While Olivine had been getting himself situated, he'd been shedding his shirt, unbuttoning and draping it over the back of a nearby chair. So that when he steps over behind Olivine, appearing in the mirror's reflection, he's only in the tight breeches still, cock still hanging out from when it had been in Olivine's mouth.
And, oddly enough, still very much hard. Sylvain's chalking it up to something about this place or some sort of weird magic, but he's not complaining about it at the moment. Not when his dark gaze is drinking in the sight spread out on display for him. ]
Beautiful.
[ He murmurs the word in a low rasp as he lets his fingers trail down the line of Olivine's spine. And then, without warning, he drops down to one knee behind him, hands spreading his cheeks apart as he delves in to swipe his tongue up the curve of Olivine ass, tasting the slick already wetting the skin there. Just as it had for Eiden, he notes, and thinks again that's the most convenient quirk he could think of, especially in instances like this.
Had he forgotten to mention he has a bit of an oral fetish himself? ]
[green eyes watch Sylvain as he moves, the mirror a wonderful convenience. Shirt removed, the redhead is beautiful, masculine, confident.
And hard, notably. It's impressive, especially after the priest had just taken on a full load of come. His cheeks heat up as the other looks him over, all warm and trembling with his heightening need.]
I'm glad you—nngh! Haah... ah...
[His brows furrow as Sylvain's hands spread his cheeks, hips kept from squirming too much even when his tongue slides over wet skin, hole twitching at the soft flick of tongue against it. His head dips down for a moment, sight turning hazy again.]
Fuck... ah... Sylvain... please.
[His voice is a sigh, pleasant and warm but not quite begging yet. He's close to it, pretty sure that letting Sylvain play like this is going to at least drive him a little crazy. What a sweet feeling.]
[ Sylvain is great at driving people crazy. In all manner of speaking. It might even be his superpower.
For now, though, his hands grip Olivine’s hips firmly, holding him still for him as he bent eagerly to his task, his tongue teasing and tasting before pressing inside. He hadn’t gotten to do this with Eiden and he could admit he was a little curious. Humming in pleasure, he torments that twitching hole with an eager tongue, adding fingers after a moment to stretch him open when his tongue couldn’t reach far enough. ]
[hands hold him still and Olivine is grateful for it. He's bad at keeping steady on a good day, but right now? Right now, he's absolutely out of his head. The priest's head dips as he's left trembling, tongue sliding into his waiting, willing hole.
His fingers curl in around the edge of the bench with every press inside, every twitch of his muscles in turn. Fingers slip in after that moment to stretch him more, and he's already overwhelmed enough to cant forward a little. ]
Haah... ah... they're so deep already... [It's absolutely more accurate to say his body is practically sucking his fingers in.]
[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
[ He’s pushed almost to the knuckle now, but he withdraws just enough to add a third finger to the stretch, smirking as he does so. Working them into him all over again, but wider now. Thicker. And maybe a little rougher. Still pushing those boundaries just to see where Olivine's lay. ]
Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
[it's a pleasant stretch, even before the third finger slides in, tightening the space as he works again. teasing, edging him toward another pleasant space. granted, all of Sylvain's boundary pushing is only just starting to come close to what the priest's preferences are, but there's nothing wrong with that caution in learning it.]
Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
[ There’s a reason he’d put him on the bench. Easier to see what he was doing and control it if he needed to. But for now, he thinks Olivine is as stretched as he’s likely to get, and still so pliant and eager, so he withdraws his fingers, only to remove his pants finally, dropping them to the side, before stepping up behind the priest.
He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
[It's convenient in so many ways, really. The bench is high enough and wide enough to support him so neatly, positioned for almost no effort being needed when Sylvain sidles up behind him. Olivine's gaze is hazy and appreciative, glancing over the swell of his erection in the mirror. And, knowing how nice it had felt in his mouth...
A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
[ He reaches forward to tangle his fingers in Olivine’s hair, gripping tightly and pulling his head back at an angle as he sinks into him deeper. He’s still careful, but he’s got a better idea for how rough Olivine likes this now to not be as worried as he works his way deeper without as much concern for the priests comfort. Or discomfort, as it were.
His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
[bliss sinks into every part of his senses as Sylvain grips his hair and pulls his head back, in spite of the sharp noise it earns. careful, but that's not a detriment. the priest himself is remarkably good at just settling into the best position to take what he's given, flexible as he is.
it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
[ Sylvain gives a pleased little hum at that, reaching to wind fingers around Olivine’s wrist. Dragging his arm behind his back and then sliding it higher in increments as he pins it there. Waiting to see where muscles started to strain from the hold so he didn’t push too far. Just enough that it would definitely be felt, sharp and present. It lifts Olivine a little higher on the bench and he leans in with his own knee as he guides the man up on his knees by his hold on his arm and his hair. Until he’s kneeling in front of the mirror with Sylvain behind him, rocking into him with that same maddening pace. ]
I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
[Olivine's arm bends, pinned so carefully back. It flexes his back muscles, too, framing that side of him quite nicely. Lifted up, the priest can brace his knees on the bench, legs spread and body lifted as if in offering; his piercings even gleam faintly in the dim light, reflecting prettily in the mirror itself. It's all tighter this way, too. His thighs flex with each inward motion, hips jolting pleasantly as his body takes everything it's given.]
Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
[ He leans in close behind Olivine as he speeds his pace a little. A little rougher, a little deeper. Chasing his own pleasure at the same time. It has him buried all the way inside the other man now, rocking deep with each thrust of his hips as he holds him in place on the bench.
Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
[Sylvain's pace pulls little moans and sharp gasps from the priest, shuddering with every inward thrust. there really is no feeling like being completely filled, his arm aching pleasantly in its position.
and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
[ Sylvain’s smirk is sharp and satisfied as Olivine comes, his own hips picking up the pace, rocking into him deeply, thrusts picking up a new pace. He might have come just from that, the feel of Olivine clenching so tightly around him, body shuddering as he spilled his own pleasure. The sight of the other man’s reflection in the mirror as he watched him orgasm.
But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]
[dizzy pleasure fills his senses as Sylvain continues chasing his orgasm, hips twitching and jolting in sharp stimulation. His expression shifts often, wanton hunger and enduring concentration melting together with each thrust.
Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
[ He turns his face into that touch, pressing a kiss to Olivine’s palm as he drags in ragged lungfuls of air. He loosens his hold on the man’s arm, but only to lean him back against his chest now, wrapping arms warmly around him as he buries his face against the other man’s throat with a soft moan.
He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
[there's no rush, a warm comfort shared between them as Sylvain releases his arm, pulls him back gently into his chest. his own breath is still catching back up to normal, hitching slightly when the redhead's face presses into his neck, a delighted little laugh on his lips.]
Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
[ He presses a kiss to the curve of Olivine’s throat before chuckling and reluctantly pulling out of the other man. ]
I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
[warmth flickers through him at the kiss to his throat, eyes all but closed. and really, there's just a little shiver that runs through him when Sylvain pulls out, exhaling it as a breath. he really is too sensitive sometimes.]
It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
[ Recalling what he’d described earlier, and what little he’s learned from Eiden, he considers the other man as he carefully pushes to his feet as well. Rounding the bench, he presses in close, one hand winding around Olivine’s waist and the other lifting to tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck.
Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
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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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Date: 2024-01-12 03:29 am (UTC)[ There's a smile in his voice as he murmurs the words against Olivine's flesh. Leaning forward, he nips playfully at the fleshy curve of his ass, even as he works his fingers in and out of him. Deeper, shallower, switching it up as he stretches the man around the digits. ]
You want it deeper still, though, don't you?
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Date: 2024-01-12 04:37 am (UTC)[There's a hazy pleasantness there, warm and intoxicated in the way he inhales sharp little breaths. Fingers work him into a frenzy, slowly but surely. Teeth nip at the swell of a cheek and Olivine whines again, his body squeezing, squirming, aching for more.]
Ah... haah... I do... [They could dive in to the knuckle and it still wouldn't be enough.] I want more of you... buried as deeply as can be.
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Date: 2024-01-12 04:54 am (UTC)Take this for me, Olivine, and I’ll give you all the ‘more’ you crave.
[ Although with the way Olivine’s body is greedy for more as he stretches him, he doesn’t think that will be a problem. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 06:44 am (UTC)Ah... haah... I'll take it all... more and more...
[he's far too honest, really, just as much as his body is. hips jolt up into the rougher pressure, to that point, as it becomes harder to sit here and behave and let himself be stretched. granted, Sylvain hasn't technically asked for that, but he's maybe taken it upon himself to keep up the rules from before, ignoring the instinct to reach down and grasp his own cock, ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 05:02 pm (UTC)He doesn’t have oil, but Olivine is as slick as Eiden had been, so he’s hoping that’s enough. He suspects Olivine would enjoy it even if it wasn’t, though.
Still, he takes a moment to position himself, sliding his cock against the curve of Olivine’s ass, before shifting enough that the tip of him can press at his hole. Nudging teasingly without pressing inside just yet. ]
Good. Because I’m going to make you take it all. And maybe even more.
[ He’s winging it, after all. But he does start pressing into the man’s eager body, groaning at the feel of him clenching tight at the initial intrusion. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 11:59 pm (UTC)A shuddery groan escapes him when that cock slides first against his cheeks, searing hot, and then just nudges his entrance, pressing carefully.
Honestly, it's almost more impressive that it doesn't slip inside early.]
Good... nngh!! Ah...
[He's certainly tight despite the stretching, lashes fluttering and lids drooping at the pleasant ache of the intrusion.]
You feel so—good... [an obvious statement really, by the shake of the priest's hips, but it keeps him there in the moment.] Haah... I can't wait...
[everything and then some. Such a silly claim, and yet it clearly riles Olivine up. His hips jolt and shift, rising up with every intent to meet the inward motion of the redhead's cock and sink more of it inside his needy body.]
You can—you can... ugh... [He has to take a second to shake himself back into speech.] grab me however you like.
[It occurs to him that this is more candid than he'd usually be. Most of the time he just lets others experiment, find his limits (or... not find them, more likely) within their wants. He'll chalk that up to the drink, the circumstance. Sometimes you just really want to be manhandled, so you gotta be a tiny bit honest.]
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Date: 2024-01-13 04:27 am (UTC)His head he tugs up as he bends over him, however, rocking his hips as the angle changes with the new position. He catches and holds Olivine’s gaze in the mirror as he holds him in place and starts to fuck him in earnest. ]
Oh? And what would you prefer I grab?
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Date: 2024-01-13 09:52 am (UTC)it doesn't make this any less of an awkward position, but it also doesn't cause him any undue pain either. he could tilt his head up and see Sylvain just as easily as seeing him in the mirror, but he'd absolutely be lying if he said it was as good a feeling, especially seeing the way his own face shifts as the redhead fucks into him, holds him in place. he looks good there, Olivine thinks. that's probably partly bias.]
Ah—God— [he can't help but laugh breathlessly at the question. the answer is greedy, of course (anything, everything).] Maybe... haah... my arm... if you wanted to pull me back harder... but this is good.
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Date: 2024-01-13 05:21 pm (UTC)[ Sylvain gives a faint smirk but holds him where he is for the moment as he works himself deeper. Enjoying the sight of him in the mirror, watches the expressions play out on his face. It’s still a bit of an awkward position but he’ll change it up in a minute. ]
Do you like being tied, too? Bound?
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Date: 2024-01-13 05:50 pm (UTC)[His voice hitches as Sylvain works in deeper, huffing helpless little breaths. It's embarrassing to say it all out loud, it always is, but he kind of likes that, doesn't he?]
Y-yes. Ah... haah... and I usually—nngh—usually have chains across my piercings...
[Really, it's so honest of him. But Olivine is weak to this treatment, and he's already been considering just how future meetings might go. Or maybe he should blame it on the drink from earlier. It doesn't matter, really.
On top of the fact that he rather likes Sylvain in general, that is.]
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Date: 2024-01-13 06:05 pm (UTC)I bet you’d look beautiful like that. Piercings chained together. Giving somewhere to tug when you misbehave. Or weighted, so you feel them every time you move. [ Spoken like someone who’s seen someone do something similar before, at least, and he doesn’t seem at all scandalized by the idea.
He likes this angle, he thinks. He can watch each time Olivine’s cock twitches in time to either a movement or something he says, giving away just how much the priest likes something. Not that he isn’t verbal about that already, but Sylvain likes access to as many clues as possible when playing. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 08:07 pm (UTC)Ah—haah... both are—nice... there are... a lot of things you can do. [they've done a few, clearly. And those two were fun in particular.
He really does react so sweetly to everything. In the mirror, his poor cock weeps even when it's not twitching, head lilting to one side as the pace drives them toward that edge. He's so close, and it's so plainly visible in the mirror, not to mention the way he clenches around Sylvain's cock.]
Hah... ah... close...
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Date: 2024-01-13 08:15 pm (UTC)Lips tease against his ear as he watches Olivine’s reflection in the mirror, the sight he makes, flushed and trembling and wanting. How his cock leaks with his need. He can tell he’s close. ]
You’ll have to tell me all about them later. [ He murmurs against Olivine’s ear, a faint smirk in his voice. Even so, his tone is strained. Breathless. His pace stutters, speeds again as his own pleasure rising, the friction pushing him on, especially when Olivine in this pose does have him feeling even tighter around Sylvain’s cock. Especially when he clenches like that. ] Or, even better, show me.
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:33 am (UTC)and really, God help him when those lips brush his ear, when he can just look forward and see how worked up he is. how warm and needy and wanting, his whole body jolting with each final press.]
Ah—haah... [he likes that breathlessness in Sylvain's voice, a soft huff of his own breath escaping. getting closer, he thinks, before forcing his attention back to what the redhead is actually saying. he hadn't forgotten, mind, but he's terribly easily distracted. one can get away with a lot when they have Olivine like this. his voice is strained when he speaks, orgasm basically on the heels of his words. maybe the thought helped him along—but really, he doesn't much need it.]
Haha, I can—nhh—do that... whenever I get the... tools for it. [listen. sometimes you just prefer to make your own jewelry. at least clamps and things are less picky items.
but as Sylvain rocks in again, it seems it's too much; between the deep throating earlier, the talk, everything they've done—really, he couldn't hold back much longer even if he tried. his whole body tenses up in orgasm, a sharp outcry on his lips. it's hotter, definitely, watching himself in the mirror. white splashes onto the bench as he trembles through it, a shudder sliding down his spine.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 07:20 pm (UTC)But Olivine having sucked him off such a short while ago means he has to chase it a little further, push it a little harder, before he can tip over that precipice again. He holds Olivine right where he had him, eyes still locked on his image in the mirror as he fucks into him roughly, almost ruthlessly, breath coming in ragged pants and gasp and bitten-off moans as the pleasure builds.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a low, strangled curse as he presses deep and spills himself in the other man, body trembling with the force of it. ]
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Date: 2024-01-15 03:29 am (UTC)Drowning in the pressure of it, his arm shifts against his back. Sylvain is quieter than him in this moment, the priest sort of wishing he had more to hear. But still, he's so close that every bitten off noise is sweet, musical. Slowly almost turning feverish until finally—
Heat fills his belly and presses close to his back, spine rigid and eyes dazed but warm. His hips still twitch in the aftermath, slow in catching his breath. His free hand rises, awkwardly using the mirror to touch Sylvain's cheek as his hips roll so gently against the ones behind him.]
Nnhaaah... so hot... [He could almost laugh. There's so much too, he thinks, distantly.]
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:26 am (UTC)He actually hadn’t been sure he could come again so soon, but it had been even more intense than the first one. He’s gonna need a moment. ]
That was… incredible.
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:11 am (UTC)Mm, it was.
[his other hand, after a moment of letting the muscles relax, comes to rest over Sylvain's around him, the first still fondly brushing through his hair and encouraging the contact.]
Are you alright, standing like that? [he asks, bare knees on the bare-ass bench. amazing.]
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Date: 2024-01-16 08:50 pm (UTC)I think we’d both be more comfortable if I weren’t. [ He gives a rueful glance around the dressing room. ] Maybe we really should have gone back to somewhere with a bed first…
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Date: 2024-01-17 05:55 am (UTC)It isn't so bad for me, right now. No more uncomfortable than a church pew. [he does move to climb back to his feet, considering for a moment. he doesn't really know what to expect out of other people yet, but at this point, isn't it best to just be honest?] We still could now, if you'd like. I... wouldn't turn down a little time to at least cuddle, if you're up to it.
Mm, and... [there's no telling if it'll do anything, but he knows himself. if he didn't offer, he'd just be wondering if he should have.] If you're feeling a little worn, I can try sharing some of my essence with you. It shouldn't do anything more than give you some energy, if... it works at all, of course.
[but it's a reasonable expectation, he thinks. all creatures that are living have to have some kind of energy that makes them alive, right?]
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Date: 2024-01-17 06:19 pm (UTC)Before answering, he leans in to steal another kiss, now that it’s easier to reach him. ]
We can head back to one of our rooms. Whichever one’s closest. Or more likely to be empty, I suppose.
[ As for the essence… He cocks his head to the side, curious at the offer. ] Do you need to spend some? That’s how you moderate it, right? You can try, if you’re curious? You’d know more about this than I would.
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