Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

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For Edelgard

[bardische]

[ from here ]

As have you, [ he agrees, his smile warm as her hands settle in his. If she is inexperienced, it is not something he registers as odd. She seems younger than him, for one, and for another he is used to women of aristocratic background being deeply careful with their attentions.

He does notice the hand on his neck, and that the stiff formality of it softens some. She is comfortable, and he is glad. His own mouth was set to stay even, but he finds his lips shifting softly to meet hers in the breath before she pulls back, his own face lingering near hers as he still supports her hands.

He would be glad to see her again, he realized. Whether she wished to kiss him or simply to walk beside someone to pass the uneasy time. ]

It has genuinely been a delight, my Lady.

[crestsidestory]

[ Her expression softens, her face still somewhat warm, and the smile she gives him now is much closer to genuine than most smiles that have crossed her face today. ]

You may call me Edelgard. I am under the distinct impression that titles matter little here.

[ Just a bit belatedly, she frees his hand. ]

If you are as aimless as I am now that this game is over, would you like to accompany me for a while?

[ Having allies in this place is necessary, she thinks, and he has just proven himself the best candidate she has met so far. ]

[bardische]

Basch, and I suspect you are correct.

[ He also suspects she has a much loftier title, but he understands the desire to meet as people and not as duties for the pockets that life allows, and so he neither presses it noroffes his own rank.

She releases his hand and his smile wavers; alas, he will miss her company.

Or -- not? Is it a mistake to join her, in the event this place pushes them to stronger intimacy? Perhaps it is already working, for the idea of pleasant company provided and received has a greater pull than staying wary. That, or his time with the pirate's ragtag crew made him weaker than he had been before his journey. ]

I would gladly join you, L-- Edelgard.

[ The device at his wrist chimes and buzzes. He glances at it, a small number appearing. ]

The house agrees we have finished here.

[crestsidestory]

Basch. [ Her smile, though small, lingers. ] I am pleased to have met you.

[ As the band around his wrist chimes she looks down first at it and then at her own, which quickly echoes his. It's somehow both reassuring and vaguely uncomfortable to know that their effort paid off quickly. ]

We are monitored well, aren't we.

[ Leading the way to the door, she steps through it and holds it open for him to follow her. She lowers her voice slightly, not certain of how serious to be this: ]

I suppose we should be careful in this corridor. We may risk being ushered into another room and another game.

for Tighnari

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch lets out a sound that's equal parts surprise and undeniable pleasure, his body going rigid for a moment before he melts into the warm touch at his jaw and welcoming kiss that is in no way strictly polite. His hands graze Tighnari's sides before settling a little more firmly, letting the other guide how long he'd like this interaction to last.

Regardless, his already heightened pulse quickens.]

[veardant]

[ tighnari can't help the way his mouth curves in a little smile, but he's sure to try not to overstay his welcome - after a few moments spent enjoying the kiss, tighnari breaks away from it with a soft breath. ]

Apologies.

[ he murmurs, his face warm. ]

I suppose I got a little carried away.

[bardische]

[ Tighnari may apologize, but Basch gets the distinct impression he is not sorry at all. ]

No apology needed. I have enjoyed our time together. I am glad you have too.

[ Which is...about as flirty as this knight is capable of, even as he stares a little breathlessly. When he was young, others enjoyed teasing or flustering him, and he suspects that is all this is. It does not make him uncomfortable as it did then, perhaps because there is no victory in it, just companionable warmth. ]

for Sylvain

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch shudders as that thigh presses up between his legs, his moan hardly tempered, even as he knows others will hear. Maybe because of it. There's some level of guilt still gripping him, until the undeniable press of an equally eager arousal digs into his hip.

Ah, well, that changes things. He sighs out relief and deep, longing want, even as Sylvain's breath reaches his ear. It's -- so much to try to hold at once, too many feelings, too much that he wants and should not want so openly.

It's so much easier, though, to be presented clearly with options that the other likes. He licks his lip, swallowing as he nods. ]

Ask me again after.

[ Easier, than being too eager. And should whatever this is subside with the leash, it is an out for him. But -- much as he wants to deny it, he knows the leash has not brought this on. Greased the wheels, loosed his tongue, given him a push of boldness, but this is rooted in him, and now that someone clearly wants him, that shame turns to pure desirous heat. Especially because Sylvain has done this before and wants him for it now.

Still pinned, he bites the inside of his cheek -- gods forgive him -- and lets himself grind back against Sylvain's leg, hip catching that rigid heat. ]

Thanks for the move!

[philancer]

Mmm. Good answer.

[ There’s a smile in hive voice, underlying the quiet praise, and that curve of his lips deepens when Basch rocks against his thigh, chasing the friction offered there. The hand not gripping the leash and still holding it taut, lifts so he can tangle fingers in the man’s hair, tipping his head towards him and a moment later, he leans in to capture his lips in a rough, demanding kiss.

He knows what he’s doing, is accustomed to controlling the situation unfolding around him and he hardly minds it. Not when he’d felt the way Basch had relaxed against him when he’d narrowed down those choices. When he’d shown him that he could have what he wanted and Sylvain would happily give it. And he’d have to be blind to not be enjoying this back, watching the flush spread along the man’s skin as he hesitantly starts chasing what he wants. Or asking for it, in some cases.

In Sylvain’s mind, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here in the first place, so there’s no hesitation in him as he plunders Basch’s mouth with a hungry kiss, keeping him pinned in place while his fingers tighten their grip in the man’s hair. Positioning him just how he wanted, so the man would get the most out of the sensations created by it. The demand to surrender, and the freedom that came with such an act. ]

Re: Thanks for the move!

[bardische]

[ O-oh. He had not anticipated how much he wanted to please his keeper. He hardly has time to savor the odd sensation, because there's blissful tension in his hair and that mouth is absolutely plundering his.

He moans deeper, one of his hands splaying across Sylvain's back to encourage the pressure of his arousal to grind against him, Even as his hips shudder. He can hardly move, pinned and overwhelmed like this, and finally, finally it lets his mind short out into blissful surrender.

This isn't the first time he's done this either, but it's always been in secret, with someone he ought not partner with given their duties. It's freeing, too, that this costs them nothing.

The fingers tighten in his hair, sending shivers through him. He lets his want channel into his kiss, far hungrier than he's let his voice betray. The pressure at his neck only makes it richer, a reminder he is both wanted and at his partner's mercy. ]

for Aerith

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ He's glad his simple act of deferential respect pleases her. He, too, knows the desire to help and fill, but he's so unused to it being turned on him, even after weeks with the unending attempts by his odd companions at home. Her soft touch almost stings, a mounting debt he wants to pay back tenfold.

And she is so beautiful. Her hand on his face is gentle but firm, giving him permission and command to look. If that is how he can serve her, so be it, and he lets the awe show on his face, his breathing coming more heavily. The idea of her climbing into his lap and having her way with him flits across his mind, but he barely has time to consider it before she's draping her thigh across his, warm and strong, her weight balanced on him and gods he wants more, wants to have to support both of them as she makes it harder and harder for him.

Again she teases him, asking him to choose. He's thankful for the suggestions of what she likes, wanting to make this good for her. His hands come more firmly to the thick flesh of her thighs, tracing over her skin and up against the dips of the harness on her skin, then come to trace the warm, heavy flesh of her breasts, skating over the floral appliqués before he cups each in a large hand, gently but firmly massaging her around the straps, his hips jutting slightly in want.

He could lift her so easily, place her somewhere and take her however she wished. That makes it that much hotter that she has him utterly pinned with little more than a thigh and a few fingers. And of course, the collar, reminding him he is, for now, her charge. ]

Does this please, my Lady?

[fallen_cetra]

[It was getting to be a struggle to keep her expression gentle and calm. The way he looked at her made her want to melt into him and kiss him breathless, it had been so, so long since anyone had looked at her like that. Basch was heartbreakingly handsome in that moment, and she wanted more. To see whatever lay beneath the hurt and the guilt flourish into what he must have been, once. Whatever it took to see him confident and commanding, a proper flame instead of this weak flicker as he struggled.

So she allows herself to be noisy, where she was used to stifling any emotional outbursts aside from her laughter. When he brings himself to touch her she croons encouragement, shifting to meet his hands wherever he let them roam. A little shiver went through her as his hands settle on her thighs, her mind happily giving her what it might feel like to have him grip her by the hips and pull her down. The warmth of his palms against her breasts draws out a happy moan as she gets a better look at how big his hands actually are.

Maybe she can convince him to lift her off her feet, press her into the bedding as if she weighed nothing. Where these wild thoughts of being tossed around by him were coming from she wasn't sure, but she was absolutely going to save them for later. Once she saw how confident he could be.]

It does, Basch, thank you. You're doing so well for me.

[The hand under his chin shifted, no longer needing to force his gaze up, but now she cradled his face, thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. Sighing happily, her next words came out as something close to a purr.]

You can pinch them a little, I won't mind. I'll probably like it, you know.

[bardische]

[ He isn't expecting the sounds, and his eyes widen slightly, sound catching in his own throat, as if his body remembers he is supposed to match in this, even if his heart is guarded. He wants more of it, especially as that pleased look grows increasingly less guarded and more wanting. It feels...good to give her that. And shamefully good to feel worthy of that, even as he feels guilty that he's somehow tricked her, or that he doesn't deserve this reprieve.

you're doing so well for me

A sob bubbles in his throat but he clamps it down. That's a thing people say in these situations. And he will not put his burden on her. Even if it's been years since someone touched his cheek so tenderly.

What he will do is take that suggestion, on of his hands shifting to trace closer to her nipple, applying firmer pressure there. The other grips and massages more firmly. If he weren't already hard as a sword, the mix of praise and the perfect way her breasts fit in his palms would be contributing. ]

You could sit across my leg, Lady, or I could give you my hand.

[ She'll need increased pressure soon, to keep her heat escalating, and the idea of feeling her cunt fluttering with want is enough to make him ache for her. If she didn't have these appliques, he'd put her breast in his mouth, but as it is, he isn't sure what to do with them. ]

for Olivine

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch wouldn't disagree. His life had been so full of hollowness; anything else was a luxury, and that's not what he was built for. ]

One needs hope to survive, but too much can be as poisonous as none.

[ His gaze is far away, his fists tightening. But it passes. He's always been soothed by those who can live that way; that's the world he fights for, the people he wants to protect.

Olivine may be less naive than he appears; Basch is more. Years in prison and on the run have eroded already weak social awareness, and so he is unabashedly surprised when Olivine so earnestly accepts his offer. ]

Privacy would not be remiss.

[ He doesn't really want to don the terrible t-shirt he's been provided with, but clean clothing and a quiet space are some of the luxuries he has come to cherish, and there is no doubt he's growing hungry. ]

Basch. [ That name is not a danger here, an odd thing to consider. ] Good to meet you.

[massochism]

... An important fact to remember, surely.

[ah, but those words say more than not, and Olivine can't help but commiserate the feeling. an abundance of hope is a poison, true... but he doesn't need to lecture this man about it. not here and now, in the middle of the baths at least.]

We're in agreement, then.

[privacy shouldn't be too hard to find, at least—he's sure his erstwhile bedmate is long gone, so there's always the room he woke up in if they can't find anywhere else.]

A pleasure, Basch. Even under the circumstances. [with all other thoughts summarily thrown out, Olivine approaches the taller man, slow and unobtrusive.] Do you have a place in mind? We can stop to redress our clothes on the way, of course, but beyond that...

[beyond that, the choices are many. ]

lmao i changed my mind

[bardische]

[ Olivine is...beautiful. It strikes Basch more in the way he carries himself. Someone confident and at ease. Balthier has that, when he's not showing off. But Olivine is softer, inviting. It makes him easy to look at, easy to talk to. ]

I'd meant to get new clothing after this. Perhaps after, one of the fireplaces they have set up across the building?

[ They were private, cozy, not so unsettling for him as some of the more futuristic materials and styles. ]

for Eiden

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ He supposes that's true. Balthier and Fran had said something similar.

He's startled as Eiden moves closer. If anything, he ought to be serving the other. But -- there's something he recognized in that set gaze. A need to be of service, and so he nods, once, willing himself to stay relaxed. ]

I suppose that's a fair way to look at it. And returning rested would be a boon.

[ There's so much ahead of him, and his body could use the time to keep healing. Eiden may notice that, despite his physique, he's laced with scars and is thinner than his bone structure suggests. He could do to eat more and sleep more. ]

You're skilled at this. [ An observation, more than a complimet. Was Eiden someone this was easy for? It never had been for Basch. ]

[silicone]

[ he does indeed take notice of this, letting his eyes rove his body for a moment and then nudges him softly. ]

C'mon, turn around and rest your arms on the edge of the bath, let me try and work some of this tension out of you... okay? And if you don't like it, you tell me. I'll stop right away.

[ his hands guide, gently, reading for any discomfort, but trying to give him his most open expression. eiden isn't disingenuous, rather, he just... has a big heart. there's something in basch's eyes that reminds eiden a bit of, well, that's a story for another time. he shakes his head a little to clear himself of his thoughts that are getting in the way of focusing his actions on him. basche is an incredibly good-looking guy, though he could perhaps use a few good meals. ]

I've just had a lot of practice. I like taking care of other people when I can. There's not much else I'm really good at otherwise.

[ his hands sweep downwards slowly, along his spine, knuckles pressing in against muscles with care, trying to find any particularly tense knots, passing over him with his palms with heated bath water to make sure he stays warm. ]

[bardische]

[ He feels himself being observed. Shame turns his head. Normally, he does not care, not past wanting to escape someone thrusting food on him or shrinking from his wounds. But now he feels...tired. Worn past his expiration date.

Disappointing.

But he still, deeply, wants to please Eiden, wants to be of some use. That's easier to think about than how kind and disarming the younger man is. So he obliges, bracing himself over the edge. ]

Taking care of others is always an undervalued skill [ Basch rumbles, eye-lids heavy despite himself. Eiden is good a this, or perhaps its just been years since anyone touched him with any kindness. He shifts a little, wincing at old pains, but he can feel the tension melting away in the warmth of Eiden and the bath. ]

Were that more of our leaders had it, more kingdoms and households would prosper. They are always the people most important to protect if you wish to rebuild a community.

@ hilda

[bardische]

[ From here ]

[ He's going to protest -- he wants to touch her more than he wants to be touched, except she's climbing over him with so much confidence that he moans, cock jerking. His hands come to trace her sides, breathing in sharply as she raises her ass up in his face. ]

Hilda--

[ But he's rendered speechless as the sensation driving him mad is joined by her tongue. His whole body arches, fingers digging into her, and he cries out louder than he means. Gods he wants her, her calloused hands, her gorgeous, strong body, her strangely luscious hair. His hands move to her ass, meaning to massage and tease her, but his next moan turns to a whimper, trying to keep his hips from bucking up into her. ]

Gods, Hilda, you feel...incredible...

[theidlemaiden]

[ If she could preen the moment his body reacts to her, she would have. But as it stands her mouth is a little too preoccupied and there was no desire or trace of a thought in her mind that she'd stop from pleasuring him now. Not when he sounded so good and so sweet. The feeling of strong hands digging into her ass earns her own muffled keen around his length. Her back arches and her hips buck up slightly into them apparently possessing zero restraint to do the thing Basch is trying to stop himself from doing.

Her cheeks hollow out as she continues to bob up and down working him with her tongue and her hands keeping her pace steady as she savours the taste of him It's not hard to figure out that he's trying to stop himself from using her mouth the way she wants him to. The miniscule twitches of his thighs that she has a front row seat to are a clear indication of that. A hand dances lightly down, cupping his sack as his shaft leaves her mouth with a pop. Her lips hover just above his head, tongue teasing him and wondering what exactly it would take. Maybe it would be more teasing. Or maybe it would be slowly taking the length of him until he hit the back of her throat. ]

[bardische]

[ Whatever notion he'd had that she wasn't experienced is gone. She's incredible, and it's taking all of his restraint not to fuck into her. He gasps as she arches back into his hands, as worked up by that pleasure at his own touch as he is at the mouth at his cock.

Her hand comes around his sack, her mouth retreating to tease his head, and he whimpers, finally letting himself rock. ]

Please. I want to take you. I want to finish inside you and feel you around me.

[ Have their fluids and scents mixed up, know she's his and he is hers and that they are a mated pair. ]

If you...keep going like that...I'm going to fuck you back. [ It's a plea as much as a warning, hips jerking as he suggests it, his hands still kneading her ass.

@ olivine

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ That gets a genuine chuckle from Basch. He...should have put that together sooner. ] Then I will remind you that I appreciate your efforts more often. And what you have naturally.

[ Somehow, Basch had not connected that Olivine was going to connect their talking to their play, and as his brain processes that the scenario Olivine spins is accompanied by the sound of disrobing, his breath grows audibly shallower, body eagerly remembering their many times together.

He's right; Basch is sitting straight as a timber tree, shifting now that is body is starting to react. And he's not expecting Olivine's words at all, nearly speechless with them. ]

I ... have never worn anything like that by intention, but I'd enjoy exploring it with you. [ He takes a breath, pushing the edges of his discomfort. ] Let's...pretend I'm wearing one now. And that while my vines delicately unwrapped you, I got close enough for you to touch, and you only discovered them when your hands slid under my shirt.

[ His voice has dropped to little more than a whisper, slow and deep. Like when he reads. He's better at this than he thinks, maybe because of the thousands of pages of romances he's read out loud. ] Would you leave them unseen, or would you try to disrobe me for a better view?

[massochism]

[He really isn't expecting the change in Basch's voice. All of the awkwardness filters out, and he's abruptly sure that this was a fine idea for them both. Leading and following, one step at a time.]

Ah—I would want to see them. You would have worn them just for me, after all, right? And while I tried, your vines would find that I'm wearing delicate chains and thick rings today, and maybe more when they get to my pants...

[as strange as it feels to describe it all, moving to catch his fingers in his chains as his sweater slides up, he finds it surprisingly easy to do. he's aware enough to be cognizant of Basch's reactions, after all, so he can stop if it seems to be getting too uncomfortable for the man.]

So... would you let me see them, or stop me?

[bardische]

[ He laughs warmly. ] I would have absolutely worn them just for you -- and no one else, ever. It would be a first, on purpose. And I would also absolutely let you see them, until I remembered you probably wanted me to make it harder or punish you, and I'd overcompensate by slapping your hand away or pinning your hands with the vines.

[ Alright maybe that isn't sexy talk, but it's warm and its earnest and the smile is on his voice. ]

How would you want me to tease you? I still am learning that piece.