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Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.
I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.
For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.
I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.
As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.
I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.
Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.
I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.
Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.
Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
CLOWNS
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES
.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
SUMMER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX
ENFJ-T
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It's okay... i-it's okay, I know...
[ stroking his thigh softly, slowly with one hand while the other plays slowly with his chest, dragging fingers to give each nipple its own care, dipping to kiss his way up his chest, along his neck. he can't get enough of him, lips parting to taste the warmth of his skin, breathing him in. the scent of the soap is intoxicating, but the curves, warmth, and slick wetness of olivine's body drive him further than any other aphrodisiac could. a deep blush has bled over eiden's cheeks, down his neck as he pushes his cock fully inside, sheathing himself in the decadent heat. ]
Olivine - hah... ohhhhh... [ a soft gasp as he feels him around him, everywhere, suffused in him. ] - man, fuck everyone else, they can enjoy the show or leave, no skin off my back...
[ said as he draws out to the flared tip of his head and and pushes back in with a sharp snap of his hips, just to delight in the way olivine's flesh bounces with the force of it. over again, and again, a few quick times in succession, he bounces him on his cock fingers dug into his skin as he keeps his eyes trained on him and only him. ]
Just look at me... look at us... down here... [ one hand slides downwards, to where their bodies meet, framing the base of his cock with his fingers poised in a "v" as he bites his lip. ] Look at how we fit... s'perfect, right? Like you were made for me, for my cock to slide right inside... to use you just how you want. You take such good care of me...
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Then... nngh...
[his whole body feels like it's on fire as fingers tease nipples, dragging and dipping against soft skin. that's barely soothed by the press of lips over his chest, his neck, and Olivine's head tilts up so prettily in offering. the angle is too sharp to really cling to him, else there's no doubt the priest would right now. aphrodisiacs may as well not exist, either—he'd have been in this space the instant he was alone with Eiden, had been practically since they started talking, alongside the excitement of just... having that time again. to stay with him, to be with him.
finally, though, Eiden's cock pushes inside, and Olivine still half-bites down his moan in turn. it's still so loud in their small space anyway.]
Gggh... ah... oh God, Eiden... [perfect. his whole body poised to take Eiden in, that's the only thing he can call it.] It's—haah!
[it's whatever, really. as Eiden pulls back, every inch of him drawing against Olivine's greedy insides. they could be watching and he... for once, he thinks it wouldn't really bother him. the snap of hips inwards jolts him fully against the bath wall, and it forces a sharp howl of a noise from the priest's lips. cheeks darken all the more and he can't help but reach up to cover his mouth for the second, the third. it really doesn't help, never has.]
Eiden... nnghaah... [it's so much easier to just not be self-conscious. his gaze follows Eiden's hand, down past his cock to where their bodies meet, so alluring in the way they appear just beyond the emphasising fingers there.] Perfect... yes... I still can't really believe it. The way you fill me up... haaah... the way you use me. And you take good care of me, too...
[the fondness on his face is clear as Olivine shifts a hand to cradle his cheek, warmth suffusing against his palm.]
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the man never ceases to surprise eiden, truly, every time he looks him in the eye, he can't help but find himself filled with warmth that goes straight to his toes and back up again. ]
Always. I'll always take good care of you...
[ he would never not. never in a million years, as long as he lives. he lets those roving hands, the one framing their intimate connection, slide back up to slip into his hair, strands falling over his knuckles as he presses a slow kiss to his mouth, parting lips to trace his tongue inside.
mid-kiss - ]
Like this... make as much noise as you want... tell me how much you enjoy it, how good it feels for you... [ a kiss, and then another ] I wanna hear every moan, every noise...
[ - leaning in once more, he holds his face. hovering over his lips: ]
I love every little sound you make.
[ he bucks his hips to punctuate the last part: ] Just [ slap ] for [ slap ] me.
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there's no rush, not with Olivine. not when he thinks he can feel it in the thrust of hips, the jolt of his body and the warmth of hands against it.]
Ei... den... nnnh...
[he's so... sweet. even just like this, threading fingers into Olivine's hair and holding him close. mouths meet and tongues mingle again, and he sighs softly into it. teeth bite down in just the gentlest nip.
ah... but then he says that, and Olivine can't help but flush deeper still, creeping down his neck.]
You're so... ah... how can I ever say no to you? [more kisses, warm and heady, keep him grounded.] I don't want to hide from you...
[he's so close, and Olivine wants so badly to lean up and brush those lips.]
I always feel so good—
[his hands falter, fingers curling against Eiden's back as he bucks his hips and drives half-yelped cries from him.]
Ah... you're so deep... I feel like I'm going crazy. [his lips tilt up this time to brush the brunet's, thumb brushing his cheek.] You're so... perfect for me... Eiden... I've needed you so badly.
[for longer than he likes to admit, honestly.]
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he needs him, and eiden is so glad he's here to be just that - what he needs. after everything that's happened... after last seeing him... god... he's so afraid of losing him to anything like that ever again.
so he smiles instead of lingering over the fear of seeing olivine then, fleeing to the woods, the blood trickling down his neck from the stab of a needle. ]
I know... and I haven't been around either. You've been carrying such a heavy burden all on your own shoulders. I should have been there sooner, faster...
[ he leans in and nuzzles him softly, the thrusting of his hips slowing in order to err on the side of being deeper than simply quick. he rolls his hips, driving into him and gazing deep into his eyes now. ]
But I'm here now. I can be here and give you whatever you need, whatever you want. [ his hands don't leave olivine's face, fingers curling at some of his hair that has found its way forward as he kisses his mouth, his forehead, the space between his eyes. ] I'm all yours, okay? You say my name and I'll come... no matter what. Even if it's to read or to work on a project or... or anything. I'll be here at your beck and call.
[ his voice wavers a little bit before he finally gives him a very playful (suitably mean) slap to his ass as it crests out of the water with one thrust. ]
Now... take. Take until you come. I want to see you go crazy in the way I like best. In the way that feels good for you.
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[he could state it for the record, and Olivine would probably just pinch his cheeks and scold him for even thinking he could be speaking in earnest. it is the reality of it, after all. Eiden, the way that he swallows up the priest's thoughts and fears, devours every second of doubt with tongue and teeth and lips, is practically perfect in his eyes. without ever having to talk it through, he's already figured Olivine out.
hips drive him into the side of the bath and he's stricken by it again. the hapless, hopeless drag of care, want, need, all shared between them. to think, he'd been so close to hurting him, to losing him by losing himself. if he'd left him alone because of his own stubbornness...
they're so alike in that. Eiden speaks of not being around, of leaving him alone, and Olivine has to quash the guilt that threatens to rise up between them.]
Eiden... don't... haah! Ah... you had so much to do... you came exactly when I—needed you.
[he can't help but believe it was God's benevolence, in all his priestly understanding... but that's okay. it's telling, even, that God sees fit to see them together. that's what he thinks, anyway. Eiden nuzzles into him without stopping the thrust of his hips, and Olivine has to hold on to his shoulders a little more tightly to keep from squirming and arching at the new angle, the new depth.
his gaze is hazy and warm, lips parted for panting breaths.]
You're here. That's all I—aah!—care about. [there's a huff of laughter at the words, the offer. all his... all his. it's intoxicating. selfishness rises in his chest and he can just imagine taking advantage of it, seeing how far Eiden meant for it, finding no ending. honestly, it scares him a little, thinking he could be allowed such an indulgence.] Eiden... o—okay. I'll remember. [another kiss to his mouth, reciprocated in kind. his hands move to cover Eiden's on his face, even though it unbalances him.] You... you too, though—I'm all yours, too. Anytime you want me, just call for me. I won't leave you alone. No matter what.
[his thoughts are utterly scattered as Eiden slaps his ass when it rises out of the water, a sharp yelp escaping him before it melts into a groan. half-lidded eyes look upward at the brunet, weight shifting at his order. his request. his declaration.]
Ah... haah... [he barely manages a nod, one trembling hand reaching to find purchase on the edge of the tub. red-cheeked, any remaining sense of propriety is clearly drained out of him by the time he speaks.] Then... nhhaah... keep slapping my ass. I want to—to feel it... for days...♥
[it's hard to keep talking in full sentences, so he stops trying for now. instead, Olivine does what he's asked—greedily, hungrily. his hips roll into every deep thrust, sure he could feel the tip of his cock butting up against his gemstone if he focused. the very thought only makes his reactions more visceral, leg curled tight over Eiden's waist, gaze dropping down to watch the jolt of his cock alongside the way the brunet's slides effortlessly in and out. no, he certainly won't last much longer... but that's alright. more than alright.]
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they have to go back home.
eiden's cock bottomed out presses deep inside, and with a hand raking upwards, eiden slides it over his belly, presses as he bucks forward with a smile on his flushed face. flushed from the bath, from being buried so deep inside of olivine. ]
You can feel it, I know that look on your face... s'okay... just focus on me...
[ keep focusing on me. there are a few people watching from the side, not wildcards, it seems with how normal they seem to treat this. eiden just bows over him more, letting himself laugh. ]
Or maybe you do like a little audience. Just like behind the podium when you sucked me off... you're always so naughty.
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they have to go back home eventually. there's far too much to do.
Olivine can't help the shudder that slides down his spine when a hand rakes up and over his belly, presses down near the too-sensitive skin around his gemstone. if he wasn't already completely overwhelmed, that would do it—along with the notable shift of his cock driving deep in, caught against the pressure of that hand.]
Ah—I am— Eiden...
[God, he's so impossibly perfect. dirty and lewd and absolutely shameless in teasing Olivine, calling attention to the people watching as he does. it's not that he didn't notice them before, but as Eiden bows over him, bends him over more, he can't—he can't help himself.]
Haah... haah... I like... the feeling of it. Being caught, being watched... I can't help it. Especially with how you look at me... when I'm naughty. [sweetly, despite the tears now welling in his eyes, the ache of his skin where Eiden bruises them both with his pace. as long as they see him with Eiden... as long as Eiden accepts him, that's enough.] Nngh! Eiden, I can't...
[ah, he's close. there's the telltale squirm of it, even with every jolt into him obscuring that for everyone except the brunet. there are people watching, but he just... can't care. they don't know him. they don't need to know him, they're just here to witness this. sure, it still tinges his cheeks a little more red, as though there was much further they could go, but there's not the slightest cooling of desire.]
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I can't stop looking at you... I won't... not like this... you're beautiful. [ he murmurs gently into his ear afterwards with a sweet twist to one of his nipples: ] Even when you aren't all worked up on my cock like this, getting fucked silly, you're gorgeous. Now... come for me like a good boy. Come all over.
[ eiden's own heart is racing, his body fevered and aching for olivine to squeeze him tight enough and spill between both of them. he wants to fill him up terribly... wants to watch him breathe and leak. ]
Show them how lucky I am...
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Nnh... haah... Eiden...! [his whole body jolts as the other twists a nipple, tongue slipping out of his mouth in his soft panting. it slurs his speech for every thrust and touch after, not that there's anything left resembling actual speech. just the slurred murmur of the brunet's name on his lips, drowned in the appreciation of his words. like this, to be thought beautiful... worthy...
he knows it's how he's perceived, of course, but it's so damn hard to internalise it. maybe that's why he's so desperate, above all else. and really, he's sure his fingers must be equally bruising where they grip, trembling. come for me like a good boy. it's so—embarrassing, how much it affects him. even if he hadn't been at the edge already, he thinks it would make him come all on its own.]
Ei—den... I want... ngghaah!
[he doesn't need to ask to be filled, he knows it. but he can't help it, greed flaring up and clawing its way through him. words are aborted for the effort of pulling him closer as he comes, his body squeezing down tight and splatters of white spilling up onto his torso, dripping down into the water below here and there.
every movement thereafter is pure electricity, stirring up his essence and taking his breath away in anticipation. don't stop, he tries to say, but words are little more than jumbled moans now. Eiden won't stop anyway. he knows the man better than to worry.]
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he pumps into him once more and feels it, a flare of satisfaction as he comes inside of him, deep and hot. he gasps and presses forward into him, continuing with as much rhythm as he can manage before he begins to slow. ]
Hah... hah... Olivine...
[ softer, clutching him for dear life, fingers dug into the thick muscle of his chest, into the softer parts of him as he lets the aborted twitches of his hips keep olivine plugged up with his spend. eiden steals one kiss and then another, lets his tongue brush his own as he deepens it. between: ]
I know what you want... I know... Just like this... So you can feel all of me... yeah?
[ with a blissful grin ] I love that too... I wanna feel you like this, deep inside... wet... hot...
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As he slows, Olivine's grasp shifts, letting go of its tight grip on Eiden's shoulders to thread gently in his hair, mouths meeting sweet and warm.]
Ah... mmnh... yes... [His head shifts a little, as if he could pull away to duck it shyly again.] I love it... how you fill me... how good I make you feel, too.
[He matches every kiss, moaning softly at the dig of fingers against soft skin, pushing for nothing more. A smile draws across his lips and he clutches Eiden's face in his hands, pulling himself up for another kiss and then pressing their foreheads together, soft and sweet in spite of the way his body is bent over to hold his lover's spend.]
You're so good to me... I don't want to be anywhere else. More and more... always.
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I'm going to have to actually clean you up now... [ he does not sound like he minds it. ] Just wondering if you could handle it, what with everyone around...
[ eiden is confidence in his stamina, and even more confident in his hunger for olivine, eyes trailing downwards as he slowly pulls out of him now, fingers instead pressing in to replace. ] Wouldn't want all this to go to waste, though...
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We made a bigger mess than I realised... [not that he minds either. being a mess for him is just... Olivine loves it. even as his legs unfold and the faint ache of the stretching flickers through them, he doesn't think there's anywhere he could be happier.] Eiden... I handled this, didn't I? I think... I think I could handle anything, if it was you asking me to.
[he exhales a laugh then, eyelids drooping slightly as Eiden pulls out, slow and steady, only to slide his fingers inside to hold the mess in place.]
Haah... mmn. It's too bad... we don't have any of our things here. Although... I do like how your fingers feel, keeping everything you gave me inside.
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[ eiden just stretches like a cat, luxuriously pressed up against him. his fingers play with his hole still, and he prays these baths really get cleaned as well as it seems. it can't be helped. they put him in this position, he's going to make all kinds of use with it. ]
I'm gonna work on making some new things... maybe we can go window shopping together... [ he presses his fingers in, displacing spend out onto his knuckles. olivine is so soft inside, and so prettily exposed for him. he reaches for his cock with his other hand, strokes upwards slowly as he draws out every word: ] But I'll make you something special... I promise.
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[it's not accusatory. Olivine just laughs softly, his arms sliding around Eiden's waist, tracing up over his spine as fingers play with his hole, slow and lazy. against the faint heat of post-orgasm sensitivity, it's a balm.]
You're such a—hard worker... Eiden... I'll go shopping with you any time you want me... [ahh. his fingers press in, and Olivine thinks he can hear it squelching as spend drips onto his knuckles. it makes his back arch, his expression soft and sweet. the promise draws out a soft hum, and his fingers trail up to touch Eiden's face, brushing along his lip or cheek, wandering to his hair.] Something special... now I'm going to be thinking of it every moment to myself. You're so mean, Eiden.
[again, there's no truth to it. not even a little bit, as he leans in to press lips together, noses or foreheads in to brush.]
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Won't be right away of course... [ a little wiggle of his fingers, naughty ] ... But maybe you can tell me what sort of things you'd like to play with. What kinda things you wanna try with me. You know I'll never turn you down.
[ he's here for all of olivine's learning experiences, and knowing his enthusiasm for such things, well... he's a perfect partner for this. if anything, he might be the best equipped besides rei to really get into this sort of thing, trapped as they are. as their lips brush, eiden lets out a soft, satisfied sigh, deepening it for the sake of intimacy, hardly aiming to stir up another session just yet. he likes kissing olivine, after all, soft and giving all over. he wants to give him everything in turn, everything and anything he wants. ]
Now... should we get you actually clean this time, handsome? [
in the back of his mind he truly is like please let me wash his boobs please let me wash his boobsbut the lewd thought kind of poofs out of existence because he's also imagining just kissing him more, enjoying the heat itself, pretending for a little while longer that they're not trapped somewhere far from home. ]no subject
... even if he gives a little cry as fingers wiggle inside him, thighs clenching gently.]
Ah... haah... I can try that. I shouldn't think too long on it now... mm. Or we won't get out of here anytime soon.
[because beyond his own curiosity, he could do anything with Eiden and have his whole night feel just... perfect. lips meet lips and Olivine cradles the brunet's cheek for a moment, soft and sweet and gentle. he's greedy, but it's really only because Eiden always gives him what he wants, doesn't he.
then he says that and Olivine can't help but laugh, bright and warm, diving in for one more kiss before he responds.]
For now, at least... should I leave it all to you, Ei~den?
[honestly, how can he help himself? he knows the other, he's not opposed, and even if they keep it to just cleaning and nothing lewd... he wants to feel the other all over, warm and gentle and real. he'll handle this place, but it really is wild thinking how much harder it would have been without him here.]