Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

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For Edelgard

[bardische]

[ from here ]

As have you, [ he agrees, his smile warm as her hands settle in his. If she is inexperienced, it is not something he registers as odd. She seems younger than him, for one, and for another he is used to women of aristocratic background being deeply careful with their attentions.

He does notice the hand on his neck, and that the stiff formality of it softens some. She is comfortable, and he is glad. His own mouth was set to stay even, but he finds his lips shifting softly to meet hers in the breath before she pulls back, his own face lingering near hers as he still supports her hands.

He would be glad to see her again, he realized. Whether she wished to kiss him or simply to walk beside someone to pass the uneasy time. ]

It has genuinely been a delight, my Lady.

for Tighnari

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch lets out a sound that's equal parts surprise and undeniable pleasure, his body going rigid for a moment before he melts into the warm touch at his jaw and welcoming kiss that is in no way strictly polite. His hands graze Tighnari's sides before settling a little more firmly, letting the other guide how long he'd like this interaction to last.

Regardless, his already heightened pulse quickens.]

for Sylvain

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch shudders as that thigh presses up between his legs, his moan hardly tempered, even as he knows others will hear. Maybe because of it. There's some level of guilt still gripping him, until the undeniable press of an equally eager arousal digs into his hip.

Ah, well, that changes things. He sighs out relief and deep, longing want, even as Sylvain's breath reaches his ear. It's -- so much to try to hold at once, too many feelings, too much that he wants and should not want so openly.

It's so much easier, though, to be presented clearly with options that the other likes. He licks his lip, swallowing as he nods. ]

Ask me again after.

[ Easier, than being too eager. And should whatever this is subside with the leash, it is an out for him. But -- much as he wants to deny it, he knows the leash has not brought this on. Greased the wheels, loosed his tongue, given him a push of boldness, but this is rooted in him, and now that someone clearly wants him, that shame turns to pure desirous heat. Especially because Sylvain has done this before and wants him for it now.

Still pinned, he bites the inside of his cheek -- gods forgive him -- and lets himself grind back against Sylvain's leg, hip catching that rigid heat. ]

Thanks for the move!

[philancer]

Mmm. Good answer.

[ There’s a smile in hive voice, underlying the quiet praise, and that curve of his lips deepens when Basch rocks against his thigh, chasing the friction offered there. The hand not gripping the leash and still holding it taut, lifts so he can tangle fingers in the man’s hair, tipping his head towards him and a moment later, he leans in to capture his lips in a rough, demanding kiss.

He knows what he’s doing, is accustomed to controlling the situation unfolding around him and he hardly minds it. Not when he’d felt the way Basch had relaxed against him when he’d narrowed down those choices. When he’d shown him that he could have what he wanted and Sylvain would happily give it. And he’d have to be blind to not be enjoying this back, watching the flush spread along the man’s skin as he hesitantly starts chasing what he wants. Or asking for it, in some cases.

In Sylvain’s mind, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here in the first place, so there’s no hesitation in him as he plunders Basch’s mouth with a hungry kiss, keeping him pinned in place while his fingers tighten their grip in the man’s hair. Positioning him just how he wanted, so the man would get the most out of the sensations created by it. The demand to surrender, and the freedom that came with such an act. ]

[crestsidestory]

[ Her expression softens, her face still somewhat warm, and the smile she gives him now is much closer to genuine than most smiles that have crossed her face today. ]

You may call me Edelgard. I am under the distinct impression that titles matter little here.

[ Just a bit belatedly, she frees his hand. ]

If you are as aimless as I am now that this game is over, would you like to accompany me for a while?

[ Having allies in this place is necessary, she thinks, and he has just proven himself the best candidate she has met so far. ]

[veardant]

[ tighnari can't help the way his mouth curves in a little smile, but he's sure to try not to overstay his welcome - after a few moments spent enjoying the kiss, tighnari breaks away from it with a soft breath. ]

Apologies.

[ he murmurs, his face warm. ]

I suppose I got a little carried away.

[bardische]

Basch, and I suspect you are correct.

[ He also suspects she has a much loftier title, but he understands the desire to meet as people and not as duties for the pockets that life allows, and so he neither presses it noroffes his own rank.

She releases his hand and his smile wavers; alas, he will miss her company.

Or -- not? Is it a mistake to join her, in the event this place pushes them to stronger intimacy? Perhaps it is already working, for the idea of pleasant company provided and received has a greater pull than staying wary. That, or his time with the pirate's ragtag crew made him weaker than he had been before his journey. ]

I would gladly join you, L-- Edelgard.

[ The device at his wrist chimes and buzzes. He glances at it, a small number appearing. ]

The house agrees we have finished here.

[bardische]

[ Tighnari may apologize, but Basch gets the distinct impression he is not sorry at all. ]

No apology needed. I have enjoyed our time together. I am glad you have too.

[ Which is...about as flirty as this knight is capable of, even as he stares a little breathlessly. When he was young, others enjoyed teasing or flustering him, and he suspects that is all this is. It does not make him uncomfortable as it did then, perhaps because there is no victory in it, just companionable warmth. ]

Re: Thanks for the move!

[bardische]

[ O-oh. He had not anticipated how much he wanted to please his keeper. He hardly has time to savor the odd sensation, because there's blissful tension in his hair and that mouth is absolutely plundering his.

He moans deeper, one of his hands splaying across Sylvain's back to encourage the pressure of his arousal to grind against him, Even as his hips shudder. He can hardly move, pinned and overwhelmed like this, and finally, finally it lets his mind short out into blissful surrender.

This isn't the first time he's done this either, but it's always been in secret, with someone he ought not partner with given their duties. It's freeing, too, that this costs them nothing.

The fingers tighten in his hair, sending shivers through him. He lets his want channel into his kiss, far hungrier than he's let his voice betray. The pressure at his neck only makes it richer, a reminder he is both wanted and at his partner's mercy. ]

[philancer]

[ For some, it is far easier to admit what they want without having to say the words, give their hidden desires voice. Maybe it's because it's taboo or maybe it's just something they think they shouldn't want. Either way, Sylvain can read these subtle pleas as clearly as if Basch had begged for them audibly and he gives him exactly what he wants.

From what he'd said earlier, he was okay with Sylvain being rough and with giving him commands, as well as a little humiliation, as long as Sylvain didn't break skin. Which wasn't really his thing anyway, so that wouldn't be an issue. But otherwise that gave him plenty to work with, he just had to figure out where to start.

Hmm. Maybe he should have picked up some of those toys on his way past, just in case. Oh well, he could make do without them.

Still keeping the pressure on Basch's cock as he keeps his thigh pressed firmly against him, he breaks away from the rough kiss to nip his way back the man's stubbled jaw, smiling faintly against his skin as he slides down his throat. His fingers remain clasped in his hair for the moment, tipping his head back to expose more vulnerable skin to him. ]

Tell me, Basch, have you ever sucked a man's cock before?

[ He has no idea how much experience the other man might have had, or what might or might not be acceptable in the world he comes from. Better to ask than accidentally cross a taboo line he didn't realize was there. ]

[bardische]

[ His breathing is already heavy, his body taught as he tries to resist the overwhelming pull of want. Those lips move down his jaw to his neck and turn to teeth, and he clasps against Sylvain's sides, a plea for more already bubbling in his throat. Unvoiced now, but he wants to be coaxed to give it, to slide even farther into release. It's clear Sylvain is the kind of person who can do that, and it's all the encouragement he needs to stay.

The question comes, and he nods once. ]

Yes [ he gasps, some part of him wondering if that is a boon or a disappointment, if this man comes from a place where that is open or private or taboo. Truth be told, he's not entirely sure of his own world's rules, just that of the men and women he came up with, and it was always done behind closed doors, and that the men he liked tended to like to see him on his knees with their cock down his throat.

He liked it too. He knew he wasn't supposed to, especially as he climbed in rank -- another thing he had no interest in. He liked to do his job, follow orders, take care of others. He liked to be of use.

And, traitorously, he liked to be coveted by better men and women. Sylvain's attention has him as hot and helpless as the sensations themselves. ]

for Aerith

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ He's glad his simple act of deferential respect pleases her. He, too, knows the desire to help and fill, but he's so unused to it being turned on him, even after weeks with the unending attempts by his odd companions at home. Her soft touch almost stings, a mounting debt he wants to pay back tenfold.

And she is so beautiful. Her hand on his face is gentle but firm, giving him permission and command to look. If that is how he can serve her, so be it, and he lets the awe show on his face, his breathing coming more heavily. The idea of her climbing into his lap and having her way with him flits across his mind, but he barely has time to consider it before she's draping her thigh across his, warm and strong, her weight balanced on him and gods he wants more, wants to have to support both of them as she makes it harder and harder for him.

Again she teases him, asking him to choose. He's thankful for the suggestions of what she likes, wanting to make this good for her. His hands come more firmly to the thick flesh of her thighs, tracing over her skin and up against the dips of the harness on her skin, then come to trace the warm, heavy flesh of her breasts, skating over the floral appliqués before he cups each in a large hand, gently but firmly massaging her around the straps, his hips jutting slightly in want.

He could lift her so easily, place her somewhere and take her however she wished. That makes it that much hotter that she has him utterly pinned with little more than a thigh and a few fingers. And of course, the collar, reminding him he is, for now, her charge. ]

Does this please, my Lady?

for Olivine

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ Basch wouldn't disagree. His life had been so full of hollowness; anything else was a luxury, and that's not what he was built for. ]

One needs hope to survive, but too much can be as poisonous as none.

[ His gaze is far away, his fists tightening. But it passes. He's always been soothed by those who can live that way; that's the world he fights for, the people he wants to protect.

Olivine may be less naive than he appears; Basch is more. Years in prison and on the run have eroded already weak social awareness, and so he is unabashedly surprised when Olivine so earnestly accepts his offer. ]

Privacy would not be remiss.

[ He doesn't really want to don the terrible t-shirt he's been provided with, but clean clothing and a quiet space are some of the luxuries he has come to cherish, and there is no doubt he's growing hungry. ]

Basch. [ That name is not a danger here, an odd thing to consider. ] Good to meet you.

[philancer]

[ The quick smile that curves against his skin should tell Basch all he needs to know about how much Sylvain likes that answer, that it's not a disappointment at all.

He pulls back, giving a light tug on the leash he holds, stepping back - if a bit reluctant to relinquish the way he'd had him pinned against the wall, but there was only so much he could do in that position. There were other things he wanted to try. ]

Good. Let me see you on your knees for me, Basch. You already look so good in the leash and collar, I want to enjoy the entire picture of it.

[bardische]

[ he nearly protests the space between them, not that it would have been much more than a muffled sound, but it’s not hard to put together the question, the pleased grin, and the new order.

He’d forgotten, though, how he must look, or that that may be part of the appeal. The embarrassment at this ridiculous outfit and being kept like some pet washes through him again, this time with something more acidic: that he likes it.

It takes no further prodding for him to sink to his knees, head bowed even as his eyes rake in how equally eager Sylvain is and how strong his legs are. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, he spreads his hands around those legs, pressing his forehead to that rigid bulge even as the collar pulls at his neck. His voice comes out low and dazed. ]

Use me.

[massochism]

... An important fact to remember, surely.

[ah, but those words say more than not, and Olivine can't help but commiserate the feeling. an abundance of hope is a poison, true... but he doesn't need to lecture this man about it. not here and now, in the middle of the baths at least.]

We're in agreement, then.

[privacy shouldn't be too hard to find, at least—he's sure his erstwhile bedmate is long gone, so there's always the room he woke up in if they can't find anywhere else.]

A pleasure, Basch. Even under the circumstances. [with all other thoughts summarily thrown out, Olivine approaches the taller man, slow and unobtrusive.] Do you have a place in mind? We can stop to redress our clothes on the way, of course, but beyond that...

[beyond that, the choices are many. ]

[philancer]

[ He makes a low, strained sound when Basch presses his face against his own straining erection, because the way the other man had been grinding against him earlier had ensured that he was fully hard now. Not that that would have been difficult to achieve here promptly anyway. His pants might not be quite as tight as Basch’s, but they still don’t leave much to the imagination in his current state.

And with Basch now on his knees before him, he makes sure the leash has enough slack to not cut off his airway before tangling the fingers of that hand in the man’s hair to take a guiding grip once more. ]

Oh, with pleasure. Is there anything else you’d like to request I do - or don’t do - before we start? And if not, you can start unfastening my trousers. Especially since you’re so eager.

[ It’s said with fond amusement, rather than letting the words become a cutting taunt. Sylvain’s well capable of both, but he much prefers praise to humiliation, if he has a say in it. ]

[fallen_cetra]

[It was getting to be a struggle to keep her expression gentle and calm. The way he looked at her made her want to melt into him and kiss him breathless, it had been so, so long since anyone had looked at her like that. Basch was heartbreakingly handsome in that moment, and she wanted more. To see whatever lay beneath the hurt and the guilt flourish into what he must have been, once. Whatever it took to see him confident and commanding, a proper flame instead of this weak flicker as he struggled.

So she allows herself to be noisy, where she was used to stifling any emotional outbursts aside from her laughter. When he brings himself to touch her she croons encouragement, shifting to meet his hands wherever he let them roam. A little shiver went through her as his hands settle on her thighs, her mind happily giving her what it might feel like to have him grip her by the hips and pull her down. The warmth of his palms against her breasts draws out a happy moan as she gets a better look at how big his hands actually are.

Maybe she can convince him to lift her off her feet, press her into the bedding as if she weighed nothing. Where these wild thoughts of being tossed around by him were coming from she wasn't sure, but she was absolutely going to save them for later. Once she saw how confident he could be.]

It does, Basch, thank you. You're doing so well for me.

[The hand under his chin shifted, no longer needing to force his gaze up, but now she cradled his face, thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. Sighing happily, her next words came out as something close to a purr.]

You can pinch them a little, I won't mind. I'll probably like it, you know.

[crestsidestory]

Basch. [ Her smile, though small, lingers. ] I am pleased to have met you.

[ As the band around his wrist chimes she looks down first at it and then at her own, which quickly echoes his. It's somehow both reassuring and vaguely uncomfortable to know that their effort paid off quickly. ]

We are monitored well, aren't we.

[ Leading the way to the door, she steps through it and holds it open for him to follow her. She lowers her voice slightly, not certain of how serious to be this: ]

I suppose we should be careful in this corridor. We may risk being ushered into another room and another game.

for Eiden

[bardische]

[ from here ]

[ He supposes that's true. Balthier and Fran had said something similar.

He's startled as Eiden moves closer. If anything, he ought to be serving the other. But -- there's something he recognized in that set gaze. A need to be of service, and so he nods, once, willing himself to stay relaxed. ]

I suppose that's a fair way to look at it. And returning rested would be a boon.

[ There's so much ahead of him, and his body could use the time to keep healing. Eiden may notice that, despite his physique, he's laced with scars and is thinner than his bone structure suggests. He could do to eat more and sleep more. ]

You're skilled at this. [ An observation, more than a complimet. Was Eiden someone this was easy for? It never had been for Basch. ]

[bardische]

[ That sound is beautiful, making his chest tighten. It's as good as being praised, and he wants more of it. He doesn't miss, either, the knowing way the other can adjust the pressure at his neck. He's so grateful; it's so easy to trust and sink into this, to feel like his partner has their role adequately covered.

That, and he loves the tight grip in his hair. ]

None that I can think of [ He murmurs after a moment of real thought. The encouraging praise makes his breath catch again. ] I -- like the balance you are striking.

[ It's difficult for him to ask for things, but this much he can muster, especially seeing that Sylvain wants the feedback. That said, it is easier to have a task than to sit in these feelings, and so he straightens, smoothing a hand down Sylvain's front before beginning to work the fastening. His own cock throbs in anticipation, and for a moment, he lets himself enjoy it. ]

[bardische]

[ He isn't expecting the sounds, and his eyes widen slightly, sound catching in his own throat, as if his body remembers he is supposed to match in this, even if his heart is guarded. He wants more of it, especially as that pleased look grows increasingly less guarded and more wanting. It feels...good to give her that. And shamefully good to feel worthy of that, even as he feels guilty that he's somehow tricked her, or that he doesn't deserve this reprieve.

you're doing so well for me

A sob bubbles in his throat but he clamps it down. That's a thing people say in these situations. And he will not put his burden on her. Even if it's been years since someone touched his cheek so tenderly.

What he will do is take that suggestion, on of his hands shifting to trace closer to her nipple, applying firmer pressure there. The other grips and massages more firmly. If he weren't already hard as a sword, the mix of praise and the perfect way her breasts fit in his palms would be contributing. ]

You could sit across my leg, Lady, or I could give you my hand.

[ She'll need increased pressure soon, to keep her heat escalating, and the idea of feeling her cunt fluttering with want is enough to make him ache for her. If she didn't have these appliques, he'd put her breast in his mouth, but as it is, he isn't sure what to do with them. ]

lmao i changed my mind

[bardische]

[ Olivine is...beautiful. It strikes Basch more in the way he carries himself. Someone confident and at ease. Balthier has that, when he's not showing off. But Olivine is softer, inviting. It makes him easy to look at, easy to talk to. ]

I'd meant to get new clothing after this. Perhaps after, one of the fireplaces they have set up across the building?

[ They were private, cozy, not so unsettling for him as some of the more futuristic materials and styles. ]

happy to go whatever direction you want from here

[bardische]

It would seem we are.

[ At least here they know it. He has, more than once, found some new magic or technology has been being used to spy, and it is always an uncomfortable feeling.

Still. It is good to be wary that his activities are likely logged somewhere. There is no real privacy here.

She must be thinking along the same lines, and he nods. ]

I think it best we decline any invitation and insist we have a destination. There are private spaces near fires that seem safe, and I saw no foolery in the dining area.

[ Unbeknownst to him, the latter often sent people seeking private space after. He still does not know how any of this works. ]

[veardant]

[ yeah, he's.. only a little sorry. his smile says as much. ]

I have. I've.. also lost count.

[ he admits, with a light laugh, though his hands remain resting comfortably on basch's chest. this is nice. this is good. ]

I think that makes four for you. Shall I roll one last time?