[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...
[His whole body still heaves softly, a soft laugh in his lips. Finally, hands slip fully back from Sylvain's thighs, peering up from between long lashes.]
My apology is accepted, then? [There's that giggle again, Olivine pressing up just to brush his lips.] I don't know how much longer I can behave, Sylvain.
[He has zero right drawing out the other's name like he does, but he does it anyway.]
I'm impressed you behaved this long, to be honest.
[ He's teasing as he bends to capture those lips in a deep kiss, hands cupping to either side of his jaw before he goes down on one knee before him, to easier reach him. ]
I'll accept your apology this time. And I suppose I could even reward you for being so good for me in the process. What would you like, Olivine?
[ 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.]
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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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Date: 2024-01-10 01:30 am (UTC)[ Sylvain is still chuckling warmly as he murmurs the words against the other man's lips, slow and hungry still himself.
He glances down the line of Olivine's body, smirk curving across his lips. ]
Well, there is one problem we still haven't resolved, after all.
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Date: 2024-01-10 02:57 am (UTC)[His whole body still heaves softly, a soft laugh in his lips. Finally, hands slip fully back from Sylvain's thighs, peering up from between long lashes.]
My apology is accepted, then? [There's that giggle again, Olivine pressing up just to brush his lips.] I don't know how much longer I can behave, Sylvain.
[He has zero right drawing out the other's name like he does, but he does it anyway.]
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Date: 2024-01-10 03:30 am (UTC)[ He's teasing as he bends to capture those lips in a deep kiss, hands cupping to either side of his jaw before he goes down on one knee before him, to easier reach him. ]
I'll accept your apology this time. And I suppose I could even reward you for being so good for me in the process. What would you like, Olivine?
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Date: 2024-01-10 04:11 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 04:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 05:23 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 05:34 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 06:15 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-01-10 06:19 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 07:08 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-10 10:39 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-11 01:32 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-11 02:13 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-11 05:41 am (UTC)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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