Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[massochism]

[he has his safeword if he needs, of course. it's more than enough, when he's enjoying every second of this. and honestly, he'd like to give more encouragement, more reminders that this is good, it's what he wants—but he really can't. it's a good thing Basch continues on the path of intuiting it, probably.

it's notable, at least, the little shifts that get Basch going. a little hard to pull into proper context, but they're things he'll try to remember should anything happen in the future. certainly nothing like this, most likely, but he always wants to help.

much like he would soothe Basch, if he knew the depths of his thoughts, the fact that he finds something like this shameful even when Olivine asked for it. his pleasure is important, after all.

chasing it gives something to Olivine, too, the heat of his orgasm soothing something in him. Basch folds over him in the immediate aftermath, and the priest already regrets not being able to put his arms down to hold them both up. his hands tug lightly at the leash wrapping them behind his back at this regret, but it's still easy to melt into the heady, sweet feeling of afterglow starting to settle in. he's still breathing a little hard, slowly catching up to the time and space again.]

Ah... haaah... thank you... Basch. Mmn...

[bardische]

[ That Basch doesn't trust that safety valve to be used, if needed, is likely something he needs to address. But not today. Nor is today for explaining the shame...is pleasurable, in its own way. If handled right. It's complicated when he's also leading, something he has less familiarity with.

But Olivine is nothing but glowing, and that thanks pulls the last of the concern from him. ]

I hope you are pleased, Olivine.

[ A low, gentle comment, role entirely forgotten. And he sits there for a few moments, dazed by afterglow, trying to catch his breath, straining to hear Olivine's comfortable sighs, before he straightens himself, undoing the tie from his wrists and gently guiding his arms down, pulling out from inside him, easing his body onto the couch as his fingers go to search for the clasp on the collar. He finds it this time. ]

Shall I take this off, or do you wish me to continue until you are returned to your rooms?

[massochism]

[it always takes him a good moment to come down from it all, comforted in the weight of someone against him, warm and real. the gentle statement, role shed completely, earns a soft, vibrant laugh from the priest that probably answers long before he does.]

Immensely... thank you, Basch.

[sliding out of his own space is easier than expected, arms coming to hold himself up with again. fingers slide over the collar and he exhales a soft sigh, eyes half-lidded.]

Mm, you can take it off. We... shouldn't have any need for it anymore.

[once they're past here, it should be much quieter, so there'll be no attention on either of them anymore; all of it seems to have been diverted elsewhere, perhaps for similar acts starting up amid their own. which... he realises rather belatedly exactly what just happened, and how public it was. he'll process that later, from the fact that he actually went through with it to the fact that he didn't dislike it.]

Wrap this one?

[bardische]

[ He's almost startled by the laugh, but it's impossible to deny that Olivine is not in anyway put out by their activities. That helps, even if it leaves him feeling confused in the wake of the leash's pull fading.

At least he has a task, as he works to free the collar and toss it aside. He grabs behind him, handing Olivine the clothing he shed and pulling on his own. It's hard to not stare at the floor, the self-consciousness flooding in as what they've done starts to hit. At least, as Olivine noticed, the crowd has found attention elsewhere. ]

I would walk you to your room, if you like, otherwise I will...see you some other time.

[ He leaves it vague, not asking for a commitment so much as trying to slip away so he can try to calm his erratic nerves. ]

sounds good!

[massochism]

[as he takes his clothes, Olivine offers a small, thankful smile. it's easier than he'd worried, dressing back up, and he pauses only briefly at the offer. really, he'd like the company, but...]

Ah... I won't keep you... but if you'd like, I wouldn't mind the company. We can talk anytime, of course.

[there's a lot he just... did, here, and even if Basch was willing, it still feels wrong to ask him for anything more now. even with the sense of being seen rising, he doesn't feel comfortable asking to lean on the other man for any longer. so he doesn't; reaching out to take the blond's hands lightly in his, squeezing another brief moment of thanks, he offers a warm and gentle smile before breaking away again.

whether Basch walks with him or not, the walk back is quiet, maybe a little lonely. he'll worry about how to apologise later, how to talk to him again. it doesn't really reach his face much anyway, and then... well, then there's his room. he has a lot to think about when he gets there, to be sure.]