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Inbox: Golden Peacock
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Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.
Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.
Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.
Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.
I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.
I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.
both, depends on the atmosphere
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
neither
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
yes
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?
.05 TITS OR ASS
yes
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
both have their fine qualities
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
yes
Campaigner: ENFP-A
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Seeing him covered in Basch's seed, though, drives him wild, even with his own body falling into languid satisfaction, and he rubs the other with fanned heat, his hand sped by his own slick. It's hardly a moment before the other is arching, frozen and screaming around him and utterly, unfathomably perfect.
The tentacles retreat, caressing over him gently, guiding him into Basch's arms. For a moment he does worry the other has expired, like a rabbit so startled its heart burst. But no, he's just dazed, and its arms that anchor their warmth together, Basch murmuring nothings as he pushes Sylvain's hair from his face.
But something wasn't right. Time skipped, the ending of their encounter playing again -- and then it felt like he'd been holding Sylvain like this for hours. His brow furrowed, trying to grip the other harder, but his arms felt empty, and why was his cock hard?
He was suddenly aware of bright light, and heat on his skin. He clung to Sylvain, vulnerable and dazed in his arms, but it was no use.
Which was why the man's name was urgently on his lips when he came to, blinking into the too-bright sun. He scrabbled around, dizzy and disoriented, trying to clear his vision.
There was Sylvain, on the bench beside him, breathing and dry. A dream. It was a dream. A very...embarrassing and explicit dream.
Still, he can't help reaching out, a hand on the other's leg, yearning for the piece of that story that was cut off, the warm quiet nestling together, the protecting what was his when it was so dependent. Which reminded him that he was on the beach with a raging hard-on, but at least that Sylvain would probably laugh about. ]
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Even as he jolts up on one elbow, skin flushed and eyes wide and dark, he can feel the way his pulse races, the way he's still out of breath.
He stares at Basch, lips parted in shock as his mind tries to wrap around what had just happened. ]
Holy shit.
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Even as he's flushing, because he's got a creeping suspicion he knows what the cause was. ]
Are you alright?
[ And that need to cradle the other, make sure he comes down safely and softly, hasn't dispersed. ]
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Then again, with how strange the magic in this place was, maybe it had been. Somehow.
He licks bitten lips and swallows before managing a nod, searching Basch's face with eyes that are still too dark, pupils dilated and blown wide. ]
I... yes? Are you?
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Which...he shouldn't do. Because Sylvain is going to have every right to reject him. Maybe that's why he's doing it. One last selfish caress, because gods it will hurt if the other man really does pull back. ]
I think I owe you an apology.
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What? Why?
[ Normally he might have been able to follow that jump, but his brains are still a little scrambled here and he's definitely navigating this conversation slower than usual. ]
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I...you had the same dream? With me, and a shipwreck, and...tentacles?
[ He's so red as he says it, still cradling Sylvain, trying not to tremble at the admission. ]
I think that was my fault. I -- it's something I've fantasized about. I had no idea it would manifest anywhere outside private thoughts.
[ And...he feels like he took advantage of Sylvain. That in the dream, he wanted to take advantage. That it felt so good scares him. ]
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And then, Sylvain just... gives a quiet snort of surprised laughter before giggling. ]
And just how long have you been fantasizing about this? It's been since the bathhouse, hasn't it?
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I...yes? I'm sorry. I should have expected this place to capitalize on something like that, and I never asked your permission--
[ He buries his nose in Sylvain's hair like he could hide there. ]
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His amber eyes are warm and dancing with both affection and laughter. ]
Basch. Darling. You never have to apologize for giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. You did not take advantage of me. Trust me, you did nothing to me I wasn't aching to have you do. I might not have come up with the idea, but in case you hadn't noticed, I didn't mind it in the least. Especially if it's you, love.
[ That last snippet of affection slips out without him even realizing he'd said it, so distracted by the surge of fond amusement as he tries to make Basch stop beating himself up over a perfectly delightful dream they'd both thoroughly enjoyed. ]
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And his eyes are already widening at how thoroughly Sylvain is expressing liking Basch's ridiculous fantasy.
And then his heart skips, ears ringing as his lips part. He...did he hear that right? That's...not something he really ever expected to hear on Sylvain's lips, and the way the other is grinning at him, he's not...sure he knows he said it...
Frozen like a cornered hare, but only for a moment. The next he's surging against Sylvain, kissing him like he needs it to breathe, holding him like he had in the water, wishing for a moment he could hold him with all those extra appendages, feel all of him, keep him entirely entwined and safe and here, indefinitely. ]
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But it has him reassessing what he’d just said, unsure what had gotten him this vehement of a reaction. Surely it wasn’t just his easy acceptance of Basch’s unusual fantasy. But what else…?
He stills, realizing several seconds later what he’d said. For a moment, his mind freezes, spinning, as if it will spiral into a panic over ever confessing something like that.
But this is Basch. And if anyone would ever take that word and protect it rather than turn around and wield it as a weapon against him, it was the man wrapped around him, kissing him breathless.
Which is what has him relaxing back into that fond amusement again. But softer, this time. Almost tender, as he lifts his hands to cradle them to either side of Basch’s face. ]
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It only takes the other a moment to relax in his hold, and when he does, there's a softness there Basch has sensed before, but that has never been so forward. It makes his heart swell.
And Sylvain is entirely right in his read. The only thoughts going through Basch are how deeply he wants to protect his sweet fox and the vulnerability he's entrusted Basch with, even if it's from Basch himself being too overbearing. Right now, though, he doesn't feel worried that that's an issue.
He pulls back just a little, nuzzling against the other as a hand gently traces through his hair, his turn to laugh. ]
You know, I slipped, on your birthday, and nearly called you that. I wasn't sure if it would be welcome, but I suppose per usual my worry was for naught.
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I dunno. There was probably a 50/50 chance of it either being fine, or prompting a complete freakout. [ his lips quirk in a rueful grin, looking a little sheepish. He knows himself too well. And the things that can cause him to start panicking, often over nothing. Or just too many past ghosts. ]
Usually when that word got invoked back home - or I suspected it was about to be - that was about the time I started looking around for the nearest door. Or window.
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Shall I find you a door or window then? [ he teases, not missing the sheepishness in the admission. ]
To be clear, though, my feelings are meant as a gift, not a leash. You do not have to return them, nor do I expect anything different of you than we already have. I...suspect that was not the case in these past experiences.
[ He...does know something of words being used as ropes and subterfuge and obligation, even if he was typically caught on the earnest side of them. ]
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A leash is pretty accurate, yeah. I was considered quite the catch. Or a challenge. Between my Crest and my title, if someone managed to snag me - or ensnare me - they’d be set for life. Some sought me in ambition, in desperation, or just for the challenge of it. It’s why I so rarely ever repeated a night with the same person. It was too dangerous in forming an attachment - from either end. I didn’t want to encourage it - never met anyone that really tempted me to want to encourage it.
[ his gaze flits up to meet Basch’s once more, though. Searching his face, and then pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. ]
‘Til here, anyway. So no, no doors or windows needed. I know where they are. But for the first time… your feelings are mine. Not about my Crest or my position or my riches. That’s the biggest gift anyone’s ever given me in itself.
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[ But the way Sylvain searches him and finds what he's looking for softens Basch's expression, as do his words. It spreads warmth in him, and pride, and something else. Disbelief, acceptance. ]
I'm that much more honored you took a chance on seeing me again when we first met, little fox. And I have no interest in leashing you. I like exactly who you are, and I like seeing you happy, regardless if I am the cause.
[ It feels important to confirm that. He doesn't want this word to become a weight instead of the joy that it is. ]
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[ He smiles as he leans in to kiss the other man. Still feeling a little sheepish and self-conscious, especially speaking about topics like this. He still marveled that he'd grown so attached to Basch - and so quickly - that a conversation like this was even possible. ]
For all that this place has been a challenge, I can't bring myself to regret any of it. If only because I've met you. I never expected to find someone like you.
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That’s mutual. I had long resigned myself to only flings and being used, and feared this place was punishment for my failures at home. Now I think both are false. It is as you say. I cannot regret meeting you, and so I cannot believe this place is inherently bad or unlucky.
But — I still don’t think I expected you to feel the same. I am glad to be wrong.
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[ He gives a quiet, self-deprecating laugh at that, even as his lips quirk in a rueful smile. ]
I’d long since resigned myself to the same. This… Finding anything beyond shallow temporary pleasures was not something I even let myself consider as possible. I’m glad to be wrong.
And you, [ he adds, with a playful nip to Basch’s lower lip. ] deserve no punishment anyway.
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Unless you're the one delivering my punishment.
[ Then his grin spreads, shaking his head. ] Did you really enjoy surrendering to me that thoroughly? I should not be surprised, with your birthday and the Naked Yolk before this, but I admit I still am. And that I like having you there, tentacles or no. [ Which he doesn't quite get out without turning red. ]
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Did you think I was faking it? I assure you, I was not. I can't say it's something I would have thought to suggest, but it was far more enjoyable with you than that time in the bathhouse.
[ He doesn't specify that it was Basch himself that made it better, but he also feels that's pretty clearly implied. ]
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Not faking. Just...I didn't know how much was this place's influence.
[ He thinks now, very little.
And turns a darker shade of red, as he returns that fond kiss before admitting ] When it happened then, even in that haze, I was wishing it was me touching you. I suppose it grew from there. I -- feeling so much of you at once was certainly an experience I enjoyed.
[ And that image of ecstasy, while Sylvain clamped around every piece of him, would live dearly in his memory. ]
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I prefer it when it’s you touching me, too.