Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[philancer]

Not obvious.

[ Sylvain corrects him gently as he presses open-mouthed kisses to Basch’s flushed skin. Feeling every tremble, every clench, every shudder that sweeps through the other man in his pleasure. He hums, pleased that this little venture was so well-received. He’d have to remember that for next time. He likes making Basch speechless with want. ]

But I like that you don’t try and hide it. Or fake any of it. You are open, and that is refreshing all in itself. Let yourself feel, Basch, all of it, let it wash over you. Trust me, I take every sound and shudder and cry you make as encouragement to keep giving you more. Something I doubt you have objections to.

[ He slides his fingers a little deeper into the man’s eager body, scissoring them within him. He’s still open from earlier so there’s much less resistance this time, and he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves easily as he brushes calloused fingertips over it. ]

[bardische]

[ Somehow that’s comforting. He doesn’t know why. He just…wants to be interesting. Wants to be enough to come back to.

And that’s before Sylvia’s starts listing off what he likes. Basch would protest if there were any way to, but he’s trapped, shuddering under open kisses and the onslaught of praise, speechless with the fingers in his sensitive ass. It’s so much easier to just succumb to the orders, even if they are orders that go against every habit he’s ever had.

The result is a strangled moan, embarrassment at his ever-growing want soothed only by Sylvain’s promise that he enjoys it. His stomach contracts again, knees and wrists fighting against the swing.

He’s…so glad they did this, this way. ]

[philancer]

[ He smiles as he tongues and sucks at Basch’s balls before dipping low again to slide his tongue into the man’s body alongside his fingers, continuing the stimulations.

He, too, is very glad they decided to try this, because Basch is gorgeous like this, expression lost in the pleasure he feels, body struggling against the restraints of the swing but not truly trying to pull free. Just needing that feeling of being held back, something Sylvain understands all too well.

And when he needs to use his fingers more, to get deeper, he turns his head slightly, teeth working against the inside of the man’s thigh, leaving red crescents as he presses down into the soft flesh, still grinning all the while. ]

[bardische]

[ he shudders and moans against the sensations assaulting his sack, pulling harder against the restraints and melting into bliss at getting no farther than a light bob in the swing. It’s like so much he has to keep carefully restrained flows into the tightness at his limbs instead, leaving him helpless and free to just enjoy the sensations.

And Sylvain is just…so good at this. He whimpers against the mix of tongue and finger, hips rocking and thighs clenching, and when those teeth turn to that delicate inner flesh he curses, gasping Sylvain’s name. His muscles are getting sore from contracting, and he can feel the heat threatening to spill, his body tighter and tighter as he pants and moans, wanting more, needing more, and aware he will be useless as soon as he comes. This is dizzying, and he’s already been spent so many times today. ]

I’m — close — fuck, Sylvain, fuck.

[philancer]

Mmm, as tempted as I am to keep you right on that edge and play a while longer… I’m not feeling that cruel tonight. Come for me then, Basch. Let me watch you come without me even having to touch your pretty cock.

[ And he’ll lean forward to let his tongue delve deep again, giving him that wet heat in pleasure and stimulation as he crooks his fingers, purposefully aiming for the man’s prostate as he takes in the way he clenches and shudders around him.

He hadn;t been lying when he said he found him beautiful like this, and he didn’t want to miss even a moment of Basch’s pleasure. ]

[bardische]

[ While Basch wouldn't have found that cruel, per say, he did think it would exhaust him entirely from any other activities, and so he does not protest. This one, he thinks, has no shame to it; Sylvain is again careful for his comforts. Soft, even under that teasing and pushing.

He does let out a startled sound of shame, however, at the reminder he is going to come without being touched. Well, he corrects, as his mind struggles to wrap around the sensation at his ass, not his cock anyway. His mind's too full to settle on it though, other than the way is gives his arousal an added bite, and between that and Sylvain finding that sensitive spot so masterfully, that new warm, wet sensation added to the mix, it's hardly a few more moments before his breathing changes, the pitch higher as his body goes taught, desperately fighting against the swing and comforted by the way it holds him, the way Sylvain holds him.

He gasps like a dying man reborn as his orgasm hits, entire body golden and shuddering. His cock waggles oddly, bobbing as he seed pumps out, his stomach ripples, his thighs tense.

And then he collapses entirely, hoarse and unable to find his words, whimpering and moaning against the aftershock and Sylvain still inside him. That, and he finds himself wanting to hold and gently kiss that mischievous face. Worse, lie against him and give in to sleep.

that is a dangerous want, even when it has been offered, but right now he's too pleased and dazed to care, closing his eyes to catch his breath, glad for where Slyvain still holds him. He wants that tether. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain works him through it with a satisfied smile, fingers rubbing over that spot within him to keep him awash in pleasure until his body arches with the force of his orgasm. Only then does he ease up, those teasing strokes and the press of his tongue turning instead to soothing touches as he withdraws his fingers. Whisper-light kisses as his lips trail along the inside of the man’s thigh instead. ]

Just like that. So gorgeous in your pleasure, Basch. And knowing that it was my hand and mouth that made you unravel like this.

[ Another kiss, as he moves up on his knees between the man’s spread and still-bound legs, but this one is pressed against the base of the man’s cock. The next, at his tip, as his tongue swirls against heated skin and gathers the last drops of his pleasure lingering there. He grins, slow and sated, his eyes dark, as he takes in Basch’s debauched form. Enjoying the results of his efforts. ]

[bardische]

[ He's surprised yet again, when the main act finishes and Sylvain's touch is still there, gentle and teasing and pleased. His eyes fall shut, panting as he revels in it and tries to catch his breath.

He's unsure about the compliment, but he does not fight it. He does fully believe Sylvain's pride, though. ]

I had no chance.

[ It's found, but cut off with another cry as a kiss crosses to his cock, and then there is a tongue again, one he knows is seeking his seed. Never has he had someone order and direct who also so deeply wishes to enjoy him like this. He opens his eyes, looking down to that warm, sated gaze, his cock in that mouth again. ]

I do not understand why you are drawn enough to me to linger so, but I am humbled and glad to see you so pleased. I think...there is little I wouldn't do if I knew it would earn that look.

[ It makes his stomach twist, being that honest while being so physically vulnerable. Or perhaps that what gives him the chance to say it. ]

[philancer]

You don’t have to understand it, just accept that I do. And I am very pleased with you, Basch.

[ One more light kiss to the tip of his cock before Sylvain pushes upright once more. With careful hands, he frees the man’s wrists and ankles from the swing before offering him a hand to help him up. ]

Why don’t we go try out those cushions for a bit. See if they’re as comfy as they look? I think we’ve both earned a bit of a reprieve.

[bardische]

[ Basch is too spent and too speechless for words, so he just nods. He fully expects Sylvain will be gone come morning, but it does not dampen the magic of company enjoyed. He waits patiently, eyes closed and head pressed against Sylvain's chest as the man undoes his bounds, taking the offered hand.

Even when he stands, he is weak on his knees. ]

I was beginning to think your stamina had no end.

[ He lets Sylvain lead the way, hiding winces with practiced ease. He is still not healed from prison, and their activity has strained him. Not that he regrets it. ]

[philancer]

[ He very nearly scoops Basch up and carries him over to the pile of cushions awaiting them, but he didn’t think the other man would appreciate that and he doesn’t know him as well as some of his other friends yet, who he would have embarrassed in good fun or just to make them grump at him.

But he doesn’t miss that wince, or the unsteadiness, so the arm that twines about the man’s waist is casual and disguised as merely a need to continue touching him and not at all to help steady his balance, nope. ]

Technically, it was your stamina we were testing that last time.

[ he points this out with a wink as he guides him towards the cushions, and then carefully drags him down with him. Stretching out on his back, he tucks Basch in against his side, letting the man find a position he was comfortable with, although Sylvain still kept an arm twined about him, fingers skating against his skin. ]

[bardische]

[ And Basch does not miss a supportive gesture hidden behind camaraderie; a trick he himself used often, though he doesn't protest it. It just makes him discount the affection in it.

It's harder to dismiss it when Sylvain, true to his word, pulls Basch down against his side, arm still around him, fingers still tracing his skin. ]

It's not what it used to be [ Basch admits, tentatively settling his head on Sylvain's chest. He can feel his heart gaining speed again. This -- he has little experience with. It's been such a long time, it almost feels fake. ] Though a good deal stronger than I expected.

[ Even so, he can feel the ragged edges of sleep pressing at the back of his mind. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a chuckle that rumbles through his chest, beneath Basch’s cheek. Turning his head, he presses a light kiss to the top of the man’s head, even as his hand soothes along the line of his spine. They were both naked still, but the temperature in here was tropical and warm and it wasn’t uncomfortable. Although if anyone wandered into the clearing, they’d get quite the view. Not that he had the energy to care about that right now.

He could feel how exhausted the other man was, and with good reason. ]

You did good, Basch. All of it. Rest now. I’ve got you.

[bardische]

[ It might be a foolish, naive thing to believe, but right now he's too tired to fight his own mind. And with an arm around him and a heart beating under his cheek, he very much feels like Sylvain has him, and for now, he can just enjoy that. ]

I would gladly serve you again. [ His voice is already nearly a grumble, and in another few breaths, he's fallen asleep. ]