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Inbox: Golden Peacock
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25 / male / yes / 7♦️
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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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I don’t want to watch.
[ As denials go, that wasn’t really convincing. And more petulant than anything else. It was also a lie - he had clearly been fine watching everyone a moment before - or even watching now, eyes still latched onto the movement of Basch’s hand wrapped around his cock. But also, with the way he still squirmed, it was clear that ‘watching’ wasn’t going to keep him occupied for long. ]
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What do you want, pet?
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But that stubbornness, despite cracking from the heat, hasn’t caved yet. And he doesn’t even know what’s safe to ask for. Not yet, especially not here. Nothing was as it seemed, as he’d expected it to be. he thought going out would give him opportunities, a way of escape.
Instead, he was dressed in a way that showed off everything he wished to keep out of sight. His refusal of the leash had only put him a more precarious position. And anyone he might have asked for help had turned out to be an even bigger threat than the man who now owned him.
It felt like every choice he made just dug him deeper and deeper into this hole and nothing made sense anymore.
Especially when his own body kept craving the very last things he should want, with a growing hunger that was getting harder and harder to ignore. ]
I don’t want anything.
[ That was definitely a lie. And a petulant one, at that. ]
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That would seem to be a lie.
[ He sighs, though, rising from their seat, hand still lazily on his own cock. If he stays here much longer, he's going to break his own rule and touch Sylvain first. ]
But you are entitled to deny yourself. I, however, will not be.
[ He turns toward the room, eyes searching, and nods at another pair, the pet on his knees at the owner's entrance, one hand on her breast. Teasing a man the way he's sure Sylvain wants to be feels like an effective way to put even more ideas in the man's head. ]
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It has his eyes widening, a pulse of heat deep within him throbbing as he imagined his own mouth around Basch’s cock this time. Different from what they’d done before, but something in him suddenly craved it with such a fierceness he was dizzy with it.
Jumping to his feet, he staggers in his haste to stop Basch from leaving and ends up all but tripping into his back again, fingers coming to clutch at his shirt to keep him from moving away any further. ]
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He turns back around, dislodging Sylvain's grip only so one hand can catch his waist and the other can cradle under his chin, hunger and softness both blooming on his face. He sees the want there, the fear and the hunger and, dare he say it, the budding of trust. ]
I won't leave if you don't want me to, pet. Not ever. [ His voice is low, soothing even. But he is aroused, and he can't help letting the hand at Sylvain's jaw trace down his neck and chest, tweaking the chain at his nipples. ]
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And then his other hand is sliding over Sylvain’s skin, from his jaw down over his throat and chest, only to pause and tug at the chain dangling from his piercings. The jolt of sharp sensation is enough to have his body arcing closer, pressed into Basch as his breath escapes him in a whimper. Eyes going dark and dilated at the sharp pleasure of that tug. The feeling of Basch pressed along the line of his body.
It wasn’t enough, and suddenly that stubbornness that left him aching didn’t feel worth the cost, either. Still, his voice comes out as only a breathy whimper as he surrenders to it. ]
Please…
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He's so flushed, and so beautiful. It doesn't matter that he's the larger man; right now he's entirely curled in Basch's arms, surrendered to his steering and that's something he takes seriously. ]
I'm yours whenever you ask [ he murmurs, sliding his finger across the chain, listening to those lovely reactions. ] Do you want to give or receive?
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[ He’s still very bad at voicing things like that. Or even making such decisions. He’s not far enough in just yet that thinking about such things won’t make him start to panic all over again.
Especially when Basch’s fingers are still teasing him, keeping him distracted, making it difficult to think. But part of him doesn’t want to think, either. ]
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How about you tell me to stop if something is too much? I will not press or question; that is always your choice.
[ He tugs lightly on the chain again, other hand still on Sylvain's wait, both bringing the other man closer so he can kiss hungrily against his mouth. Still, he remains vigilant for any sign this actually isn't welcome. ]
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And then the man’s mouth is on his and anything he might have responded is lost as he arches into the heat he offers. Lips parted and mouth hungry as he leans int that kiss, moan muffled against Basch’s lips as his fingers curl in the front of the man’s shirt now, clinging to him. ]
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And again when the other kisses back so hungrily. Words aren't going to be the way they operate, then; that's fine. Basch is learning too. Being clung to like this, desperately kissed...he's going to get addicted. He's going to love prying this closed-off man open and then spoiling him rotten. And teasing him all the while.
What that does mean, though, is Basch is fully leading. Sylvain has made that clear by his inability to answer.
So, as he kisses the other, tongue pressing demandingly into mouth and teeth scraping lips -- he slowly turns them back to the bench, until he can lower himself back down. ]
You're going to be a good pet tonight then [ he murmurs between kisses, pulling the chain harder as his hand roves up the other's back. ] And please me with your mouth, and then when you're good an hot and dying for release, you'll sit in my lap and let me take care of you.
[ He's judging, too, if Sylvain is relaxed enough yet for this. ]
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When Basch sinks back down to the bench, Sylvain would have followed him even without the tug to the chain dangling from his piercings - he didn’t want to give up the taste of Basch’s mouth yet. Although that sharp pull draws a cry from his reddening lips, breath coming in harsher pants now.
Basch’s words send a flush of heat surging through him, arousal mixed with that lingering hint of shame as his will crumbles completely. Because he craved that, even if he absolutely shouldn’t. It has him dropping to his knees in front of the other man - partially in response to that sharp tug and partially because… he was just that damn eager to do exactly what Basch described.
Relaxed wasn’t the right word just yet, but he was certainly hungry for what the man described. ]
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You fight so hard, little one. Isn't giving in sweeter, when there's always a prize waiting for you?
[ He doesn't expect an answer, but it's part of the slow shift he's aiming for. Even so, he spreads his legs wider so Sylvain can position more effectively, arching his pelvis forward to gently brush the head of his cock against the other's lips. ]
Gods I am weak to see myself in that pretty mouth of yours. I suspect it's talented in more ways than you've already shown me. And wearing what you thought I'd find attractive? Truly I am spoiled tonight.
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Maybe he does. That’s all cloudy at the moment. Distant and unimportant. What’s more important is that growing need to taste him, to feel him press into his mouth. To drown out his thoughts once more, because giving in last time had been sweeter, but Basch didn’t have his stubbornness nearly so tamed yet.
So he doesn’t answer - doesn’t even pay the words themselves all that much attention just now. The tone of Basch’s voice in his ears is all the encouragement he needs as he leans forward to lap at the head of Basch’s cock with an eager tongue, tasting the salt on his skin and moaning wantonly with want for more. ]
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He gasps openly, grip tightening reflexively as Sylvain so eagerly meets his head with his tongue. His moan vibrates through Basch, causing his hips to rock in response. ]
You are so good, pet [ he murmurs, remembering how well Sylvain responded to praise the last time. Right now, he doesn't think too hard on why, but it's something that hasn't been hard to piece together; his pet was not treated right in his prior life. ] You were worth acquiring at any price.
[ A truth he doubts Sylvain will believe for a very long time, but no harm in laying the ground work. ]
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Combined with the praise Basch gives him, it’s easy to tune everything else out. Forget how angry and afraid he was with all this uncertainty, the loss of all control over… everything, really. Those thoughts are already drifting away, no longer holding any focus, not when Sylvain gives in to the hunger growing in him.
It had been since Basch had first shown up today, and every order, every tease, had only awakened it more. And what was left… well the faint spice in the air had muted that enough that it seemed unimportant now. Not when Basch’s words evoked a desire to be a good pet for him. His words, his praise, even his movements, deepening his hold on the other man. Letting it seep into him, just as his commands had earlier. Thickening, becoming more real, more prominent.
Combined with the magic in the collar and everything else being wound about him, Sylvain gave in easier this time - would continue to do so with repetition, even though he doesn’t realize it. In the moment? All that matters is the sound of pleasure in Basch’s praise, in the tone of his voice, and the way he guides Sylvain into giving him exactly what he wants of him. ]
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It relaxes him, too, that he doesn't need to be so careful managing Sylvain now. That he can enjoy it back. He hopes, eventually, they can be companions too, but now he will take this gladly. This is already going much better than he feared it might. ]
That's it. Indulge yourself. You've wanted this, hmm?
[ His fingers trail along that collar, tracing up Sylvain's jaw to brush the lips around his cock, before burying in his hair, tugging pleasantly. ]
How hard you're going to be, when it's your turn. I can't wait to hear you beg.
[ And, carefully, he rolls his hips again, seeing how Sylvain will take it, moaning openly at how good the other feels. ]
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The soft whimpers and moans Basch's touch draw from him are muffled, especially when the man rocks his hips, pressing in deeper and choking off the sounds. He fumbles a little, as if caught by surprise, but he adapts quickly, as if greedy for more.
He's already hard, despite his cock being untouched. That doesn't seem to matter, in the moment. Not with Basch's cock in his mouth, his hands on his skin, his soft praises crooned in his ears. The ring feels all too tight around the base now and he shifts, squirming on his knees. ]
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He scratches gently against Sylvain's scalp before getting a firmer grip on the other's hair, preparing to guide them both. ]
It seems your mouth is full, little pet. So tap me twice for me to pause, and three times if you want me to withdraw. Tap me once if you agree and twice if you don't.
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That, too, was a long way right now. unimportant and forgotten - for this surely would have familiar disappointment and disgust flaring in his father's eyes, followed swiftly by that quick temper he'd so often been on the wrong end of. Ironic, when he was the one who had carved the ideals of control and composure into his son.
He's not aware of Basch's thoughts in this moment, though. Isn't aware of where the arousal, the want, comes from, only that it has, and it's deep and hungry and all-encompassing. He sinks deeper into it as those fingers scratch against his scalp, making him melt against the other man as he tries to take him deeper.
He almost ignores the words entirely, but there's an order in there, enough of one that the magic's grip draws him to it, directing his focus enough to give a single tap to Basch's thigh. Amber eyes flick up to meet the man's gaze, pupils dark and blown wide, and his tongue slides along the underside of the man's cock again, as if in impatience. ]
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And it made his breath come heavier, being at once master and protector, pushing to spaces that were taboo and yet also somehow safe. Feeling entirely in control and yet necessary to be aware and careful. And he's absolutely weak to how deep the others hunger comes, a tidal wave after unshakeable restraint.
He hopes to not use the order magic someday soon, but right now he's glad for it, getting the part of consent he needs. So that when those eyes meet his, lost to want, Basch can drink them back just as greedily, a hand stroking along that perfect jaw as he breathes out. ]
Gods you are a perfect sight. Pleasure me, pet. Take what you want, fast or slow. Make me moan.
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Even if he might deny it, were his mind not hazed over with heat and want, he does want this. Eagerly leans into the permission and order both, hungry as he takes Basch's cock deeper into wet heat. And whether or not Basch moans at the sensation, Sylvain certainly does, dark lashes sliding closed again over hazy eyes as he bends to the task. Head bobbing as Basch's cock presses against his tongue, deeper still, until he feels him pressed snug against the back of his throat, muscles working around him.
He has no idea how skilled he is at this - that part doesn't exactly coincide with his understanding in this setting - but it's there all the same. The eagerness and familiarity of the movements, of Basch's length pressing into his throat as he swallows around him. Hungry for more, and ever push just seems to fan that hunger higher. ]
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Beautiful [ he murmurs. the sound. The sight. The want and surrender. And Basch is aware how skilled the other is, some strange mix of familiarity and delight. Like they were made for this, together. Like Sylvain wants him in a way neither of them fully grasps.
Well, he wants Sylvain too. Wants this shared indulgence.
He tangles fingers in Sylvain's hair, encouraging more than guiding; the other doesn't need much guidance. But it sends fresh heat through him, to keep the other locked onto him, encouraging a pace, holding him where he wants. One leg edges so his foot can brush the other's thigh, wanting all of him in an impossible way. ]
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The sounds he makes are muffled around the cock pressing deep into his mouth, into his throat, as muscles work to accommodate him, swallowing around him. It blocks his airway in short, choking swallows, but he relishes it, revels in it. His mind is blissfully blank and quiet - something he didn't even know was possible. It's a release and a freedom all it's own. To not be him, to be something else, something new. Pliable and molded by the man he leans into, by the steady guiding hand in his hair.
Basch's foot nudges against his thigh and he unconsciously spreads his legs a little wider for him in response, whimpering in need before the sound chokes off around the man's cock again. Skin flushed and trembling, eyes dark and hazy and unfocused. His bound cock jolts in its restraint - so close to that nudge but not close enough to touch, only be teased with the promise of it, when he aches to be touched with a desperation that leaves him breathless and dizzy. ]
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