[ He combs his fingers through the man’s hair when he presses his face to his shoulder, understanding the intent, then.
Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
[Olivine is so simple, sometimes. The comfort of a warm gesture does so much for him, and it speaks... pretty badly to his past, all things considered.
He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
I think the holes in the walls probably mean you’re right.
[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
[He was absolutely trying to forget those existed, thanks Sylvain!! But it gets the redhead what he likes, more of that flush as it inches toward his ears.]
It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]
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Date: 2024-01-17 07:03 pm (UTC)Pressing a kiss to the side of Olivine’s head, he gives him another warm squeeze before murmuring in his ear. ]
Don’t worry. I’m very comfortable. And not all that fatigued. Save your essence for whenever you need it. We can always experiment later.
[ He draws back, then, although he tugs Olivine a long a moment later. ]
Come on, we should probably grab what’s left of our clothes and get back. Someone’s… probably going to need a dressing room sooner or later. Maybe they’ll even use it for clothes. [ He adds with an impish wink. ]
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Date: 2024-01-17 07:33 pm (UTC)He still seems a little unsure with Sylvain's promise, but that's just his eternal worrying.]
Okay. But if you ever do need anything... I'm always willing to help.
[no matter what. Sylvain draws back and Olivine returns to his normal posture, still basking in the remaining warmth between them—even as he's pulled along lightly.]
Ah— [... oh, that reminds him of just how public this actually was, and there's his flush right back.]
... we should. And I really feel like these rooms don't want people to use them properly... it's strange.
[It's also going to feel a little weird, he thinks, pulling everything up over his hips and remembering how much is still there. Even so, he's absolutely just going to pull himself right back into Sylvain's space once they're dressed.]
Let's get going, then.
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Date: 2024-01-17 07:38 pm (UTC)[ He’s chuckling as he says it, giving a pointed glance over to the hole in question. Which still, luckily, seems to have no one on the other side. He thinks. Well, if there was, they just got a free show. You’re welcome.
Besides. He really did enjoy the sight of that blush on Olivine.
He’d slipped into his clothes just as quickly, even if they still felt strange to him. He didn’t understand this world’s fashion yet, but he’d have to make do until he did.
When Olivine steps close again, though, Sylvain just twines an arm around his shoulders and tucks him in close against him, not minding in the least. Another kiss pressed to his temple, he smiles warmly at the other man as he leads them out of the dressing room. ]
I’ll follow you.
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Date: 2024-01-18 02:33 am (UTC)It really is so much to take in...
[He's a lot better than he was, and the idea of being watched still has a positive sensation to it, sure. But there's something equally protective as exposing in the way Sylvain acts and reacts.
He teases or muses on things, only to turn around and offer such sweet comfort against the discomfort of it.
More still, he's indulging Olivine so much, even offering such fond kisses, and it helps immensely to just... let himself be a little clingy.]
This way, then.
[His fingers find Sylvain's to lace in them, and despite the fervid instinct to just keep going, to bury himself in the other. The path is mercifully short, and Olivine brightens a little more still.]
Mm... and thank you. For indulging me in all of this. [He has such a shy little laugh, even when he's leaning in to brush noses together before slipping into the room.]