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[bardische]

[ He'd done alright with the first question, but not he flushes. These were always the sorts of exchanges where he was honest, but inevitably said something that annoyed the other, either in his being too simple or his attaching when he was not supposed to.

But he's been honest this far, and he is a terrible liar. So breathes out a little more deeply. ]

That would explain my popularity over the years, though I wonder at no one putting it so succinctly for me. In honesty, no. Keeping one of my wants centered this long was a feat itself, and why would I want something unknown when I had something good waiting? I did, a few times, talk myself out of seeing you again, but then you would claim me again, and I decided to stay a little longer.

[ This feels like the most he's said at once in years. ]

You're not a jealous man then, even though you like to mark? [ He surprises himself with his smile, affectionate, and even teasing. He could respect that, really. Someone who could indulge but also didn't try to restrict others. ]

[philancer]

I'm not. [ He can confirm that easily enough, even if... well. ] Not over things like this, anyway. People getting jealous over my attentions, my affections, was something that happened a lot, back home, and that's not something I would want to put anyone else through.

Besides. I tend to believe people's hearts can hold enough room for more than one person. I've seen families do it, parents, friends. Why should this be different?

[ He might not have experienced many of those firsthand, but he had seen it in others. And it was what he wanted to perpetuate. Maybe the world wouldn't be so fucked up if that were more normal. ]

But I do enjoy having your attention all to myself like this. And that I was on your mind so much tonight. I may have sought you out on purpose a few of those times, just to catch your eye again. Considering that apparently helped talk you back into seeing me again, I'm glad I did.

And, [ he adds, tugging Basch closer as he smiles at that very obvious mark he'd left on the man's flesh. ] I like knowing that every time you see that in your reflection, or every time you catch someone's eyes landing on it, you'll think of me all over again. And when I gave it to you.

[bardische]

[ Basch nods thoughtfully. He'd seen that sort of stress and infighting over some of those he served beside. It was why it was easy to agree to keep things secret. He wasn't sure how he felt about the idea of many or one; he loved those he worked with, and he served whoever needed it, but he suspected that was different somehow.

The idea that people's hearts can hold space for many makes sense to him, even if some part of him balks at taking so much space. Is not one meal enough? For him. For Sylvain, he wants the world.

It's not until Sylvain says he likes having Basch's attention that he realizes there was some sadness vying in him too. It's not something he can untangle now, but the relief he's willing to hold onto. ]

Mmm, not jealous, but certainly possessive. [ He closes the space between them to kiss again, a little firm, a little teasing, pleased to be wanted and wanting it to continue. ] I'll think of you with or without memory on my skin, but I cannot deny I enjoy it.

And you? Your reflection suggested your wish to be equally claimed in this way. [ Teasing, beginning to wind up for their inevitable next round, but genuinely asking too. He wanted to give Sylvain what he would enjoy, to the greatest extent of his ability. He wanted to be thought of fondly, whether they met again or not. ]

[philancer]

[ His lips curve into a crooked smile at that, something Basch will no doubt be able to feel against his lips as he leans into that kiss, chasing the brush of the other man’s mouth against his own. ]

Possessive is probably a good word for it. [ A playful nip to Basch’s lower lip before he pulls back enough to see his face. Amber eyes warm and lit with teasing now. ]

Was that your subtle way of expressing you wanted to leave your marks on me, too, Basch? Because I assure you I’ve got no objections to that. That’s not an offer I’d make to many, but it seems you’re my exception to a lot of things today.

[ Then again, people being possessive of him back home rarely had good connotations. Or dire consequences. ]

[bardische]

[ he thinks, perhaps for the first time, he can see how people become addicted to another. It is a strange thing for his mouth to run so loosely and have another meet it with grins and teases.

He’s been possessed, marked, kept before — but always as a sort of game, a joy in the scandal of it. It wasn’t that he’d never cared for those he laid with. Quite the opposite. It was just clear that care was not meant to be spoken of, and certainly not detectable outside the privacy of those engagements.

That Slyvain wanted him marked was heady enough. That he invited it back, and when it wasn’t his custom, makes Basch’s breath catch. ]

And here I was congratulating myself for being so direct. I do not know what it is I have done to charm you so, but I pray it continues. And if you look at the marks on your skin and think fondly of me, I will be quite satisfied.

[ All spoken close to Sylvain’s lips, so that it is easy to lean in and nip back. He can feel his cock beginning to stir; it had been enough time to recover, and the anticipation of what else they’ll get up to has him taut with anticipation. ]

[philancer]

Oh, I intend to make you much more than just satisfied. [ A cheeky grin accompanies the words as he chuckles, lingering in that kiss. He can feel the stir of arousal against his hip - with neither of them wearing clothes still, there’s little enough to disguise it.

Which is yet another reminder that they’ve yet to find a place that’s private enough for them to spent the next few hours. Or the night, at this rate.

So it’s reluctance in his movements as he draws back again, but only to lead the way across the swaying rope bridge they’d been headed towards. The gardens on the other side are more wild jungle than garden, in his mind, with massive trees with what looks like treehouses and rope netting strung up between many of them. There are soft lanterns lighting their path and moss that grows on the trees with a strange glow to it, giving their surroundings an otherworldly glow. A quiet river runs beside the path, winding away into the underbrush and then back again, the current slow and lazy.

It’s not until they come to a small side path that splits off that Sylvain pauses, taking a few steps down it until he sees where it leads. And then he just laughs, glancing back over his shoulder at Basch with an impish grin. ]

Now I see why the trail split so many ways, if something like this was down them.

[ Because the path has led to a small, cozy clearing, surrounded by vibrant plants and trees. There’s a massive nest of cushions set among soft moss, waiting invitingly to be lounged on. Something that looks like a wide hammock - or a swing, maybe? - is suspended from a nearby tree. The netting drapes overhead with the occasional ladder, or the occasional lose strands of rope dangling conveniently downwards, in case someone below had need of it. And the river had carved out a small shallow pool here before meandering on, making the private little glade the perfect place to stop and relax and enjoy… well, what most people probably came to these gardens for in the first place. ]

It seems we have it to ourselves tonight. What do you think? Comfortable enough?

ty for the beautiful setting description

[bardische]

[ Basch notices the change too, and recognizes some of this from how he woke up here. It reminds him some of Golmore, but is still so clearly pleasure garden; the air is not so thick, and the heat is not oppressive. That's fine. Preferable even.

It's also...beautiful. Peaceful. Lights aglow and little quiet places to tuck away. It moves him, for some reason. Perhaps just the sense of a natural space -- false or no -- that knows no war. So he follows silently, eyes taking it in, anchored by the hand in his as his mind tries to reject any of this as real.

Sylvain's laugh brings him back. It's beautiful, and if he could catch it up, he would. But his words guide Basch's attention back to the scenery. He would never have designed this for himself but -- in a flash of honesty he could see himself coming back to this place and enjoying all of it, if Sylvain were with him, and that's a dizzying thought.

He just nods, tightening his grip in Sylvain's hand for a flash. ]

Significantly more comfortable than we're used to, at this point.

I hope it works! feel free to add whatever you want or what might useful/fun ;)

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s smile is bright and warm as he tugs Basch closer and bends to press a kiss against his lips, pleased with their discovery. ]

I don’t think it would have been hard to outdo the dressing room. The mirrored lift was nice, however. [ He winks, teasing the man still as he steals another kiss.

Then he leans back and gives a thoughtful hum as he surveys the little clearing they’ve found for themselves. ]

So. [ He leans close to murmur in the man’s ear, almost as if confessing a secret. ] What would you like to try first?

[bardische]

[ He shouldn't be surprised by how easy the kisses come, but he still is, chest tight as Sylvain teases and soothes in quick succession.

And then he's whispering in his ear, asking him to confess desire, and the bite of embarrassment -- the kind that makes his cock stir -- flares in him, in no small part at the connotations of first. He likes this game though, likes where Sylvain takes it, likes trusting him, so he surveys, forcing himself to note what his mind skirts over.

He nods over, aware there's a flush in his cheeks. ]

I've never used a swing for this purpose.

[philancer]

[ The corners of Sylvain’s lips quirk upwards as he follows the direction of that nod, grinning at the sight. He hums, sliding a hand down Basch’s spine again as he draws him over in that direction. ]

I’ve never used it in quite this way either. Shall we try it out?

[bardische]

[ He huffs a small, indignant laugh of protest against Sylvain's shoulder, eyes falling heavy-lidded at the hand on his spine. This is so much better without clothing between them. ]

Are you going to make me ask so directly?

[ Not that he minds being pushed like that. Which is very clear, from how easily he follows. And it makes him warm in an entirely different way that this is something he and Sylvain will try together. A space he will hold regardless of what happens after tonight, like a mark they will both keep. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s grin is impish and full of mischief but absolutely no remorse. ]

Maybe I like seeing that flush creep up the back of your neck and across your cheeks and know I put it there. Besides. I’m sure there’s more than one way to use this thing. You could always ask to fuck me on it, after all. Maybe I just wanted to make sure I understood what you had in mind, or what you were craving.

some day he'll make a decision off the bat. not today.

[bardische]

[ He'd long been teased for how easily he flushed, and he knew it was something partners enjoyed eliciting. But this was...softer. Possessive in a warm way. ]

I would gladly fuck you. I wasn't sure if that was something you enjoyed.

[ Which skirts around the actual question of preference. It's not that he has none; it's that truly, anything would be appealing. Both of them on the swing, having to struggle with the moving center of gravity, or one of them on it, more easily slid back and forth. ]

It’s a work in progress ;)

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s grin only warms as they stop beside the swing and he tugs Basch more fully into his arms again, leaning in to kiss him once more. ]

I enjoy a lot of things. I’m actually pretty sure there’s very little you could suggest that I wouldn’t want to try with you, honestly. Of course, that just gives us a very long list of options to explore…

[ That last part is chuckled against Basch’s lips as his hands trail down his spine to tease over the curve of his ass once more, dragging his hips close as he playfully grinds against him. ]

[bardische]

[ He finds himself a lot more speechless at this than he was in either the elevator or the changing room. He's no idea what's expected of him. But he hums wantingly at the promise of an endless more, turning into a groan as Sylvain fondles his ass and pulls them together.

What he does know he wants is to make good on the vision of them both being marked. He turns his head to bury his face in Sylvain's neck, sucking hard as their fronts grind together, nails dragging firmly down the other's back. ]

[philancer]

[ He lets his head fall back with a soft groan, a soft chuckle as well, as he feels Basch’s mouth on his throat. The rough, heated suction, knowing exactly what Basch is doing. His body arches into the other man as those nails rake down his back, leaving reddened lines of their own and he shivers in delight at the feel of it.

One hand lifts, tangling in the man’s hair as he holds him there, encouraging him to leave as many marks as he likes. Teasing with the slide of his body, his own arousal already stirring with interest and starting to harden against the man’s hip. ]

Gonna leave your mark on my skin for everyone to see, too, hmm?

[bardische]

[ It's both a relief and deeply arousing to feel Sylvain yielding under that touch. And even more wonderful the way the other man holds firmly in his hair and teases right back. Damn him for being so good at this; damn him for being so welcoming.

He shifts his hip to grind up against Sylvain's growing need, shivering at how incredible it is to feel that want in real time, even as he keeps working that first mark, nails alternating between light strokes and deeper scratches, raising the skin but not breaking it. ]

Yes [ he murmurs, breaking to kiss tenderly where Sylvain's jaw meats his neck. ] And then when you lie with someone else, they can wonder if I was better. [ His heart skips, and a weird feeling of want and pride and fear washes through him. He's never said anything like that before, even if he has on occasion thought it.

But he does want Sylvain to think of him, and he does want some mark left that, at least for this night, he was Sylvain's, and Sylvain's was his, and he satisfied in a way that would be hard to replicate. ]

[philancer]

[ It would be hard to replicate. Impossible, in fact, because Sylvain was often a different person with everyone he partnered with. Now was no exception, even if the version of Sylvain Basch was getting was far more real than most of the masks he wore. Ever since that moment they’d locked eyes in the store earlier, Sylvain had dropped that pretext, letting Basch see the reality beneath, knowing he needed that to cling to.

He suspected the man would see through anything else, and he’d never have reached him like that.

Basch’s confession gets a crooked grin and a soft chuckle from him as he slides a hand up and down the man’s spine, letting his mouth moved where it liked as he felt him linger over the marks he left in his flesh. ]

I like this possessiveness in you. I suppose that means I don’t have to feel guilty over claiming your attention so many times today and effectively hoarding you all to myself the rest of the night. Because I intend to have you, again and again, until we’re both too spent and sated to do anything but curl up in those cushions together and sleep.

Because I intend to make sure that when you sleep with the others, you’ll remember for yourself that this was better. Have you craving me, coming back for more.

[ Which is when he tips the man back towards the swing, lowering him into the mesh contraption suspended from a branch high overhead. Leaning over him with a grin. ] Shall we try this thing out?

[bardische]

[ Sylvain...isn't the first person here to encourage his possessiveness or want. Not even the first at home. But he may be the first person Basch actually hears it from, at least in years and years, without the bile of shame dampening it, or the dismissal that that desire will be gone with the morning. It is difficult to keep writing off Sylvain's interest when they are about to couple for the third time in one evening, and right now, Basch wants to revel in the warmth of being kept and wanted and touched. ]

I truly cannot fathom what about this should make you feel guilty. [ So hypocritical even he knows it, but maybe that is what is easing his own typical feelings of guilt and selfishness. His breath comes as a sharp hiss as Sylvain continues his threats, a low moan at the promise of not just exhaustion, but being kept even after.

He's so caught up in his senses and that fantasy that he barely notices being maneuvered until it's already happening. He clings to Sylvain for a moment, the change too quick for him, but then he eases. He's starting to become familiar with the bubbling heat Sylvain's tricks provide. Not shame, not guilt; anticipation. Discomfort at the unknown.

His hand trails up to Sylvain's face, cupping it gently as he smiles, dazed and hungry, and repeats his plea from their meeting. ]

Use me. And if you'll allow me, I shall use you in turn, claim and exhaust you, and coax you to sleep heavy against me until you are ready to depart.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just gives a laugh at that first comment, chuckling at himself as he shakes his head. ]

I’m Faerghan. It’s sort of in our natures. But I don’t think I could actually feel guilty for any of this, even if I tried. That would require regrets and I have none. Not over this.

[ But he bends over the other man as he lowers him down into the swing, the netting mesh of it swaying at the new weight on it now. Leaning down to soothe with a kiss when he feels the momentary tension in the other man’s form at being toppled back. ]

That, [ He murmurs into the kiss, a smile on his lips as his hands slide up over Basch’s chest. ] sounds perfect, actually.

[bardische]

I've a-- [ Colleague? Friend? Fellow rebel? ] who'd disagree with you on natures. [ But--is it too dangerous, to toy with the idea of seeing Sylvain again? He knows better, but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to listen to his better judgement. ] I would listen, if you wished to share more of your past some other time. I might even talk about myself, for you.

[ A strange thing, to have someone he just met understand the weight of that better than people who had known him for years. It's inevitable for him, though, with the way Sylvain makes him feel so treasured, so important with those admissions. He has always been weak for them, but it has been a long while since any were served his way.

They're almost as sweet as the tenderness of that kiss, given the moment he tenses. He squeezes Sylvain's arms, as much in assurance as thanks. And this time, dreamy eyed, he gives a breathless sigh of a laugh. ]

It is a rare thing I can offer perfection. Let us not squander it. [ He leans forward to kiss again, hungrier, his weight shifting the swing and causing him to hold to one of the straps. A little fear worms in. He will be entirely at Sylvain's mercy. And he's alright with that. ]

[philancer]

Some other time, perhaps.

[ Faerghus isn’t something he wants overshadowing the night’s pleasures.

But he bends his head to kiss the man again so Basch doesn’t get the wrong idea, or wonder if he misspoke. ]

The only thing I want to focus on tonight is you.

[ He smiles when he sees that hand grab for the straps, the swing shifting beneath the man’s weight. He reaches up, seeing how the strands of rope are purposefully twined with loops, and tugs that arm higher, until he can slide Basch’s hand through one of the openings, letting the strap wind about his wrist and hold it there.

He can still work himself free - it’s not a true restraint - but it will mimic the feeling of it anyway. And he remembers the sight of him buried deep in Basch’s body with the man’s hands bounds above him. Not quite the same, but a good adaptation of mimicry, considering the setting. And, as long as Basch has no objection to it, he’ll lift his other hand to fasten it the same way for the time being. ]

[bardische]

[ How Sylvain already reads him so well is a mystery that threatens to shake him if he looks at it too squarely. He does indeed worry he's misspoken, but the kiss and the reassuring words banish it nearly before he's even acknowledged it, keeping him from shifting elsewhere.

That Sylvain is guiding him, and to restraints no less, offers his mind that blissful retreat to only the here and now. It is different than before, because his trust is higher, and there is no audience for their sounds. He still flushes, embarrassed by the way this set up makes his arousal grow, for no other reason than he was sure, for so long, that wanting things like this was something to be hidden and suppressed.

He cannot consider that there seems, in fact, to be no danger, no consequence, especially not with a willing partner, because if that is true, a good deal of the fabric he's used to hold himself together the past twenty years will topple, and so again he focuses only on the sensation of Sylvain's hands and the suspensions that dig gently into him. ]

I have no objections to that. I find your attention desirable and exhilarating. [ Not much of a confession, but a constant use of a muscle that has near atrophied for him. And he hopes that Sylvain likes to hear it, even if he can clearly see it. ]

[philancer]

[ He can see it, and it makes him smile as he drinks in the sight of Basch reclined for him, suspended in the swing. His hands bound up in the ropes that hold his weight and everything else exposed and on display for him.

He lets calloused fingertips slide down over Basch’s torso, his touch teasing but confident. Tweaking and tugging the man’s nipples till they darkened, hardened, sensitivity drawn to the surface. And then he lets his touch drift lower, fingers curling around his cock and giving him a slow stroke, but one that made the swing sway slightly all the same. ]

Is it comfortable, the swing?

[bardische]

[ He feels exposed, and the gut instinct to struggle, to hide, is there beneath the surface. That makes it all the more arousing as he keeps himself still, vying with himself that this is what he wants, and that he trusts the other not only to make this wonderful, but that there will be no malice, no use of this against him.

It's hardly a moment before those rough hands are on him, and his breathy moan comes easy even before the attention shifts to his nipples. This alone is bliss, but Sylvain is not one to let him rest. The touch to his cock earns a sharper sound, body tensing in response to the swing's motion. ]

Surprisingly. [ He admits. Physically and emotionally. ] Is the view to your liking?