Golden Peacock: Overflow

[philancer]

[ because apparently we thirsty, yo ]

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[massochism]

[that pulls mischief back to Olivine's face, lips curled up in a half smirk of his own.]

Really, do you think I'd do that to you? I can always touch you once it's in place.

[Despite the low ache still in his belly, Olivine is quick to kneel in front of Sylvain, glancing up at him with no end of amusement in his expression. Delicate fingers curl around his cock just to lift it into place and start easing the ring down.]

[philancer]

I absolutely think you’d do that to me. You’re a bigger tease than I am. And that’s saying something, trust me.

[ His eyes darken a shade as he watches Olivine kneel down between his legs, but he holds still, even though a shiver slips through him as the other man starts to slide the ring down over the length of his cock. ]

So what do these do, exactly? Other than look pretty, I suppose?

[massochism]

I'll take that as a compliment... but it really isn't something I'd do with these. Maybe if it was myself...

[He just laughs softly, working the ring down. It's not too difficult, and his grin matches many of Sylvain's in mischief when he asks that.]

It can delay your orgasm, at least. If it stops it completely, it's probably too tight... but here, let me—

[has he been waiting patiently for this? Absolutely. Olivine's weight shifts, tongue dragging up the underside of Sylvain's cock, pressing little metal-studded kitten licks to the head of it. He had to prove Sylvain right, didn't he?]

[philancer]

Oh, fuck…

[ His hands give out and he flops back to the bed as a shudder of pleasure sweeps through him. he’d still been half-hard from earlier, but those fingers on his skin had been one thing and then the slide of that tongue, the cool glide of metal…

He’s fully hard again in a matter of moments. Olivine really is unfairly talented at being a tease. ]

[massochism]

[He learned from the best, really. Eiden still leaves him in the dust when it comes to teasing, too. At least Sylvain only has to suffer a few moments before Olivine pulls away from his cock, fingertips tracing the top of the ring.]

What do you think? Not too tight, but a lot more intense, right?

[philancer]

Yeah, you could say that.

[ He groans, cock pulsing against the restriction of the ring around its base. It hadn’t been enough to come, but it did make the pleasure feel more intense somehow. He wasn’t questioning it.

He waves a hand at the deck of cards again. ] I think that means its once more your turn.

[massochism]

[listen, what kind of tease would he be if he let Sylvain off that easy?]

Mm, are we moving on to us actually picking cards that affect us instead of the opposite now?

[It's a little funny, really. Olivine climbs to his feet anyway, picking up... well, the whole set of cards, actually. To move them to the beside table, so they don't have to walk for every one. then he lifts the top card. And... stares at it for a moment.]

... do we have something here for this...?

[settling on the bed near Sylvain, he turns the card over to let him read temperature play. This. Actually may be something that hadn't even occurred to Olivine before now.]

[philancer]

I don’t know, I lost track.

[ You might have momentarily scrambled his brain, actually. He just remembers picking up the cockring card. And the one before that? They’re starting to run together now.

But he pushes up on an elbow to take in the card and then glances around the room before catching sight of something across the way. An armchair sits there with a round table beside it. And on it is a bucket holding a bottle of wine. Getting up and peering inside, he grins when he finds it full of ice. ]

I think we can improvise. Might as well get comfy again, Oli.

[massochism]

Was that last one a little much?

[oops. Olivine doesn't even have the decency to look sheepish at that revelation, especially when he's fully aware that Sylvain is going to get him right back.

his head tilts slightly as the redhead moves, watching him move to... the table across the way. and the bucket with a bottle of wine just poking out of it. which, he reasons, is probably chilled.]

I'm already sitting on the bed, you might need to be more specific, Sylvain.

[the nickname makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy, for some reason. probably just because the only people who call him by nicknames are friends, but still. unsure exactly what Sylvain intends, he finds himself a little excited, more than a little curious. settling back a little on his arms, the priest shifts his weight, putting himself neatly on display again. rude, really.]

[philancer]

Being difficult now, are we?

[ Laughter bright in his eyes, he plucks up a couple of ice cubes and carries them back over to where Oli is perched in the bed. Reaching out with his free hand, he gives the man a nudge to lay him back on his back once more before climbing up to straddle his hips. It has his own ringed cock - still hard, of course - resting against Olivine’s stomach as he leans over the other man with a smirk.

And of course aims for the one place he knows Olivine is already extremely sensitive.

The ice cube trails lightly over flushed skin as he slowly circles one of the man’s nipples with it - not close enough to touch, he keeps a slight distance for now, but he knows the cold will be an abrupt sensation to Oli’s sensitive skin. ]

[massochism]

How is it difficult to make sure I'm doing what you want~?

[Olivine lets himself be pushed back easily, peering up at Sylvain as the other straddles his hips, the heat of his cock pulling a sharp breath from Olivine's lips.

He opens his mouth to say something, all that escapes a sort of mangled yelp as ice travels over his skin, cooling and reddening heated flesh.]

Ah—sylv... mmnh...

[He keeps a little distance, but it does nothing to keep his nipples from growing even harder, fingers digging into the bedsheets. As his body shifts, gaze hot and needy, he shudders.]

Nnghaah... c-cold... but it feels like fire...

[philancer]

Not difficult at all, when it’s you.

[ Sylvain chuckles at that, watching Olivine’s reaction with a smile. He doesn’t mind the way the other man writhes up against him, either, even though he keeps himself firmly seated on Oli’s hips, keeping him relatively pinned in place against the bed.

He still doesn’t let the ice brush directly over the nipple - or the piercing there 0 but instead lets it drift against heated skin to circle around the other nipple in much the same way as he had the first one. ]

Mmmm. I think you like this one. I’m going to have to remember it.

[massochism]

[shuddering, Olivine exhales a little laugh as Sylvain speaks. Of course he likes it... but then, his tastes are already so broad.]

It's just... intense, nngh... my nipples—I want to be touched more... please, Sylvain.

[His nipples ache nicely, pebbled up from the cold, and there's no relief to be found as Sylvain circles one, then the other. One hand extricates itself from the sheets to follow along Sylvain's torso, warm and pleading. It's not enough. Not nearly.]

[philancer]

Touched how, Olivine?

[ That smirk is lingering in his tone as he drags out the torment in ways the priest seems to love, even as it makes him shiver and beg.

Another slow circle of that ice cube before he lets it drift up over one of those nipples at last. Clinking softly against the metal of his piercing. ]

Like this? Or somewhere else?

[massochism]

Syl—

[Olivine yelps as ice clinks against his piercing, hips rising up into the redhead's and head tilting to one side.]

Haah... not like that—I want your fingers. My chest so cold... [he would truly be more convincing if he wasn't practically purring the words, wouldn't he.] The heat would feel so good, nngaah...

[philancer]

Cold, hmm?

Maybe this will help.

[ he should probably be worried about the smirk now audible in Sylvain’s voice - although the redhead doesn’t give him much time before he’s closing his lips around one of those pebbled nipples and sucking it into wet heat, surrounding the sensitive skin and laving over it with his tongue. ]

[massochism]

[should he be, when he practically asked for it? between the heat and the clamps, the press of Sylvain's tongue, he practically howls at the searing pleasure of it. fingers tangle in his hair, squirming hips kept in check by the weight on them, and his voice is thin and breathy when he manages words again.]

Sylvain—! Ah, h-hot...

[fuck, it's enough to almost make him feel dizzy.]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just smirks as he holds Olivine exactly where he is, not moving his mouth away. Loving the way he squirms and shudders beneath him. His teeth close around that nipple, biting down before tugging at the flesh again. Letting that heat sink into skin that had been so chilled a moment before.

And, just for fun, he lets that ice cube slide over the other nipple, just to keep that sharp contrast going.

He wanted to give the full experience of temperature play, after all. ]

[massochism]

[really, it's unfair. Sylvain's name slips from Olivine's lips in some sort of mantra, heat and chill warring across his skin. it feels like that sensation spreads farther than it ought to, considering the narrow focus of the ice cube over his other nipple.

predictably, he can't focus on words in the moment. fingers tug harder at the redhead's hair but they're encouraging, not trying to pull him away. in contrast, his body moves against the ice in fits, shifting away from the sudden sensations before almost shying back.

the priest is most certainly getting that full experience, to say the least, cock throbbing where it's pressed between them.]

Nngh... more... I... [he mumbles the words, thoughts and wants both disjointed and broken. more what? he doesn't know. it doesn't matter. all he needs is just more, of whatever Sylvain gives him.]

[philancer]

[ He could be cruel and release him, immediately jump onto the next card’s challenge instead, but he’s enjoying this reaction. Olivine is so sensitive and Sylvain could spend hours watching those expressions play out across his face. Those pleading whimpers slip free from his lips.

He’s greedy and wants more, of all of it, just as much as Olivine does.

Which is why he indulges them both instead. By switching his mouth to the other nipple, skin now pebbled from the ice as he closes his lips and sucks the sensitive skin into wet heat. And lets the ice cube now slide over the other newly-freed nipple. ]

[massochism]

[he's going to regret his decision to choose six, isn't he. doubly so as Sylvain doubles down on his current teasing, swapping searing heat with aching cold on his oh-so-sensitive nipples. honestly, Olivine is almost surprised he makes it through the shift without hitting his peak altogether.]

Ha-aagh! [it's a little painful, and that's all for the better as far as the priest is concerned. panting, his tongue slips past his lips, lids lilting all but closed as he squirms in place.] Hurts... fuck, I— [he needs a second to find focus, fingers trembling where they still hold firm.] I'm going to come again if you keep going—

[maybe he should be a little more embarrassed by that, all things considered. he's not, though, not in the slightest.]

[philancer]

And here I was worried it might be too much.

[ His voice is a purr as he murmurs the words around Olivine’s nipple. He holds the other man pinned in place and then deliberately rocks his hips down to grind their arousals together - his is still achingly hard because of the cock ring in place, but he can feel how frenzied it’s driving Olivine, the extreme sensations stimulating against sensitive nerves and flesh.

He feels him struggling to squirm and holds him pinned, giving him the sensation to struggle against at the same tie, even as he makes sure there’s no time for the other man to find his focus just yet. Switching between ice and heat even as he rocks their hips together, grinding down against the other man as he squirms, caught between the sensations. ]

[massochism]

Too much—mmnh! How c-could it be?

[too much would really be just enough for Olivine, probably. Regardless, he groans louder as their hips rock together, his searching for something, anything. More, just to take him beyond that edge again.

The ice does a fine job of that though, coupled with Sylvain's mouth as he grinds their hips together. Warm desperation cloaks him in a haze, and as he marvels at the sensation of that ringed cock against his skin, and he could almost laugh at how easily he's distracted.

It doesn't help him to hold back any, every sensation driving him to toe that edge until he's falling over it again, abruptly and sharply. Fingers tug and knead at soft hair and scalp, absent and instinctive as he's dragged through yet another orgasm. ... they're going to be an absolute mess by the end of this, aren't they.]

[philancer]

[ They certainly are. An excuse to visit the bathhouse, maybe? What could possibly go wrong with that.

Sylvain smiles as he watches Olivine spill again, pulling back to slowly siwl his tongue around one pebbled nipple, even as he trails what’s left of the melting ice cube down Olivine’s side. ]

And here I was just thinking I should try giving you a blowjob with an ice cube next. Just to see how that would feel. Mmm. Maybe next time? [ He tacks on, wickedly. ]

[massochism]

[Olivine might actually die if they go to the bathhouse after all this... it would be worth it though.

He's even more sensitive now, in any case, body arching as cold trails over his side and wet heat swirls against a nipple, cheeks deeply red.]

I feel like... haah... that might be a little bad for your mouth... [He huffs a little laugh; of course he's still worried about the other's safety, even if his own feels less worrisome.] But... it would be interesting to feel...

[There's surely some way to do it safely. Olivine's fingers trail down to cup Sylvain's cheek, just watching him there, face perched above his chest as he is.]

What now...? I don't think we can reach the cards like this.

[well, Sylvain might be able to, with them now on the nearby table. But still!]