Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[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. ]