Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[bardische]

[ Basch...really hopes he's giving Olivine what he wants. He's so wildly out of his element. He keeps his voice steady at least, using the slow deep one that Sylvain always likes. ]

The choice is yours, Olivine. If you cave to the toy, then you'll have to watch me take care of myself instead of having my cock in your ass.

You're more than enough of a sight to finish me.

[ It's true. Even now, he feels the heat of it, wanting to tug harder at his cock. If he pretends he isn't supposed to be watching Olivine, it won't take long at all, not with how debauched he looks, hungry and self-pleasing. Basch has never played with toys alone like that. ]

[massochism]

[he certainly has the benefit of Olivine being extremely easy to read. as Basch speaks, there's a brief widening of eyes and a shiver that runs visibly through him at the warning.

it isn't hard to pick what he wants, after all. despite the comfortable buzz of the toy, how good it would feel to slide it in and ride it—]

I'll behave. [it's a breathy response, as he leans forward to brace himself on the bar in front of him. largely still dressed, the effort only gives a vague view of the curve of his chest.] Maybe—mmnh—if I'm good enough, I can show you what I'd do with it while you touch yourself, later.

[it's for himself too, giving incentive to stay strong for longer.]

[bardische]

If you're good enough [ he repeats. He manages not to laugh. He wants Olivine to do that so badly he could beg. ] Impress me with this performance and I will gladly ask for more.

[ Basch goes to the chest, settling himself on it, cock at attention. ] Come here. Straddle me, but don't get on yet. I want you to strip and tease me until I say you can ride me.

[massochism]

[He can't put words to the relief he feels, once the partition is down and they can share space again. Pants around his knees, cock achingly hard against his panties thanks to the teasing, he has to convince his body to move.]

Mmnh... how should I tease you?

[As he asks it, Olivine slips those pants the rest of the way off, leaving himself in just those panties from the waist down and that fluffy, loose sweater with his open vest still hanging over it. It's a little awkward to position himself over Basch's thighs on the chest, hands using him for balance while he does.

And if his wet thighs brush over the tip of his cock? Surely, that's an accident.]