, but he’s enjoying this reaction. Olivine is so sensitive and Sylvain could spend hours watching those expressions play out across his face. Those pleading whimpers slip free from his lips.
He’s greedy and wants more, of all of it, just as much as Olivine does.
Which is why he indulges them both instead. By switching his mouth to the other nipple, skin now pebbled from the ice as he closes his lips and sucks the sensitive skin into wet heat. And lets the ice cube now slide over the other newly-freed nipple. ]
[he's going to regret his decision to choose six, isn't he. doubly so as Sylvain doubles down on his current teasing, swapping searing heat with aching cold on his oh-so-sensitive nipples. honestly, Olivine is almost surprised he makes it through the shift without hitting his peak altogether.]
Ha-aagh! [it's a little painful, and that's all for the better as far as the priest is concerned. panting, his tongue slips past his lips, lids lilting all but closed as he squirms in place.] Hurts... fuck, I— [he needs a second to find focus, fingers trembling where they still hold firm.] I'm going to come again if you keep going—
[maybe he should be a little more embarrassed by that, all things considered. he's not, though, not in the slightest.]
[ His voice is a purr as he murmurs the words around Olivine’s nipple. He holds the other man pinned in place and then deliberately rocks his hips down to grind their arousals together - his is still achingly hard because of the cock ring in place, but he can feel how frenzied it’s driving Olivine, the extreme sensations stimulating against sensitive nerves and flesh.
He feels him struggling to squirm and holds him pinned, giving him the sensation to struggle against at the same tie, even as he makes sure there’s no time for the other man to find his focus just yet. Switching between ice and heat even as he rocks their hips together, grinding down against the other man as he squirms, caught between the sensations. ]
[too much would really be just enough for Olivine, probably. Regardless, he groans louder as their hips rock together, his searching for something, anything. More, just to take him beyond that edge again.
The ice does a fine job of that though, coupled with Sylvain's mouth as he grinds their hips together. Warm desperation cloaks him in a haze, and as he marvels at the sensation of that ringed cock against his skin, and he could almost laugh at how easily he's distracted.
It doesn't help him to hold back any, every sensation driving him to toe that edge until he's falling over it again, abruptly and sharply. Fingers tug and knead at soft hair and scalp, absent and instinctive as he's dragged through yet another orgasm. ... they're going to be an absolute mess by the end of this, aren't they.]
[ They certainly are. An excuse to visit the bathhouse, maybe? What could possibly go wrong with that.
Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]
And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]
[Olivine might actually die if they go to the bathhouse after all this... it would be worth it though.
He's even more sensitive now, in any case, body arching as cold trails over his side and wet heat swirls against a nipple, cheeks deeply red.]
I feel like... haah... that might be a little bad for your mouth... [He huffs a little laugh; of course he's still worried about the other's safety, even if his own feels less worrisome.] But... it would be interesting to feel...
[There's surely some way to do it safely. Olivine's fingers trail down to cup Sylvain's cheek, just watching him there, face perched above his chest as he is.]
What now...? I don't think we can reach the cards like this.
[well, Sylvain might be able to, with them now on the nearby table. But still!]
[ Please don’t die on him, he likes tormenting you too much.
But Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he teasingly trails the ice cube down over Olivine’s stomach, letting it rest just over his navel, watching as the skin pebbles around it. It’s almost melted now, water trickling down over Olivine’s flushed skin, but he’s sure it’s still plenty cold. ]
Are you sure you’re up to keep going? I can grab another card if you are.
His breath hitches as Sylvain trails the dwindling ice cube over his stomach, a sharp, needy whine escaping when it comes to rest over his navel. It's just far enough from his gemstone that it's not too distracting, though he's torn between glancing down and just watching Sylvain's face throughout.]
I'm alright... [water trickles down his side when he inhales, earning a little shift under the redhead.] Besides, picking another will give me a moment to come down from everything. We're only halfway done now...
[is he absolutely determined to last the whole six? Yes, absolutely. Not that losing would be bad either.]
[ Grinning, Sylvain leans in and down to reward the other man with a slow kiss, brushing his hair back off his face before pulling back again. Leaning over to the side, he reaches for the deck of cards and plucking one up.
He blinks at it a moment before holding up the card for Olivine to see and grinning down at him. ]
Feel like getting creative?
[ The card has a length of rope and reads bondage. ]
[Sylvain leans in and Olivine presses into the kiss, slow and easy and warm. just letting himself relax this way for a moment, he exhales a soft sigh and lets his eyes close while the redhead picks his card.
he really does feel loose and lazy in the aftermath. when he opens his eyes again, he blinks at that grin.]
Creative...
[his gaze shifts to the card, a smile drawing across his lips that's almost... mischievous. now this...]
I think I can do that. You'll have to trust me.
[pushing himself up a bit and testing his legs, Olivine reaches up to brush his fingers against Sylvain's cheek, up through his hair.]
[ Even Sylvain is a little surprised at how easily those words come, but they’re true enough. Especially with something like this. He turns his head, brushing a kiss against Olivine’ palm as his hand slides by to tangle fingers in his hair again.
But the question has him shaking his head slightly, since nothing is coming to mind. ]
I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if anything comes up while we’re trying it.
[The words pull a smile to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]
[ He indulges in that lazy kiss before rolling off the other man and stretching out on his side, his cheek propped in one palm as he watches Olivine cross over to the shelves to find what he wanted. His cock is still hard - the ring around the base has made sure his erection hasn’t flagged in the least - and he watches Olivine’s movements with a hungry gaze. ]
[Olivine glances back over his shoulder when Sylvain speaks, a warm smile on his lips at the sight of him. The redhead is beautiful, truly. Strong and hard, and there's no way the priest could mistake the hunger in his gaze.
If his posture shifts just the slightest bit to highlight his ass(ets), that's definitely just circumstantial, surely. And at the question, he lifts the white, silken rope for Sylvain to see, wound into a number of loops so it's hard to guess just how long it is.]
You're a little taller than me, but I think this should be long enough to work. [The implication that he's wrapped himself is sure there...
In any case, now that he has what he needs, Olivine crosses the space again and sets it down, taking one end and threading it first through the ring on Sylvain's collar. Giving it a firm tug, he pauses there to let the redhead assess the feeling.]
Does that feel alright? It shouldn't pull any harder than this when I'm done, but we don't have to use this, either.
[ Sylvain just lets that slow smirk on his lips grow as he sits up and leans in to kiss Olivine again, sliding his hands against his arms and back. ]
I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, Olivine. Go ahead and play.
[ In fact, he’s curious about what Olivine has in mind - and excited to experience it. he’s not accustomed to being on this end of things, but he doesn’t think he’ll mind, since it’s Olivine he’s here with. ]
[Sylvain, that's rude. Smirking at him like that is going to make him melt. Okay, that's literally anything they do, actually... anyway, Olivine leans into the kiss just as warmly as ever, sighing contently when hands slide over his arms.]
Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]
[ He holds still as he lets Olivine work, his eyes curious and watchful as the rope is wound around his body.
Olivine doesn’t go for anything obvious or predictable, and Sylvain has to admit he’s impressed with the arrangement the other man comes up with as he binds his body into what almost feels like a harness of ropes, shifting over sensitive skin, but making that restriction pronounced anytime he moves. He can feel the ropes tug and pull, tightening slightly as he flexes beneath it.
Olivine might have been worried it would be too much, after his reaction earlier, but that had been strictly from the feel of fingers around his throat. This… this didn’t have any negative connotations in his mind. In fact, his body was flushed as Olivine works his way lower, winds those ropes between his legs until they’re wrapped around the base of his cock and fastened in place once more in the front.
He watches all of this with a hungry gaze, and when Olivine finishes, he shifts again, testing the restriction of it, giving a soft moan when he feels the ropes shift with him, tighten against sensitive flesh in the best way. His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he licks his lips and nods. ]
It feels good. You’re really good at that, Olivine.
[It's a soft reassurance, anyway. The confirmation, as he works, that none of it is too much, that it isn't restriction but indeed that singular act. He doesn't let himself dwell on it; if they get there, Sylvain can explain when he's comfortable doing so.
A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]
I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.
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It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.
[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]
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[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.
Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]
Like this? Or somewhere else?
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[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]
Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...
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Maybe this will help.
[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]
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Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...
[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]
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And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.
He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]
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predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.
the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]
Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]
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He’s greedy and wants more, of all of it, just as much as Olivine does.
Which is why he indulges them both instead. By switching his mouth to the other nipple, skin now pebbled from the ice as he closes his lips and sucks the sensitive skin into wet heat. And lets the ice cube now slide over the other newly-freed nipple. ]
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Ha-aagh! [it's a little painful, and that's all for the better as far as the priest is concerned. panting, his tongue slips past his lips, lids lilting all but closed as he squirms in place.] Hurts... fuck, I— [he needs a second to find focus, fingers trembling where they still hold firm.] I'm going to come again if you keep going—
[maybe he should be a little more embarrassed by that, all things considered. he's not, though, not in the slightest.]
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[ His voice is a purr as he murmurs the words around Olivine’s nipple. He holds the other man pinned in place and then deliberately rocks his hips down to grind their arousals together - his is still achingly hard because of the cock ring in place, but he can feel how frenzied it’s driving Olivine, the extreme sensations stimulating against sensitive nerves and flesh.
He feels him struggling to squirm and holds him pinned, giving him the sensation to struggle against at the same tie, even as he makes sure there’s no time for the other man to find his focus just yet. Switching between ice and heat even as he rocks their hips together, grinding down against the other man as he squirms, caught between the sensations. ]
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[too much would really be just enough for Olivine, probably. Regardless, he groans louder as their hips rock together, his searching for something, anything. More, just to take him beyond that edge again.
The ice does a fine job of that though, coupled with Sylvain's mouth as he grinds their hips together. Warm desperation cloaks him in a haze, and as he marvels at the sensation of that ringed cock against his skin, and he could almost laugh at how easily he's distracted.
It doesn't help him to hold back any, every sensation driving him to toe that edge until he's falling over it again, abruptly and sharply. Fingers tug and knead at soft hair and scalp, absent and instinctive as he's dragged through yet another orgasm. ... they're going to be an absolute mess by the end of this, aren't they.]
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Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]
And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]
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He's even more sensitive now, in any case, body arching as cold trails over his side and wet heat swirls against a nipple, cheeks deeply red.]
I feel like... haah... that might be a little bad for your mouth... [He huffs a little laugh; of course he's still worried about the other's safety, even if his own feels less worrisome.] But... it would be interesting to feel...
[There's surely some way to do it safely. Olivine's fingers trail down to cup Sylvain's cheek, just watching him there, face perched above his chest as he is.]
What now...? I don't think we can reach the cards like this.
[well, Sylvain might be able to, with them now on the nearby table. But still!]
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But Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as he teasingly trails the ice cube down over Olivine’s stomach, letting it rest just over his navel, watching as the skin pebbles around it. It’s almost melted now, water trickling down over Olivine’s flushed skin, but he’s sure it’s still plenty cold. ]
Are you sure you’re up to keep going? I can grab another card if you are.
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His breath hitches as Sylvain trails the dwindling ice cube over his stomach, a sharp, needy whine escaping when it comes to rest over his navel. It's just far enough from his gemstone that it's not too distracting, though he's torn between glancing down and just watching Sylvain's face throughout.]
I'm alright... [water trickles down his side when he inhales, earning a little shift under the redhead.] Besides, picking another will give me a moment to come down from everything. We're only halfway done now...
[is he absolutely determined to last the whole six? Yes, absolutely. Not that losing would be bad either.]
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[ Grinning, Sylvain leans in and down to reward the other man with a slow kiss, brushing his hair back off his face before pulling back again. Leaning over to the side, he reaches for the deck of cards and plucking one up.
He blinks at it a moment before holding up the card for Olivine to see and grinning down at him. ]
Feel like getting creative?
[ The card has a length of rope and reads bondage. ]
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he really does feel loose and lazy in the aftermath. when he opens his eyes again, he blinks at that grin.]
Creative...
[his gaze shifts to the card, a smile drawing across his lips that's almost... mischievous. now this...]
I think I can do that. You'll have to trust me.
[pushing himself up a bit and testing his legs, Olivine reaches up to brush his fingers against Sylvain's cheek, up through his hair.]
Is there anything I should avoid, with these?
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[ Even Sylvain is a little surprised at how easily those words come, but they’re true enough. Especially with something like this. He turns his head, brushing a kiss against Olivine’ palm as his hand slides by to tangle fingers in his hair again.
But the question has him shaking his head slightly, since nothing is coming to mind. ]
I don’t think so. I’ll let you know if anything comes up while we’re trying it.
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to his lips, more even than the warmth of his kiss against Olivine's palm. Being trusted is a big deal, if he's honest, more than he likes to admit—humming, he remains there just stroking through Sylvain's hair for a moment.]
Alright. Let me see what we have available, then...
[leaning in for a lazy kiss, the priest urges Sylvain up so he can actually move. Admittedly, he's a tiny bit shaky on his feet, but it's not enough to stop him from rummaging around to find a suitable rope—soft silk fibers, thick enough that it shouldn't be too rough on his skin. It's thin enough to thread through the ring on his collar, too, at least...]
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Find anything?
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If his posture shifts just the slightest bit to highlight his ass(ets), that's definitely just circumstantial, surely. And at the question, he lifts the white, silken rope for Sylvain to see, wound into a number of loops so it's hard to guess just how long it is.]
You're a little taller than me, but I think this should be long enough to work. [The implication that he's wrapped himself is sure there...
In any case, now that he has what he needs, Olivine crosses the space again and sets it down, taking one end and threading it first through the ring on Sylvain's collar. Giving it a firm tug, he pauses there to let the redhead assess the feeling.]
Does that feel alright? It shouldn't pull any harder than this when I'm done, but we don't have to use this, either.
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I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, Olivine. Go ahead and play.
[ In fact, he’s curious about what Olivine has in mind - and excited to experience it. he’s not accustomed to being on this end of things, but he doesn’t think he’ll mind, since it’s Olivine he’s here with. ]
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Alright, then. As soon as anything is too much...
[He might be a tiny bit shaken over the earlier mishap, but it's not enough to stop him (after all, he's more than willing to trust Sylvain). So, after threading the rope halfway through his collar's ring, his attention shifts to actually lacing it around Sylvain's body. First, under one arm and across the bottom of his shoulder blades, crossing back to wrap over his pecs, then under.
It's... well, not exactly fast work, even as Olivine moves with both purpose and familiarity. Each length and knot is slotted against a spot where any movement makes the rope tug, working down Sylvain's torso and to his thighs, just under his ass and back up. The ends are both pulled carefully around his cock, tension creating enough space to prevent pressure at its base before they're tied in to an earlier weave.
There's no real restriction of motion with this particular tie, which is of course the allure of it. Olivine leans back to look everything over when he's finally finished, a finger hooking into one of the ties at random to tug gently.]
... how does it feel? It looks good on you, Sylvain. [like, really good, actually. Olivine can't help but admire him in the moment after, suddenly fully aware of Eiden's own reaction to finding his work before.]
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Olivine doesn’t go for anything obvious or predictable, and Sylvain has to admit he’s impressed with the arrangement the other man comes up with as he binds his body into what almost feels like a harness of ropes, shifting over sensitive skin, but making that restriction pronounced anytime he moves. He can feel the ropes tug and pull, tightening slightly as he flexes beneath it.
Olivine might have been worried it would be too much, after his reaction earlier, but that had been strictly from the feel of fingers around his throat. This… this didn’t have any negative connotations in his mind. In fact, his body was flushed as Olivine works his way lower, winds those ropes between his legs until they’re wrapped around the base of his cock and fastened in place once more in the front.
He watches all of this with a hungry gaze, and when Olivine finishes, he shifts again, testing the restriction of it, giving a soft moan when he feels the ropes shift with him, tighten against sensitive flesh in the best way. His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he licks his lips and nods. ]
It feels good. You’re really good at that, Olivine.
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A smile draws across his lips as Sylvain moves to test them, pleased to hear the moans he'd hoped to elicit. After all, people are all different... but he's well aware of just where he'd focused each connection. Every time a loop digs gently into the bend of a muscle, or a wrap holds lovingly tight with each bend...]
I'm glad you like it. [His fingers draw up along the line of the vertical stretch of rope over his abdomen, coming to rest where it meets the bottom of his ribs.] It's a lot easier to tie someone else than yourself, I have to admit. This form is comfortable enough to be worn all day under clothes, too. Restricting you from actually moving felt a little too much like cheating, considering our wager... I didn't want you to have to take them off right away.
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