[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. ]
[oh, he likes that. selfishly, deeply so, he'd like to hear it over and over. for a moment he nearly forgets that this is supposed to be his apology for his actions. it doesn't help that Sylvain is pretty clearly holding himself back.
so, when his head feels a little staticky and his senses a little sharper, Olivine pulls back again, all the way, to tease his tip with tongue and metal alike, dutifully lapping up any liquid beading at the tip.]
It's because you react so nicely... hehe.
[maybe, somewhere under all of it, there's something a little devilish in him. Sylvain hasn't earned the same amount of bullying that Eiden has yet, but he looks so good it's hard not to give in to the instinct a little. his voice is raspy and thin from effort, lips pressing to his tip in a fond little kiss. it's such a far cry from his normal state, but he doesn't care. if anything, he's glad that Sylvain has brought this side of him out already.]
But I can still take more... if you're not pleased with my apology yet. [so very innocently, his mouth wraps around just the tip of the redhead's dick, relentless now in teasing the slit, the underside, anywhere he can find that's particularly sensitive.]
[ His groan is more strained this time as Olivine turns his attention to driving him mad, apparently.
His fingers tighten in the man’s hair a moment later as he holds Olivine’s head still, staring down at him with eyes blown dark with lust and hunger. And then he starts pressing in with deliberate slowness. Easing an inch at a time. ]
[Stop being cute if you don't want to be driven mad, Sylvain.
fingers tighten in his hair, hold him steady, and then—ah. his nails dig into Sylvain's skin at the look in his eyes, excitement in his own need-dulled gaze. the first inch presses in and he can see how this is going to go, hips shifting beneath him in the abrupt thrum of impatience. how much can he take? ah, if Sylvain only knew.
it's difficult to respond properly like this, but Olivine does his level best.]
Haah... mmn... as much as... you can give... greedy...
[he's greedy, he means. oh well, he can't be expected to talk properly with his mouth full, can he? it's rude.]
[ He doesn’t know how. In fact, he doesn’t even realize he was being cute in the first place. ]
Greedy, huh?
[ That smile lingers in Sylvain’s voice as he presses deeper, and then deeper again. Nudging against the back of Olivine’s throat and resting there for a moment. Seeing how he handled that. Not fully choking off his airway, but just shy of it. Waiting to see if that’s the limit or if Olivine wanted him to go further still. ]
I can work with that. Still want more, my pretty priest?
[it's a rough affirmative, Olivine's weight shifting as Sylvain presses deeper in. so close, but so far, and really—he probably shouldn't be surprised by the response. the priest's tongue shifts against his length, wanting desperately to press himself forward and into the faint ache. his guess is that the redhead is testing the waters without knowing Olivine's limits, but God, it's driving him as mad as if it were deliberate teasing.
he'll have to take his answer in the way his tongue drags along his cock, the sway of impatient hips and the hazy want in his eyes.]
[ Hey, he can test his limits and deliberately tease.
But that muffled sound combined with the slide of metal along the underside of the shaft is answer enough. His eyes, dark and hazed with his own hunger, remain locked on Olivine's face, on the way those plush lips wrap around his cock as he rocks in deeper into that delicious wet heat.
Watching for even the subtlest flicker or change in his expression, Sylvain pushes deeper, feeling the way Olivine’s throat works around him, trying to accommodate him. It drags a strained moan from his own lips at the feel of it, his breathing coming a little more ragged now as he struggles with his own control, even as he presses deeper into the man’s throat. Trying to keep watch for where it becomes too much. ]
[touche. Olivine is just giving him the benefit of the doubt, especially given how he'd started by asking how much he could take, really.
Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]
[ He notices it, but he knows how this can feel, knows how a body reacts, no matter your wants. Still, he withdraws to let him take a breath before pushing back deep once more. The hand not gripping in Olivine’s hair comes to cradle against his cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin there as he holds him at just the right angle and eases in and out of the man’s throat. Fucking him until Olivine’s lips rest right around the base of his cock, taking every last inch of him. ]
Good boy. [ He murmurs the words softly, rocking his hips, giving Olivine another moment of air before filling him again. Finding a pattern in it, and then purposefully changing the rhythm once he does. Leaving nothing Olivine will be able to predict. ] That’s it. Take all of me. Let me feel your throat work around me. You’re so good at this. You love it, don’t you? Is it the feeling of being used? Being pushed past your boundaries? Surrendering to it?
[ He doesn’t expect an answer - not with his cock as deep as it is, but his voice is a low husky rasp to fill the quiet otherwise. A purred tease to drag Olivine deeper with him, even as his cock twitches in warning. He’s close, but he’s still holding it back. Almost. A few moments longer. ]
[His breath is heavy and sharp when Sylvain pulls back, caught in deep cycles that certainly don't suggest inexperience. Lashes flutter and he can feel the slightest lean into the hand on his cheek, the agonizing press of his cock when it slides home. Every last inch feels like sweet agony, a choked whine reverberating against it at the praise. good boy.
The grip of his fingers loosens a little as Sylvain finds his pattern, pulls back enough to breathe. Shifts, and pulls Olivine right back to the waiting again. The priest's cheeks burn in the wake of it, the reality spoken in sweet vulgarity. It crashes into the pool of desire he's already nearly lost himself to, and every soft noise, every hitch of breath, becomes an answer.
Neglected, his cock aches between his thighs, hard and wet against the fabric still containing it. He wants—he wants to hear more of that rasp. Wants to see his face when he comes, buried balls deep in his mouth. Of course he's right, he can't respond. Use him more, harder. Push him to the edge, over the edge, again and again until nothing of him remains but for the desperate, broken and impatient core of greed and depravity.
His head tilts, enough that he can just see past tears and lashes and hazy arousal. Give me, a plea left on bated breath. Give me, the squeeze of his throat with each swallow and whine. Hurry, the shake of hips and pure desperation in his gaze. He can't wait much longer, but by the brief fits and starts of his fingers, lifting off of Sylvain's thighs, forcibly pressed back down. Ah, his cock aches so badly. If he could just reach down, just—]
[ Hand still braced on the wall for balance, Sylvain curves over where Olivine kneels, letting the angle shift slightly as he presses back in once more, sinking back into the tight squeeze of his throat. His lips murmur against the top of the priest’s head as he feels him shudder, tremble, feels the need all but aching in him as Sylvain gives him this - and only this. ]
How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]
[Sylvain curls over him and it's another sweet little change. His pierced tongue finds its impatient pressure here and there, but for the most part this is the redhead's show now. He's left burning for every thrust, hanging on every word, hair shifting under the ghost of breath atop his head. How deeply satisfying it is, hearing Sylvain rasp taunting little words, feeling the indescribable sensation of each thrust into his waiting throat.
How badly? Leaking—yes, most certainly more than Sylvain might realise. Ah, but the praise. It washes over him with the same satisfaction as the admittance of his impending orgasm. He's close, he'll give it to him, because he's a good boy.
A moment of tension then, just before the blast of heat that pours down his throat. Olivine's moan reverberates against Sylvain's cock between swallows, throat shifting, squeezing, coaxing every drop he can get out of the other man. He's certainly not in any hurry to stop. It's a little hard to breathe, sure, but he wants to taste him.
That can't happen until Sylvain pulls back, Olivine's hips jolting as the tip slips free of his throat. Another swallow or two to relax his throat, and even once his cock is pulled free of the green haired man's mouth his tongue remains lolled out, wet and lazy, with just a strand of saliva (or is it spend? It's hard to tell) stretched thinly between the two. The remaining tears still shimmering in his eyes are blinked back, more or less.]
Ah... haah... mmn...
[There's almost a little laughter in the deep, breathy sounds he makes, tongue finally slithering into action in the effort of cleaning up some of the saliva and pre that had dripped from his lips. When he manages words, they may as well be a purr.]
[ Sylvain needs a moment to catch his breath. And to string more than two thoughts together.
But then he gives a choked snicker. One that turns into a giggle. And then a full-throated laugh. The fingers tangled in Olivine's hair tug his head back so Sylvain can bend down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. ]
Pretty sure we actually just skipped straight to dessert.
[There's just something about the way Sylvain reacts that makes Olivine feel so... warmly comfortable. It's familiar, not unlike his other friends, and really, he might have had something to say if not for the tug at his hair, soft yelp muted in the redhead's lips. He can't help but finally laugh in turn when the other speaks.]
Well, if that's the case, I still haven't spoiled my appetite...
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Date: 2024-01-06 10:48 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-01-06 11:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-06 11:29 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-01-06 11:40 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-07 12:14 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-07 09:32 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-07 11:28 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-01-08 02:02 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-08 04:45 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-08 05:23 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-08 05:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-08 06:01 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-01-08 06:22 am (UTC)so, when his head feels a little staticky and his senses a little sharper, Olivine pulls back again, all the way, to tease his tip with tongue and metal alike, dutifully lapping up any liquid beading at the tip.]
It's because you react so nicely... hehe.
[maybe, somewhere under all of it, there's something a little devilish in him. Sylvain hasn't earned the same amount of bullying that Eiden has yet, but he looks so good it's hard not to give in to the instinct a little. his voice is raspy and thin from effort, lips pressing to his tip in a fond little kiss. it's such a far cry from his normal state, but he doesn't care. if anything, he's glad that Sylvain has brought this side of him out already.]
But I can still take more... if you're not pleased with my apology yet. [so very innocently, his mouth wraps around just the tip of the redhead's dick, relentless now in teasing the slit, the underside, anywhere he can find that's particularly sensitive.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:26 am (UTC)His fingers tighten in the man’s hair a moment later as he holds Olivine’s head still, staring down at him with eyes blown dark with lust and hunger. And then he starts pressing in with deliberate slowness. Easing an inch at a time. ]
Oh, yeah? And just how much can you take, hmm?
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:59 am (UTC)fingers tighten in his hair, hold him steady, and then—ah. his nails dig into Sylvain's skin at the look in his eyes, excitement in his own need-dulled gaze. the first inch presses in and he can see how this is going to go, hips shifting beneath him in the abrupt thrum of impatience. how much can he take? ah, if Sylvain only knew.
it's difficult to respond properly like this, but Olivine does his level best.]
Haah... mmn... as much as... you can give... greedy...
[he's greedy, he means. oh well, he can't be expected to talk properly with his mouth full, can he? it's rude.]
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:03 pm (UTC)Greedy, huh?
[ That smile lingers in Sylvain’s voice as he presses deeper, and then deeper again. Nudging against the back of Olivine’s throat and resting there for a moment. Seeing how he handled that. Not fully choking off his airway, but just shy of it. Waiting to see if that’s the limit or if Olivine wanted him to go further still. ]
I can work with that. Still want more, my pretty priest?
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Date: 2024-01-08 06:22 pm (UTC)[it's a rough affirmative, Olivine's weight shifting as Sylvain presses deeper in. so close, but so far, and really—he probably shouldn't be surprised by the response. the priest's tongue shifts against his length, wanting desperately to press himself forward and into the faint ache. his guess is that the redhead is testing the waters without knowing Olivine's limits, but God, it's driving him as mad as if it were deliberate teasing.
he'll have to take his answer in the way his tongue drags along his cock, the sway of impatient hips and the hazy want in his eyes.]
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Date: 2024-01-09 04:51 pm (UTC)But that muffled sound combined with the slide of metal along the underside of the shaft is answer enough. His eyes, dark and hazed with his own hunger, remain locked on Olivine's face, on the way those plush lips wrap around his cock as he rocks in deeper into that delicious wet heat.
Watching for even the subtlest flicker or change in his expression, Sylvain pushes deeper, feeling the way Olivine’s throat works around him, trying to accommodate him. It drags a strained moan from his own lips at the feel of it, his breathing coming a little more ragged now as he struggles with his own control, even as he presses deeper into the man’s throat. Trying to keep watch for where it becomes too much. ]
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Date: 2024-01-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Inch after inch eases into his mouth and Olivine has to swallow a few times to let the tip ease down his throat, girth faintly tight against its walls. Lashes flutter quite uncontrollably, and there's the first touch of something changing.
That is... Olivine can't help the slight shimmer of wetness that rises to his eyes the the pleasant ache, at complete odds with every desperate action he takes to greedily beg for more. The priest is quick to cry over stimulation... there's not much more to it, if Sylvain notices it swiftly.]
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Date: 2024-01-09 07:31 pm (UTC)Good boy. [ He murmurs the words softly, rocking his hips, giving Olivine another moment of air before filling him again. Finding a pattern in it, and then purposefully changing the rhythm once he does. Leaving nothing Olivine will be able to predict. ] That’s it. Take all of me. Let me feel your throat work around me. You’re so good at this. You love it, don’t you? Is it the feeling of being used? Being pushed past your boundaries? Surrendering to it?
[ He doesn’t expect an answer - not with his cock as deep as it is, but his voice is a low husky rasp to fill the quiet otherwise. A purred tease to drag Olivine deeper with him, even as his cock twitches in warning. He’s close, but he’s still holding it back. Almost. A few moments longer. ]
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Date: 2024-01-09 09:19 pm (UTC)The grip of his fingers loosens a little as Sylvain finds his pattern, pulls back enough to breathe. Shifts, and pulls Olivine right back to the waiting again. The priest's cheeks burn in the wake of it, the reality spoken in sweet vulgarity. It crashes into the pool of desire he's already nearly lost himself to, and every soft noise, every hitch of breath, becomes an answer.
Neglected, his cock aches between his thighs, hard and wet against the fabric still containing it. He wants—he wants to hear more of that rasp. Wants to see his face when he comes, buried balls deep in his mouth. Of course he's right, he can't respond. Use him more, harder. Push him to the edge, over the edge, again and again until nothing of him remains but for the desperate, broken and impatient core of greed and depravity.
His head tilts, enough that he can just see past tears and lashes and hazy arousal. Give me, a plea left on bated breath. Give me, the squeeze of his throat with each swallow and whine. Hurry, the shake of hips and pure desperation in his gaze. He can't wait much longer, but by the brief fits and starts of his fingers, lifting off of Sylvain's thighs, forcibly pressed back down. Ah, his cock aches so badly. If he could just reach down, just—]
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Date: 2024-01-09 09:30 pm (UTC)How badly do you ache right now? [ That strained rasp has only grown moreso at the feeling of Olivine's throat working around him, the slide of that piercing as he wordlessly begs for more. His breathing is ragged and loud in his own ears as he rocks his hips, dragging out those sensations longer and then shorter, keeping Olivine guessing which the next will be. ] How badly do you want to be touched? Be filled? You’re leaking all over yourself right now, aren’t you, pretty? But you’re doing so good. Taking me so deep. I’m close. I’m going to spill down your throat and you’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow for me, Olivine.
[ He doesn’t have time to give him much more warning than that, because the desperation and trembling of the man beneath him are more than enough to send him over that edge. His cock pulses a moment before he tenses and spills, emptying himself down that tight throat as a ragged moan is torn free of his lips. His grip tight in the man’s hair, he forces it until he can manage to pull back, letting Olivine breath again, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. ]
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Date: 2024-01-09 10:02 pm (UTC)How badly? Leaking—yes, most certainly more than Sylvain might realise. Ah, but the praise. It washes over him with the same satisfaction as the admittance of his impending orgasm. He's close, he'll give it to him, because he's a good boy.
A moment of tension then, just before the blast of heat that pours down his throat. Olivine's moan reverberates against Sylvain's cock between swallows, throat shifting, squeezing, coaxing every drop he can get out of the other man. He's certainly not in any hurry to stop. It's a little hard to breathe, sure, but he wants to taste him.
That can't happen until Sylvain pulls back, Olivine's hips jolting as the tip slips free of his throat. Another swallow or two to relax his throat, and even once his cock is pulled free of the green haired man's mouth his tongue remains lolled out, wet and lazy, with just a strand of saliva (or is it spend? It's hard to tell) stretched thinly between the two. The remaining tears still shimmering in his eyes are blinked back, more or less.]
Ah... haah... mmn...
[There's almost a little laughter in the deep, breathy sounds he makes, tongue finally slithering into action in the effort of cleaning up some of the saliva and pre that had dripped from his lips. When he manages words, they may as well be a purr.]
... thank you for the meal.
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Date: 2024-01-09 11:46 pm (UTC)But then he gives a choked snicker. One that turns into a giggle. And then a full-throated laugh. The fingers tangled in Olivine's hair tug his head back so Sylvain can bend down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. ]
Pretty sure we actually just skipped straight to dessert.
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:24 am (UTC)Well, if that's the case, I still haven't spoiled my appetite...
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