Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

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Overlfow 2l
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[philancer]

[ Another soft curse when Basch leans forward to take him deep once more, his own hold not restricting the movement in the least. Enjoying Basch taking what he wants and showing that initiative despite being the one on his knees, mouth around Sylvain’s cock.

He takes the words as the permission they are and increases his own speed now. Fucking into that wet heat as he chases his pleasure. Using him, as Basch had requested. He doesn’t push hard enough to unsettle Basch’s position because he doesn’t need to, bringing the other man to him instead, guiding with the firm grip in his hair. Absolute control, without ever leaking over into pain, or pushing those limits too far. It speaks to a well-honed control that Sylvain has spent a long time perfecting. ]

Just like that. And you’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?

[ His voice is low and husky, the strain showing more now as his hips stutter, pick up again, pleasure building from the constant friction, the delicious slide of lips and tongue, and the feeling of those moans vibrating around his cock.

He won’t mind if Basch can’t but having it to focus on, and then to be praised or rewarded for after is something he can offer even while he’s about to tip over into his own pleasure.

The orgasm hits him a few thrusts after, sharp and swift. He spills across the man’s tongue, although he manages to push deep just before, just shy of that limit once more. The breathy groan that accompanies it is genuine and husky, choked out as his eyes clench shut and his legs tremble for a moment. He manages to hold, however, long enough that his knees won’t buckle, and then gives a gentle tug to pull the man back to breathe again. ]

[bardische]

[ The control is so beautiful. If pressed, Basch would suspect this had not been random pairing. How could they be so compatible otherwise? It took a rare soul to relax Basch, even when they knew something of one another. Never in his life has a new situation gone this smoothly.

And it's clear much of that is Sylvain's experience, which is all the more attractive -- both that he knows how to care for Basch, and that whatever his tastes are, Basch finds himself squarely in him. Perhaps that is why he forgets himself enough to take some initiative. He barely notices in the heat of things.

What he does notice is how husky Sylvain's voice is, how controlled the balance of want and restraint are. He hums again that question, purred as an order he's allowed to refuse. He doesn't want to, though. Especially not with the information that Sylvain wishes to see him do so, and -- shameful as it is -- there's likely to be praise behind pleasing them both.

Basch is just starting to think his endurance may dip as something changes in Sylvain, and a moment later the man is rigid, hot liquid pulsing into Basch's mouth. He chokes a little, struggling to swallow with his mouth still full, but he moans at the way Sylvain trembles. Again, that knowing hand guides him back, and he gasps deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and swallowing a few times. He tips back a little too far, the collar pulling on him, and has no objections to his face coming back near Sylvain's spent but still-hard cock. He leans his face lightly against it, squeezing the other's ass again as he takes a moment to catch his breath. ]

[philancer]

[ That grip in Basch’s hair turns to gentle strokes instead, long fingers carding through his locks as Sylvain tries to catch his breath. His body shudders a few more times as he gives a husky chuckle, gazing down at the man on his knees before him.

He holds back the automatic compliment he might have given, because Basch on his knees, skin flushed and eyes dark with need, lips swollen - it is a beautiful sight. But recalling the reaction he’d gotten to that in the midst of things, he bites back the words for now. ]

I do believe that that, [ he pants out the words with a fond chuckle, but meaning every one of them. ] made everything else here today entirely worth it. You’ve done wonderfully for me, Basch. And…

[ He interrupts himself to crouch down before the man, bringing him to eye level again. And maybe giving his trembling knees a momentary break. His fingers slide back along the collar, where he’d heard a faint click a moment ago. ]

As I thought. You’re unlocked now. But I don’t have to remove it, if you’re not ready.

[bardische]

[ o-oh

It's a lot harder to remain relaxed as Sylvain pets his hair, crouching down glowing with praise and contentment. It's not that he dislikes it, at all, but he has no idea what to do with himself, head dipping and gaze averting.

He draws back momentarily, surprised at the fingers on his neck. Ah, of course. Released. He should be relieved.

He shouldn't be surprised at the choice Sylvain is giving him, the one he asked for.

It's fortunate, perhaps, that he's still clouded with want, because he doesn't have quite enough mental clarity to talk himself out of his feelings. ]

I...quite enjoyed that. I am in no hurry to leave your company.

[ All true. But what did he want? To take this off? To ask Sylvain to keep it taught and relieve him? To ask Sylvain not to relieve him, to leave him wanting and desperate all evening, until he couldn't stand it and was humiliated into asking? Where were all these ideas even coming from?

The confusion is plainer on his face than he realizes, and perhaps so is the way, when he looks up, his gaze falls to Sylvain's lips, the temptation to kiss them again blindsiding him entirely. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's lips quirk as he takes in the man's dazed expression, the way he ducks his head, gaze averted. He also doesn't miss the way the man's gaze drifts to his mouth a moment later. ]

Neither am I. So we'll leave it where it is for now.

[ Tugging on the leash, he draws Basch closer until he can reach him to kiss him, slow and lazy. At the same time, he lets his other hand drop from the man's throat to press against the very obvious erection beneath his clothing. Grinding the heel of his palm against him, he pushes into Basch's personal space, murmuring the words against his lips. ]

And as for this...?

[bardische]

[ bless him for making a decision where Basch cannot. And the one Basch had hoped for.

His breath catches as the leash pulls, his reward a slow, comfortable kiss. Feeling bolder than before, he brings one hand to Sylvain's side and the other to cradle his neck. It takes nothing to get him moaning again, and that's before Sylvain is quite assertively teasing his bulge. Basch's head snaps back, a sharp sound as his grip tightens. ]

I -- want your touch [ he admits, as if that weren't overtly obvious. ] But I could be made to wait. [ Or...dare he ask....? ] Or both, if your hunger is not yet sated.

[philancer]

Oh, I have a feeling my hunger isn't going to be sated anytime soon.

[ The words are a low, pleased purr as he strokes Basch through his pants, still leaning close so he can kiss his way back the man's jaw now that his head has fallen back. He crowds into him, pressing him backwards, since they're both already on the floor anyway. He doesn't care, they don't have far to go this way. ]

And I will almost always choose 'both' if it is an option. Maybe I'm just greedy. Why don't we do this. We'll take the edge off for now and then, after you've made it through the evening wearing this for me, I'll reward you with something... a little more in-depth.

[bardische]

[ Basch is nearly paralyzed with the attention, his ragged breathing punctuated by an occasional whimper of both pleasure and the very real impulse to bolt. He appreciates Sylvain cornering him, physically and emotionally, because he wants to be here, he just doesn't know how.

The kisses against his jaw are good. So his the hand on his pants. And he finally moans, shoulders relaxing as Sylvain spins how the evening can go. A plan is safe, is something he can attach to, and glory this one sounds beautiful. ]

You take good care of me. Thank you. [ He lets his hands stray to Sylvain's chest, wanting something to grip as his hips struggle with touch. He can't think too hard about the fact that they're on the floor of a stall in a shop or he'll lose his nerve. Pleasuring someone else is always so much easier than being treated gently. But -- gods help him, he wants both. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain can feel the man beneath him occasionally tensing, wavering back and forth between distraction and something else. He can't tell if it's because of his arousal or if there's something else going on behind the lust-dazed eyes.

It has him treading carefully, keeping track of every reaction as fingers deftly flick the fastenings of the man's pants open, sliding the fabric out of the way to free the man's cock. Calloused fingers quickly encircle it, stroking him with deliberate slowness as his lips continue to trail along Basch's jaw and throat. Keeping him breathless, dragging out more of those delicious moans and whimpers. ]

Oh, trust me. It is entirely my pleasure. Especially if you keep making noises like that.

[bardische]

[ The more crowded he becomes, the easier it is to focus on just enjoying this. His back presses against the stall wall, and Sylvain's head obscures his vision. His stomach flips at the hands knowingly parting his pants, but its the touch to his cock that finally has him moaning and shuddering.

Slow. Knowing. Playing with him. It's excruciating to have to sit in so much pleasure, his breath ragged. His hands cling to whatever they can find, like a life raft. ]

I am...helpless not to... [ he admits, groaning again. Sylvain knows exactly what he is doing, playing Basch like an instrument. The shame bubbles again. Was he so easy, so transparent? But he cannot be angry. It is a strange thing, to be so seen and -- if he dare admit -- savored, even as it makes him so powerless. Some part of him is afraid, sure there is something cruel coming after this. It turns him on as much as it makes him weak, but he cannot stop. He's too far in, and his release has begun to build. ]

[philancer]

Not helpless.

[ Sylvain trails back up to kiss him again, because he's figuring out Basch does better when he doesn't have to think about things. His fingers curl around the man's arousal a little more firmly, stroking him with deliberate intent now. Not pushing him too far too fast, though.

Yes, he said he'd take the edge off, but he's also enjoying the sight of the man unraveling in pleasure. ]

There's a balance in this, too.

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't point out that that balance only exists because Sylvain maintains it. If he wanted to push past Basch's preferences, he would not stop it. It eludes him that this is still balance; Sylvain would not do that, and that is why this is happening at all.

A man can only fight so many of his tendencies at once.

And enduring how knowing and -- dare he think it -- sweet Sylvain is takes so much from him. He almost wants to ask the man to be rougher, faster, but it doesn't quite meet his tongue, because this is so good and Sylvain is clearly pleased. If the man wants to watch Basch whimper and squirm, well, the thought makes his hips cant against the other, his grip on his chest and shoulder becoming more needy.

He doesn't know what to say, and so he doesn't, just meeting that kiss with a desperate want he doesn't otherwise betray, a whimpering moan as his arousal starts to tip to need. He tries to hold back, but it's not long before he's rocking against Sylvain's hand, braced against the other man's weight pinning him to the dressing room wall. ]

[philancer]

[ Watching him whimper and squirm is a delicious sight, and one that Sylvain is enjoying immensely. But he can also feel the shift as that need deepens, Basch pushed closer and closer to that precipice.

Which he has every intention of shoving him over, but it would be a shame to ruin this very flattering outfit he wears, especially when Sylvain wants to spend more time admiring how tight those pants are.

Which is why he breaks away from the kiss after a moment and slides down the man's body without warning. Only to cast him a smirk and wink before bending his head and swirling his tongue around the tip of his arousal.

He doesn't linger there - although he's tempted to, because he's always had a bit of an oral fetish he enjoys indulging. But he suspects Basch might be too far gone for that and he wants to make sure he enjoys this fully as well. So he doesn't linger before letting his head bob down to suck the man deep, taking as much of him as he can and wetting his skin along the way as his tongue teases along the underside of it. It's a hint of the rougher and definitely the faster as fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking him as he lets his head bob downwards again. ]

[bardische]

[ It had been nowhere on Basch's mind that Sylvain may do this, and he hardly has time to process the cheeky wink before he lets out a cry so loud that the entire shop has likely heard him. He bites his cheek, trying to clamp it down, but he's trembling with the stimulation of Sylvain on his cock.

It shouldn't surprise him that the other is just as skilled at this as everything else, nor how deep Sylvain takes him, but it does. He hardly lasts before he buries his hands in Sylvain's hair, thighs pressing against him. ]

Please [ Basch gasps. Mercy. Don't stop. Then he's whimpering again, eyes closing, and he loses his last bit of restraint, body moving hungrily against Sylvain and his mind blissfully empty. ]

[philancer]

[ The plea brings a smile to his lips, as do the hands gripping in his hair. He hums his satisfaction around the cock in his mouth, thoroughly enjoying how quickly and ultimately Basch had lost himself.

Hands grip the man's hips tightly as Sylvain turns his full focus on the man beneath him, working him deeper with each bob of his head. He feels him nudge against the back of his throat and slows slightly, relaxing the muscles there so he can swallow around him, knowing that will feel even more intense.

He loves how responsive he is. How beautiful he is when he gets lost in chasing his pleasure. Sylvain's eyes are dark as he watches up the length of Basch's body, gaze locked on his face so he can catch every expression that flashes across it. ]

[bardische]

[ A good thing it isn't noted, because he would feel shame, too, for not lasting longer, no matter how long he served Sylvain first.

He hits the back of Sylvain's throat and cries out, shuddering against him. He wants to say the other doesn't need to, but Sylvain is in control for one, and for another he's already adjusting himself, and gods it's almost too much to handle.

Which means he's rocking, near thoughtless, chasing the release his body has been promised even if he has to deaden his mind to get there. Two years with no touch save the lash or rough hands changing shackles, and now he's so inundated with it that he's dazed and hungry all at once. Gods help him or gods bless him that this person is enjoying the show.

Basch's breath becomes labored, jutting faster and more eratically as he clings to the form that thankfully holds steady against the brunt of his movement. It's not long before his breath catches, resumes, then catches entirely. Release washes through him, paralyzing him as the sensation becomes too much.

And then he's gasping, absolutely trembling as he goes slack, barely able to find words. His too-senstive cock sits in Sylvain's mouth as the other swallows. He whimpers, hips titling on their own, chasing more when he absolutely cannot handle it. ]

[philancer]

[ He can tell Basch is about to come maybe before the man even realizes it himself. It has him pulling back just enough that he can take it all, tongue coaxing him over that last ledge, and then swallowing around him as he spills down his throat. He hums his satisfaction at that and then Basch is tipping down the other side, shuddering and slumping against the all and he pulls off of him for now with one last slide of his tongue.

Lips slightly swollen now, he props himself on one elbow, only to smile up the line of Basch's body now, drinking in the sight of him gasping for breath, skin flushed and muscles still trembling. His gaze is clearly appreciative. ]

Was that enough to ease the ache for now, or shall we go again? [ He's gently teasing him, warm humor in amber eyes as he soothes a hand against Basch's thigh, giving him a moment to catch his breath and recover from his orgasm. ]

[bardische]

[ His vision is clearing enough to take Sylvain in, and it sends a wholly other shiver through him to be looked at like that, approving and still hungry, but in a deeper, slower way. A way that says he's going to be pursued again. He isn't...entirely sure how he feels about that, past it sending a final throb through his slackening cock. ]

I fear I'm thoroughly spent my -- sir. [ He says it apologetically, before his brain catches up that he's being teased, and so he attempts a weak smile. The hand on his thigh was ... affectionate, not an attempt to use him further, and that was difficult for his mind to accept.

He isn't sure if the lead's magic still works, or it's simply Sylvain's charm, but he does manage to make himself say [ ] Was the experience satisfactory enough that you'll be keeping me? [ His heart skips. He knows it was, but asking is something else entirely.

Being kept is something else entirely. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain cocks his head to the side at that question, still considering him before he pushes up and then draws the man in closer by the leash once more so he can kiss him. And likely taste himself on his lips, but he doesn't want Basch questioning his answer, either. ]

You're perfect. 'Satisfactory' is a very grave understatement. So yes, I'll be keeping you. For at least as long as you want to be kept.

[ He's thinking about that mostly tonight, but he wouldn't be opposed to more past that, should Basch end up wanting to do this again. Sylvain doesn't normally allow that, but even he's been known to make exceptions every once in a while.

Basch already feels like one of those notable few. Or maybe that's a protective, indulgent side of him rising up in response to what he's picking up from this man's reactions. There's a story here, one he's not going to prod at, but he wants to help where he can. ]

[bardische]

[ His eyes widen, the sound he makes at being kissed almost pained before he succumbs to it, kissing back with the full force of whatever this mess of feeling is.

Perfect. He doesn't think so, knows it could not be father from the truth, but he fully believes Sylvain means it. He meets the other's gaze steadily, but with surprise and confusion and relief clear on his face. ]

I ... would like that.

[ A strange admission. What did it matter what he liked? Except it did to Sylvain, and so he could be honest.

And for just a moment, he considers what it would be to willingly be kept past a single night, particularly when they had been seen together. It's not something he's allowed in years, not something he's sure he's capable of anymore, and yet --

There's something about Sylvain, and something about the way they fit together. He is not Balthier; he does not understand the complexities of how people work and what they want from each other, but he thinks...he thinks this fits in a way that he is giving Sylvain something the other craves, too, something rare, and it makes his breath catch that that may be mutual.

Gods help him, he is as reckless as a boy tonight. ]

[philancer]

[ The emotions are writ plain on the man's face but Sylvain just holds his gaze, steady and sure, letting him see whatever he needs to. He lets his free hand lift to cup at the nape of the man's neck as he rests his forehead against his, resting there for a moment. ]

Then that's what we'll do. You can stay by my side tonight at the masquerade, for as long as you wish. Or you can wander and mingle and find your way back after, if you prefer. We can find somewhere more... comfortable, afterwards. And hopefully more private.

[ Although this had worked well enough, in a pinch. ]

[bardische]

[ He stares at Sylvain for maybe too long, eyes searching, but nothing changes, and then the man holds his neck, presses their foreheads together.

Basch breathes out, nodding. ]

I -- I'll wear the collar but not the lead. [ A little more privacy, a little more freedom. ] Come what may, we can leave together. [ His stomach flips, some part of him whispering that a curse like him does not deserve to be taking what he wants. He finds that gaze again, though. It helps keep him stable. ] If you wish to claim me in front of others, it is welcome, but not required.

[ As both their breathing evens, they disentangle. The lead comes off, abandoned in the dressing room. It's difficult for him not to deflate entirely as they step out. One of the saleswomen winks at him, the other making a lewd gesture and a thumbs up, and a few customers either look away or nod at them.

But it stirs something in him too. Shame, yes, but something else he can't put his finger on. He does his best to square his shoulders, walk beside Sylvain rather than behind. The collar still rubs at his neck, but it is a pleasant weight. A reminder of the agreement they've made, but also one he's free to leave if he wishes.

They make their way to the masquerade, donning simple masks as they enter. It is overwhelming in its opulence, but the mask and the collar help Basch to wander, talking politely as he practices being more comfortable. He rediscovers Sylvain from time to time, enjoying the odd thrill of watching others flirt with the beautiful man, but his gaze return to Basch. He has no idea the situation is likely reciprocal, as he declines interested party all night. When their paths do cross, he is oddly eager for any sign Sylvain gives of having claimed him, heart pounding at the knowledge that people see them interacting that way.

By the time the evening comes to an end, he has settled considerably, but his anticipation has grown, and with it, nerves creep back. Whatever the lead had been doing to egg him on is gone, and so the doubt creeps in as well. But Sylvain still looks keen to have him, and gods help him, for once he does not want to give up what he's had. Nor does he want to disappoint. And so Sylvain murmurs the roof, and Basch follows him to the elevators. It will be a long ride; the building is enormously tall, like those in Archades.

The doors shut and he hesitates, then silently loops his arm through the other man's, his hand lighting on his forearm. A silent acknowledgement he's still eager for this. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain accepts that arrangement without protest, relieved that Basch feels comfortable enough now to voice what he wants. He leans in to reward him, brushing a kiss against his lips as he clips the lead free, leaving the collar still in place for now.

The Masquerade is a whirl of sights and sounds and new experiences to be had at every turn. He's content to let Basch wander - ends up discovering a few familiar faces of his own in the meantime, but each time their paths cross over the span of the evening, he pauses to leave a touch, whether it's a light brush of fingertips, or a possessive hand on his back or shoulder, or the occasional tease of his lips murmuring words against the man's ear. He knows how to build anticipation, knows how to entice with a tease and a promise, even if it's no more than a knowing look. So no matter where the evening takes him, he returns again and again to this.

Until the hour grows late and the party shows no sign of stopping, but Sylvain is growing tired of strangers and socializing and his own impatience gets the better of him. He'd heard rumors and whispers of other places in this resort to be enjoyed - since he had no place of his own yet - and one of these is murmured in Basch's ear on his way past.

The elevators are far different from the arcane teleporters he's used to, but he doesn't mind that much. Takes in the mirrored walls with a faint smirk, already thinking of how best to use that as Basch steps in behind him. As the door slides shut and Basch steps close, he winds an arm around the man's waist, tugging him closer still as he leans in to kiss him in greeting. ]

Have fun tonight?

[bardische]

[ Basch's eyes widen slightly, raking in the reflected golden image of Sylvain pulling him close and kissing him. It is one thing to experience this possessive warmth, and another entirely to see it.

That, and to see the nonsense he's still dressed in, the collar still snug on his neck. He's surprised yet again at the hunger in the way he returns that kiss. ]

More than I expected. [ Heat to his cheeks, though not quite flushed. An honest answer. Some part of him had expected Sylvain to play with him, or go back on his word, or wind him up only to chastise him. No, instead it had been a series of well-timed affirmations, each one stoking a growing desire to be reclaimed. ]

[philancer]

Good.

[ His smile is warm and pleased as he draws back back from the kiss to study the man’s face. HIs fingers trail along that collar still snug about his throat, enjoying the sight of it there, as well as the faint flush he can see trying to creep up.

He had no intention of going back on his word. Not when the evening had only whetted his appetite further.

He brushes his thumb over Basch’s lower lip as he gives him a faint smirk. ]

Not enough to lure you away, however. I wondered, for a moment, if you would follow. Or if you’d changed your mind. I’m pleased you didn’t. I’ve been imagining what I wanted to do to you for most of the evening.