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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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(he means something to rei, too, but it's a fact that rei refuses to acknowledge, even if the safety of his own mind. because admitting as such is a vulnerability, a scab that rei can't afford to scratch off for fear of infection.)]
Hmm, I'll have to take a look as to why he was able to leave but you weren't. I'll make note of that.
[with that, he sighs internally, flopping on the couch next to olivine. if neither of them received a letter, then that makes the letter he received even more suspicious and makes asking for help even more warranted. which he hates. and it takes every shred of willpower and every memory of all his past mistakes to hand the letter over to olivine for him to read its contents. he needs to do this. he can't rely on father anymore - at least for now.
it reads:
Do you want answers? A clever mind is never at rest. Go below the basement to where the whispers lurk. Look for what should be and is but isn't and you'll take the first step toward knowing. Why is it there without meaning? What does not having meaning mean, if it is there?
Your Admirer,
J
once olivine has finished reading it, he continues:] If you're willing... I need backup in case something happens to me.
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It's possible that he simply completed the game, but it's worth looking into.
[possible, not likely. Olivine's own reaction suggests what a surprise it had come to him as, and the likelihood of someone like Eiden not informing his clan member that he was getting close to completing the game that could send them home is basically nil. They'll both know this, of course.
Rei's weight flops down next to him and that's enough to break most of the lingering gloom in the priest—easy to mistake as a mask, but really, he just... likes the company. Trust is hard to find for someone like Rei, and Olivine is at least a little aware of it. Fingers flex as if to reach, to soothe on instinct, but he curtails that to gently take the letter, gaze turning to it.
Curiosity, a familiar hunger for answers sits there, followed by a shift of surprise. After all, he recognises that moniker... to a degree. There's a chance it, too, is referring to someone else, but...]
I'm happy to provide support in this, Rei. Whatever you may need. But—one moment.
[in case something happens to me is not a thought he's prepared to entertain right this second, though he understands why Rei says it that way. That's not what's stopping him though. That cause is his Watch, wherein it will be obvious that he's still a little clumsy with it. Getting to his messages is easy enough, but actually finding the damned link... once found though, he sends it to Rei's own messages.]
If it's the same J, then this might be helpful to you. I didn't read most of it, but if we're to believe what J says here, they were also a player like the rest of us, once.
[and if you take it at face value, that does also mean J is probably privy to whatever they say even here... and maybe more, really. Olivine isn't sure how much he believes, just yet.]
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and then olivine sends him a link. oh, olivine, you don't know what you activated, because rei is now completely hyperfocused on reading the message and the responses below. only a few, though, because there are a lot and if he read all of them, he'd be ignoring olivine for a good hour. and not that there's any need to read all of them, because this 'j' person gives nothing useful other than that they are a player as well. the difficulty in which it is to get a helpful response from this person reminds him strongly of the pain in the ass fox and the mere thought of him gives him a headache.
well, at least he has experience dealing with people like that. ugh.]
Thanks. They're not particularly forthcoming, but I have a better sense of who they are now. If they're the same person, of course. Could be anyone, but it's the strongest lead so far.
[he shuts off his watch, turning to olivine, hesitancy in his demeanor. which is unusual for him, but asking for help in general is unusual for him so whatever.] You won't have to do anything unless something actually happens. Just keep an eye on your Watch - I'll send some sort of message if I need help. If you don't hear from me, then it means I'm fine.
[he feels relief, though, that he has a backup plan in place. that's one thing off his plate. now-]
Have you been able to regulate your essence with Eiden gone?
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but that's not anything Olivine is thinking about either; the priest is far and away too earnest for something like that.]
It could be, certainly. I've only been able to explore certain parts of the resort so far, it's... quite large. [his smile warms a little as Rei explains, nodding acquiescence.] That's more than acceptable. I have no questions to your competence.
[and as much as he is a busy-body who loves to help, he's also perhaps one of the most aware of others' limits. but on the subject of essence...]
Ah—yes, surprisingly. My essence has been quite stable, except where I suspect I was... drugged. [the pause is just consideration for whether he wants to lump together both food and drink and the creatures. in the end, it's effectively the same, so he does.] And in those cases, it seems any connection—at least with other cardholders—does just fine.
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but he sure as hell will take note of it to investigate later.]
Do you remember where it happened? And do you remember what symptoms you were experiencing at the time in relation to your essence? It would be best if I double-checked your essence levels to ensure there are no residual side-effects from the drugs.
[especially after last time olivine's essence went haywire... rei doesn't have his special needle now. in any case, he brings up the notepad app on his watch and types in a few key phrases he wants to remember. he's in researcher mode and in his element with not a single vulnerability in sight now that his curiosity has been provoked.]
I'm interested in comparing your essence output between a clan member and other people not native to Klein, but that can be a discussion for later as I would need to be present for the latter, and I am currently the only other clan member here for the first data point.
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Mm... well, there was the party they threw before, with some of the candies they had. The ones that affected me were akin to acute essence imbalance—dizziness, distraction, racing heart and flushed skin, along with deep desire. There was none of the pain associated with the imbalance, though... I didn't realise it was anything odd at first, since it originally happened with someone I've spoken to a fair bit and who I got along with.
[this is... sure a way to figure out how unpriestly Olivine actually is, fun times. he'll eschew the repetitions though, and incidental additions that were... most assuredly helped along by his own interest. no sense in skewing the data points. especially since there are a fair lot of data points, as the priest is pretty in tune with his own body.]
More recently, I was in the caves near the spa, where there were... octopi, I think? Their touch left similar symptoms, but much more deeply rooted. It was— [similar to what he'd felt in the wake of the cult situation, but it occurs to Olivine in that moment that Rei won't have a damned clue about that. this much does finally set him to not quite squirming to recall it, that embarrassment finally sneaking its way in to the factual recollection of it all.] ... it was like little I'd ever felt before. Not as painful as my circumstances leading to our meeting, but I couldn't focus on much of anything. I felt so hot I could barely move, like I was drowning in sensation. I'm used to being sensitive, but even the air was making it worse, painful. When Basch arrived, I was practically delirious from the first touch on.
I'm fairly certain my essence is normal now, but if you'd like to check, I don't have any reason to refuse. And—I think the bigger question is who would be willing to let you observe, probably. [absolutely not. most of the people who have banged the hell out of Olivine would happily do it in front of God himself if they could. or with Rei, since almost all of them are menaces.] But wouldn't it be easier to test your own essence, in any case?
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he listens without judgment, his expression and notes completely objective as he types out olivine's incredibly erotic-sounding encounter. he'll have to visit these caves and test these octopi for himself - in a more controlled environment, he's not looking to get tentacled anytime soon, as fun as he's sure it is. he's doing this purely for research - which sounds like an excuse, but for rei, it truly is the sole reason.
he wonders if olivine would be up for experiencing them again. for science.he turns off the watch once more once olivine is done.] Easier in that I don't have to get volunteers, yes, but it's difficult to make objective observations when you're getting your back blown out. I'm sure you get it. [a smirk.]
I've done it before, but there's no point if I have readily available volunteers. Besides, my own essence is far too unusual to be a proper variable. I'm sure you can sense it, Olivine. [there's a strangely bitter note to his tone, but he quickly switches gears, throwing a leg over olivine's lap, one hand braced on the back of the couch, the other tipping olivine's chin up. his robe falls open, but rei pays it no mind. again, this is for science. though the predatory look on his face betrays his enjoyment of the situation - perhaps amused that he'll get to defile the priest. not that he's at all the first, but still.]
Now. Time to get a baseline reading. [with that, he kisses olivine, immediately slipping his tongue in his mouth and sweeping it wherever it can possibly reach, utterly devouring him (it's important to get varied samples, after all!) it's methodical, but not cold - perhaps all the time spent with eiden has changed him a little after all.]
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Rei truly is going to be here for like a day before realising just how unpriestly Olivine is... he would, of course, happily experience the octopi again, thanks...]Ah... that's true enough. [His cheeks flush quite deeply, and Rei would be forgiven for assuming it's embarrassment or shame in the moment.]
Rei... even so, I don't—
[well, that's his thought gone out the window, as Rei moves swiftly to close the space between them. It's not the first time he's marveled at the efficiency of the other man, and it won't be the last, he's sure. It brushes softly against the thread of concern that always follows him, the wonder at his life. There's no space to ask, not here any more than there was back in Klein... but assuredly, there's not so much as a touch of fear in his eyes as fingers tilt his head back bring his attention to Rei's face, that predatory look of his.
(It does stir him, but the priest finds nothing negative about it. He likes being prey, after all.)
There's an attempt there, lips parting to say something, ask something, when the slimmer man captures his lips. His tongue will immediately find the piercing he definitely hadn't had on Klein, perched on a tongue that meets its exploration without hesitation, long fingers finding their way into the fabric of his robe, tugging just the slightest bit to hold them both close.
It's not cold, and that might be important; Olivine is a passionate person, and he hasn't had to think about whether or not someone actually wants to do what they're doing yet. His essence... well, it's exactly as one would expect for someone as vibrant and earnest as Olivine—and who already tends toward the higher end of normalcy. There's definitely the sense of being overwhelmed, utterly devoured, and it is a completely positive sensation by the way he leans into it.]
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rei will definitely ask olivine to participate in that experiment, then. oh, it's so nice to have a willing and enthusiastic volunteer!the tongue piercing is a very, very pleasant surprise. it gives him something to play with as he immerses himself in olivine's essence, absorbs it into his own body and allow it to warm him from within. his own chaotic essence greedily takes it in, using it to stabilize itself and temper its strength. he is, of course, taking a mental note on its intensity, seeing if there are any anomalies within the warm glow. he truly is seeking to get a baseline reading so he has something to compare future experiments with... even if it benefits him with his own shadowy essence, too.
once he has his reading, he pulls away, a thread of saliva snapping between them. he licks his lips, the sweet scent of building arousal permeating the room. whether it's his own or olivine's or both, he doesn't know. either way, he's interested now, so he's not going to stop unless olivine tells him to or until they both come.] You are correct - your essence reads normal, no residual side effects from the drug. But you should stay here so I can keep an eye on your essence levels anyway.
[to avoid looking directly at olivine's reaction to his proposal, he leans in to bite gently at his ear, press heated kisses along his neck, further riling them both up, no thanks to his own essence bleeding into the air.] This place has more bedrooms than I need anyway.
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Saliva trails between their mouths when he pulls away, and Olivine watches it stretch and snap as though he's entranced by the very concept. Maybe he is, in some way; something between them culminates in something sweet and heated, and it should probably be cloying in its intensity.]
I'm glad it's—
[Ah, ah... hips rise up as teeth press to his ear too gently for his liking, stirring up his essence all the more. It's almost overwhelming actually, the way it rises in him, meeting the darker essence and mingling, soothing, pleading in its surge. Eiden always said Olivine's body was honest, and that's true—it follows right on through into his essence, hungry and accepting and utterly, completely unashamed.]
Nngh... [He takes a moment before trying again, fingers gently finding themselves in ashen hair, stroking sweetly and encouragingly in the wake of heated kisses, his pulse jumping beneath lips and tongue.] I would... like that. I'll feel more at ease with you helping to look after me, Rei.
[He's so disgustingly honest, sometimes. Still... you should stay here, the actual important part; no matter how Rei wraps it, Olivine would read it thus. Won't call him on it—he knows full well how easy it is to believe you're undeserving, that the bite of loneliness is natural and what you can do is all that really matters. He doesn't know what the other's history is, but he's not stupid enough to miss that it's heavy, painful, exhausting. His essence is unusual, yes... it bleeds in the air and whips up his own, voracious and hot. It's beautiful, he thinks, and it reminds him briefly of another conversation he'd had not so long ago.]
I think that's probably the point. [He can't help it, a soft laugh on his lips as Olivine struggles against the allure of giving in, of basking in the depths of that chaos a while, until he can decipher the sensations and differences between them in every fiber of his being.] But it's much better like this. [like this. Not alone. With Rei, specifically.]
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well, now that he's done all that he's set out to do (get backup, get a roommate, get a baseline reading), there's one thing left for him to do: get a sample.]
I'll send the request that your Watch have access to my place. I only ask that my things not be moved around - not even a centimeter.
[trauma, you know. but rei doesn't explain this, too busy now rubbing olivine's nipple through his shirt - also pierced. he is definitely playing around with the jewelry, twisting sharply and just having fun with this unexpectedly lewd body. he'll try to not let his paranoia responses get too much in the way of olivine living comfortably now that he's living with a human and not just a bird.]
And no guests.
[more trauma. he doesn't explain this either, choosing to shrug off his robe and paw at olivine's clothes instead.]
That's it- now, do you fuck or get fucked from our Grand Sorcerer? [damn, these tits are seriously so huge - they're practically stretching the fabric of his top. anyway, his plans will shift depending on olivine's answers - hey, rei's had many partners, some of them also being bottoms. he can adjust accordingly.]
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Is that a thing we can do...? But that's accepta—ble—
[okay, he's doing his level best here, but fingers twist a pierced nipple—Rei won't miss the extra length of chain there, curling against his fingers beneath soft fabric—and it's a miracle he can focus on those words at all. they're important, he has no doubt of that. has questions even, or will once he's past the point of every thought being in the moment.
upside for Rei, he won't have to work too hard for comfort either. Olivine is quite capable of caring for himself, no matter how much space he has.]
That's... nngh... that's fine...
[there's just a touch of concern in the gaze he manages to level at Rei therein, an acknowledgement that he heard the rules, accepts them properly... and he's worried about the other. but honestly that's just Olivine, and probably expected at this point. it doesn't stop him from moving again to help slip the robe out of Rei's way, fingers delicate but firm when they drag curiously along skin.]
I— [somehow, he wasn't expecting this. not that he minds, clearly, but Rei's blunt question does force a deeper flush to his cheeks.] I usually get fucked.
[he's been broadening his horizons a bit here, but that's still mostly true... and besides, that's not the question Rei's asking. when it comes to Eiden, the thought of doing more than getting a blowjob has never even crossed Olivine's mind (mostly because let's be honest, Eiden is too obsessed with lovingly bullying him, and who wouldn't be when he's this easy to rile up?).]
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[he shoves olivine to lay spread on the couch, shifting to hover over him, much like an owl or cat would corner a trembling little rabbit. he fully ignores the quiet concern and worry briefly flashed in olivine's eyes, leaning down to push up olivine's shirt to lick at his navel, right near his gemstone, to scrape his teeth along the gold setting, hands feeling along his firm abs.]
Hah, me too - his cock is nice, right? Can really fill you up both physically and with essence. He's not so bad in the skill department, either.
[normally, he prefers to skip the foreplay altogether, but it's different when he's with a fellow bottom and especially since he hasn't had a chance to grab a toy. and considering he's not in need of essence regulation, it's not as dire to get straight to the point. he's here to collect a sample. in his mouth. perhaps playing with his food just this once won't be such a big deal, especially when they're both having so much fun.
the sweet scent of essence grows stronger the further south he goes, and he nips at one of olivine's hip bones.] I can smell how wet you are, Your Holiness. All this just from a kiss and getting your nipples played with? Even after spending all this time in a sex casino? Your body is that ravenous for another's touch, huh?
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Then I'm happy to stay—haugh—
[he's not entirely sure if he's just off-balance or Rei's stronger than he looks; both, maybe. in any case it's not like he fights the movement, falling back onto the couch with a significant thud and shuffle of fabric; there's more than enough space for the smaller man between his thighs, hovering over him just so. it's—alluring, almost laughably so. he's beautiful, especially in this predatory nature of his, though green eyes lose focus when hands push his shirt up to make way for tongue and teeth.
his gemstone is just as sensitive as the rest of him, skin around it prickling with hands along it.]
Haah... ah... it is, but everything about him is. He's always known exactly what I need.
[admittedly, not a difficult prospect—but Eiden had stumbled into it without needing Olivine to explain (or letting him, actually). "not bad" is a bit of an understatement but the priest is willing to accept his relative lack of experience as a bias. it's not important anyway, not compared to the instinct of threading his fingers in Rei's hair again, tugging none too gently in time with him finding little sensitive spots.
sweet and hot, that tongue only stirs him up more, hips twitching at the nip at the curve of bone. at this point, with Rei's nature, it isn't even a surprise that he leans right into that space—a little humiliation, a little teasing. it's definitely just as effective as the physical touches in making him wet.]
I... mmnh. I can't help it. I like being touched, I'm still getting used to it. [his laugh is a little different now, breathy and loose. Olivine may be a workaholic, but when he's not working... well, if he's a rabbit it isn't out of nervousness. not when his eyes practically dare him to keep going, utterly shameless.] Besides... when you're looking at me like you could eat me alive, how could I not react?
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and then olivine speaks...oh boy, is this what it's like to be one of the more lovey-dovey clan members?]
Hah - you're really fond of him, huh? [rei absolutely cannot relate. granted, eiden has only proven to be kind, helpful, empathetic, and so on, putting the needs of others before his own. but rei has lived far too long and seen too much shit to be so easily swayed. if that very thought reminds him of kuya, it doesn't show on his face - but god, what an unpleasant realization. he only moans against heated skin at the tug on his hair.
he pulls at the waistband of olivine's pants, eager to slide them off of him. it's a slow process, but his pretty cock slips out, and rei kisses the tip. he needs them all the way off, though, because he wants access to everything. as he wiggles olivine's clothes off of him, he looks up at olivine's face, meeting his dare with action.]
Your body clearly can't get enough no matter how much you're touched. Even if I devour you, will you be satiated? Let's test it out. [tossing his pants aside, rei lifts a heavy thigh and dives in, licking up every bit of slick leaking from olivine like a starving man, tongue only dipping in just the slightest bit in a way rei knows from experience is not nearly enough.]
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I am. [not even a second of hesitation there. honestly, if Rei had been there before, he might have a different perception of Eiden; Olivine can't blame him for that.] With reason, of course. He's done so much for me in the past two years, after all.
[he'll escape the otherwise inevitable rambling simply because he keeps moving, granted. Olivine's not one to focus too much on people who aren't here when he's getting railed out of his mind, that would be rude and uncalled for. especially when Rei's wiggling his pants off, the scent of essence all the more sweetly intense by the time his cock slips out and lips press to the tip.]
I guess we'll... see...
[the answer is probably not. the sound that escapes him is a choked groan as Rei dives in, lifted thigh finding a place over his shoulder to brace comfortably. it gives him just enough leverage to leave that pressure on the smaller man, one hand grasping at his shirt as the other continues its roaming through soft hair. he'll have to release said hair whenever he gets that shirt up, but for right now it's a miracle he can free his tits before getting distracted by the dip of that damned tongue, sounded by the jingle of the chain connecting them.
it's absolutely not enough, and it prompts more of that tugging even amid the jolts of hips and the flex of muscles, a breathy curse exhaled on soft lips.]
Ggh... not enough... [as if he thinks that's not on purpose.]
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or something.
perhaps rei hopes that, one day, he can have this kind of trust in eiden, too.but yes, enough about eiden, as much as he's sure that eiden would be thrilled to know he's in their thoughts while they're fucking each other. he's got olivine's thighs on his shoulder, his tongue on olivine's ass, olivine gripping his hair, and olivine's taste coating his mouth. it's as sweet as it smells, and he greedily licks it all up, savoring the warm spread of essence through his own body.
like a fucking asshole, he barely breaches olivine, just enough to scoop out more slick. he noses against olivine's balls as he laves the furl of his hole, fucking ravenous for that sweet, delicious, healing essence.
after some more desperate tugging is when he decides to be kind, shoving two finger deep inside in one smooth action, immediately curling his fingers within. despite olivine's hard muscles, he's just as soft and pliant inside as anyone else as he practically begs rei for more. he doesn't quite fuck olivine with his fingers just yet - instead, he continuously rubs inside, seeking that one spot that's certain to make olivine see stars.]
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he's about a second away from protesting more bluntly when two fingers shove inside, and that sees his back arching instead. it's hard to say if that's intentional in the act of helping to find that perfect spot, but it's sure not hurting matters any.
when he does find it, he'll find a fair portion of Olivine's weight bearing down on that shoulder for at least a moment as every muscle shifts and clenches, cock twitching against his belly as Rei's name leaves his lips in a slurred cry, alongside something that might have been wait, instinctive but completely at odds with what the rest of him wants. it's worlds different to a toy, he notes when his brain comes back the fuck online—just barely, enough to chase that sensation immediately thereafter when everything switches from clenched to trembling. he's as greedy as Rei should be expecting at this point, soft and pliant and practically sucking those fingers back in against his wet insides.]
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rei nearly gets bodied when olivine weight suddenly bears down on his shoulder - damn this man is so strong! - but he manages to not buckle. he holds strong, fingers now fucking olivine in earnest, just as rei likes it: hard and fast. he mouths up olivine's cock before taking him in completely, cheeks hollowed as he sucks him. he can feel olivine's hole tensing around his fingers, desperate to keep him inside in any way possible. combined with the little noises and the cries of his name, it's incredibly cute.
he looks up as he works olivine closer to orgasm, seeing the fruits of his labor painted across olivine's sweet, pretty face. if he could smirk, he would, but his mouth is currently full of cock. but he'll look to his heart's content, intrigued with how a twist of his fingers could make a distinct kind of face, how adding in a third finger could make another.
he can't stare for too much longer, because he takes more and more of olivine's cock into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat with it - he doesn't gag, but it takes quite a bit of concentration to not do so. it's not just him trying to get olivine to come, either - the feeling of having his mouth full, cock in his throat - it gets him off, too, makes his eyes roll in his skull.
christening the couch with messy wet sex, yippee! rei wouldn't have it any other way.]
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Olivine himself is doing his damnedest to not body his fellow clan member—it's not his fault that Rei made this hard on himself with the position, ok!—so at least they get through that moment. once it's done and the priest has more self-control (barely), he can brace his weight on his torso better, only growing louder as Rei's fingers fuck into him in earnest. it's sweet agony really, good but never enough, and he makes a concerted effort to not squirm like he normally does when lips wrap around his cock.
brows furrow in that concentration as Rei watches, eyes glassy and half-focused, fingers threading through hair as much as tugging—he's a lot better about testing now too, thanks to Sylvain, so he'll get some nice sharp pulls that lie just short of taking charge. Rei looks good down there too, and Olivine thinks he could imagine that smirk in his gaze—at least in the moments where his thoughts are all there.
which isn't all that many, honestly, when a third finger slips in and his expression softens even more, greedy and hot. the tip of his dick hits the back of the other's throat and it's so familiar he can't help but smile a little; they really are similar in so many ways. his fingers soften a little here and there, almost fond in the way they move, and it really is very much like him. it also happens to be in tandem with the way he moves his hips, careful not to override Rei's movements but also pressing in a little deeper to give him more of that eye-rolling pleasure.
loud, messy, and desperate are things the priest is quite good at, and the squelch of his hole around the other's fingers is addictive. there's no effort made to hold back—even if Olivine were better at that, he wouldn't do it to Rei unless he was told to. there's just enough sense in him through the orgasm to keep his weight mostly off his partner, legs trembling as his body seizes up and squeezes down. the braced one flexes, and there's a brief moment of realisation that he could probably hold tight if he wanted to—but again, this is Olivine, and accommodation suits him better than demand. so he can decide where he'd like to have his sample, each burst of heat full of essence as warm and soothing as it is addictively desperate.
or maybe that latter part is just Olivine. it's hard to be sure with everything mingling together between them.]
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the sharp tugs on his hair only add to his arousal, and his free hand reaches back to slip some fingers inside his own ass, wet and inviting from simply sucking olivine off and fingering him. he knows his own body well, so he can immediately find the sweet spot, abusing it in time with the fingers thrusting into olivine.
hey, rei knows how good it feels to lose yourself while getting fucked, so be free, let yourself go and enjoy the ride, olivine. rei would never make olivine or any of his other fellow bottoms hold back. rei will drink most of it up, wanting to save some to spit out for a sample to test on later.
even after releasing, rei keeps olivine in his mouth, keeps his fingers inside, aiming for a bit of overstimulation play. not too much, cause he knows how painful it can be, but just enough for it to be fun - for both himself and olivine. just until he comes, and for now he's thrusting his fingers inside himself as hard as he can, moans muffled by the cock in his mouth, further stimulating olivine as well (which he's absolutely doing on purpose.) just a little more- just a little more-!]
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listen, eventually he's going to find out how welcome that pain will be, and then he'll... actually it's hard to say if he'll be surprised by it at that point. in any case, Olivine is left not quite squirming when he's finished, especially with the other's moans muffled against his cock (rude, really).
he's close, surely, and even with the pleasant ache of overstimulation zapping at his senses the priest has enough wherewithal to return to his movements again. Rei may not expect anything in particular from his fellow bottoms, but Olivine is fixated on everyone having pleasure where they can. can he be blamed, really? there's something so pleasant about just seeing another in pleasure, even as desperate as he is.
so his hands keep up their movements, tugging hair and pressing rough but careful along his shoulder, down the top of his spine. if the angle were better, he might reach for Rei's cock, but alas. next time, maybe.]
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luckily, rei doesn't need olivine to help him out - the thought would surely be appreciated, especially if he knew olivine was determined for him to feel pleasure, too, after so many people not caring whether he did or not. he's close anyway, his own thrusts focused and concentrated with singular purpose.
and sure enough, he spills on his brand new couch, the force of it so strong some of it lands on his stomach anyway and a few droplets on olivine's thigh. god. prostate orgasms are the best. he doesn't understand tops and their need to do otherwise.
popping off olivine's cock (giving it one last kiss) and pulling his fingers out as well (licking them off, too), rei sits up, stretching his aching muscles. and oh, what a pleasant ache it is. there's truly nothing like it.)]
I think I have a good idea of your current essence readings. Thanks. [he throws a smirk olivine's way.]
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Olivine's weight settles back on the couch for a moment in the aftermath, vaguely aware of the few warm droplets at his thigh. a breathy groan escapes him when Rei's lips press to his cock and his fingers pull free; he's absolutely left twitching for a moment and it's absolutely a greedy sense of disappointment. the floaty sensation of afterglow is still there, but well... it's Olivine. stopping is always like this, no matter how worn he feels.]
Haah... ah... that's good. [he exhales a laugh at the smirk, utterly unashamed. sitting up a little, he stretches his legs in turn, arms stretching up over his head. yeah, he'll just stay here for a minute while he tries to come down. the shirt he's wearing is still mostly on, the attempts at freeing his chest abandoned with just the glimmer of silver chain sort of freed at the bottom of it. "freed" is...
a relative term, of course, with tits as big as Olivine's and shirts being shirts.] Is it what you expected? The last time we saw each other, my essence was still quite unusual, after all.
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he closes his eyes, considering the readings he'd just received. the readings are calm, gentle, and almost holy. his own essence feels caressed by it, the lashing tendrils of his essence tamed.] Yes, they're as expected - much better than the last time.
[he looks over at olivine, and he smirks.] Oh? Didn't have enough yet, Your Holiness? You look disappointed. [eyes glance down at the chains lacing his nipples together, and he reaches over to give it a tug.] Eiden must have his hands full with you - literally and figuratviely.
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