( usually kuya doesn't bother coming to the mansion; he finds it bothersome. all the people around, how annoying they are, the fact he can rarely get eiden to himself for some prime torture... it's just all around much more trouble than it's worth. besides, he's typically got quincy out here all to himself to bother.
but, as it happens, both quincy and eiden are occupied, so kuya has to find other ways to entertain himself. which is why he's quietly wandering the halls looking for something fun to occupy his time until he gets bored. and it seems he's found that in the little priest.
well... he's not so little.
he's got him cornered in his room, a gentle ( yet very untrustworthy ) smile coyly flirting at the corner of his lips as he slowly paces ( prowls, really ) in front of the door to block any escape that might flit across olivine's mind. it's no fun if his prey can just leave. )
I wonder if you'd lend me a hand with something... fun to try.
[it's not unfair to say it's a rarity that Olivine is at the mansion, too. normally, there are so many affairs to handle that the idea of getting time away from the temple is a pretty distant one.
most of the time, he's been lucky enough that he hasn't been here alongside the kitsune, either. not that Olivine himself thinks so—he finds the man a little unpleasant, but does at least appreciate his forthright nature.
pity he's such a bitch about it all though.
it's a bit of a surprise when he finds himself cornered in his own room, and by the kitsune, no less. there really is something so unpleasant about the way his expressions curl over his face, the low, dangerous way he moves in a prowl. the door—definitely not an option now, even if he was thinking seriously of escape.]
Kuya... [he tries for mild, instead. curious, because he always is; despite everything he is, Kuya is still a Clan Member, and Eiden ultimately cares for him. that gives Olivine... some hope? something. maybe he's just too soft.] I'm not too busy... but what do you have in mind?
[fun, he says, and leave it to Olivine to not think too hard on how likely that is to mean "fun for Kuya" without much regard for himself.]
doobidoo gonna touch that booty with my sinful hands
[He wasn't usually a direct participant of mass in this manner. Sure, he attends it, but he was usually more of a witness, one of the lambs that wish to be closer to the holy beings that grace them with their blessings. There were plenty of attendees who were more pious than he was, who would eagerly jump at the chance to help the good father during a sermon.
However, this time, he was asked to help out. There weren't many alphas here, betas and omegas mostly populating their religion. Today was a special day though, a mass to pray for fertility of the lands, and the man who was supposed to assist Olivine wasn't available. He hadn't been that keen on the idea, but Nicolas had been the one to make the request, and he could never say no to him.
Which is how he ended up waiting for Olivine to complete his preparations, as he didn't really have anything else to do until the procession starts.]
... Is there anything else I need to do? If I have to wear something for the ceremony, I can change into it.
[normally, Olivine wouldn't be all too worried about giving a sermon. he's done so many times before, and generally finds he's well-liked among the congregation. but the Day of Fertility is different, after all.
to begin with, it's a day with much more lax rules than a normal sermon—though they're still fully controlled by the priest and his companion, at least. as an omega, he's taken all the necessary precautions to protect them both, and the people as a whole. in the days coming up to now, there's been too many routines to recall, and he finds himself relieved to be at the end of them.
behaving with Ash around is... a little harder than he expected, though. so far, he's mostly kept his mind from wandering too much, and as he secures the bottom of his robe and the taller man asks that, he hums softly.]
You aren't required to wear the ceremonial robes, but if you'd like, they're hanging up. [his smile is warm and gentle, even as he's adjusting the scant cloth he'll be wearing for this. for Ash... there's a little more appropriate covering, though the outfit is tight enough to show him off, tailored to imply virility and strength to balance against the softer, more giving robes.] I'm nearly finished, my apologies for the delay. And... thank you again, for agreeing to assist us in this. I know it's a lot to ask, especially on such short notice.
It might put everyone at ease if I looked the part. Besides, with you at the helm, I feel reassured.
[Olivine was well respected by everyone, after all, Ash included. While it probably hasn't quite reached the almost worship-like quality others have, Ash has observed him long enough to admire the man before him.
He looks around, sees the hanging robes, and reaches out for it.]
Ah—your trust in me is comforting, hehe. Admittedly, this will be my first time doing something like this, so I'm a little nervous...
[and a little excited, he doesn't admit. there's a certain amount of decorum expected of a priest, after all, outside of times like this. chastity and purity and all that; virtues he's long known he wouldn't have embodied if he'd realised there were other paths.
but that's his own, very hidden problem.]
Yes, that's the one. Please let me know if you need any assistance with it.
[He was a newer participant in these, not having been around for the last time this occurred. He can't imagine it, not when Olivine has been there since the start. The surprise probably is evident in his voice, even as he takes the robes and goes to a secluded corner to change. There wasn't much space here for that, after all.]
Then, I'll be your first partner? I'll have to make sure to pay special attention then. I'd feel bad if I mess up the procession with my lack of experience.
[clasping the hairpiece of his outfit in place, the priest laughs softly, slightly embarrassed.]
Yes, you will. I don't think it will be an issue, though... I've an idea of what to expect throughout, and I'm quite... adaptable.
[it'll be more on him not to get distracted by the warm, heady scent of the other man. For anyone else, the blockers would probably be enough to keep them on task until properly giving in for the sake of the ceremony. (Of course, that assumes they're working properly, and who knows if that's true?) Exhaling a sigh, the priest fiddles with a dangling string of beads accenting his hair.]
I think I'm ready now. Do you need help with anything before we head out?
[is he just asking to give himself something to do for the nerves? Partly, at least. The sermon will be the easy part, as it's no different from normal, but then...
... he has to wonder what kind of lover Ash is, really. It seems unlikely that he would be the kind of rough Olivine would prefer, at least under the circumstances. A pity, since this may be the only chance he gets for... a very long time.
[He glances back at him, even as he pulls his shirt off in one swoop, revealing a muscled torso that he had hidden under thick layers. Perhaps not something unexpected for Olivine, but he makes quick work of pulling the robe on after, not wanting him to wait too long.
Once he's smoothed that out, he glances at the mirror, trying to be sure it looks right, before he takes a good look at Olivine.
Does he need anything? Hmmm...]
There is one thing. Could you come a little closer?
Ah... I hope that doesn't sound presumptuous of me. But I think so, yes.
[his head sips just slightly as he responds, a shy smile on his lips as Ash tugs his shirt off. of course, his gaze drifts away almost immediately, but it's hard not to notice... harder not to want to.
that request earns a blink though, his head tilting slightly.]
Of course. [exhaling a soft laugh, the priest turns to traverse the space between them, head tipping up to peer at his face.] Is this close enough...?
[He chuckles, reaching out to tuck Olivine's chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in for a kiss. It's a quick kiss, not a chaste one, not with the hint of tongue teasing the seam of his lips, but it doesn't last long enough for Olivine to savor before he pulls back with a smile.]
Don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll do great out there.
[that kiss certainly flares the red of his cheeks, head tilted up to lean into it and just barely part his lips in response to that teasing tongue. it builds so much abrupt anticipation, a touch of something—disappointment, perhaps?—on his expression for just a moment. that smile is quickly followed with his own though, head tipping forward a little.]
... thank you. I'm much more calm now. [one hand rises to touch the left side of Ash's chest for just a moment, before he turns toward the door.] Then, let's be on our way.
[the ceremony itself won't be the difficult part, he knows. it's a bigger group, but as the other had suggested—mostly, it's just mass, and he's done that many times before.]
[It seemed to have worked, from the looks of it. There were two reasons for that-- the first, really, was to give Olivine a sense of peace that he would be willing to do this with more than just words. Another was to build the sense of anticipation, knowing what was coming next.
After all, wouldn't their Lord be much happier if they were eager to show their worship?
In any case, it seemed like his concerns were unneeded, once he sees the way Olivine takes the podium. As his role was connected to the timing of the service, when they start to offer their prayers, he simply stands to the side for now, taking his place until Olivine calls for him.]
[there's a certain... atmosphere to the faithful, today. it carries almost as much anticipation as the young priest himself, even though they're all perfectly polite and devoted during the service. Ash might notice the occasional curious look turned his way, perhaps even a touch of envy—something Olivine doesn't notice at all really.
to him, it feels both unbearably fast and drawn out, going through the motions until he finally takes a slow breath, nodding to Ash.]
... as you know, today is the Rite of Fertility, and this mass is very special. It grants us a chance to share our devotion and our joy with Him, that He and His sons may bless us in the coming year. As the sermon draws to a close, I invite all of you to join me, alongside my partner Ash, in celebration of the depths of your joy and pleasure.
[honestly, he's doing better at holding off the heat and anticipation trying to redden his cheeks than he thought he would. it's clearer from up close, touching even the tips of his ears.]
[He had smiled at the onlookers, feeling a little nervous himself despite how much he had tried his best to be the calmer one between them. It is the first time he would be doing this in public, after all, and he hadn't been too certain he could really... well, perform. Despite his background, he tended towards more private affairs rather than public performances. It was the first time he was going to worship in front of everyone.
When Olivine gestures for him to come closer, he brings along the vial of oil that was part of their offerings to their god, leaning in to cup Olivine's face as soon as he was beside him. He presses his lips against the rim of the bottle, then turns to kiss Olivine, pressing his tongue against his lips to signal the start of the fertility rites.]
[He would rather his first time be in private too, honestly—but they had both agreed to this. And technically, it was up to the Alpha how far he wanted to take this in public, past a showing of solidarity. One round of pleasure, as an offering to God...
But regardless of that, Olivine melts easily into the kiss, hands rising to rest at his shoulders. Lips part for Ash's tongue, and his attention doesn't waver now. The preparations for the ceremony have limited the distance hits arousal can travel, but the priest is admittedly a bit too... energetic for his partner to miss it.]
Praise be to our lord.
[a final movement to press his lips to the vial in turn, as the congregation intones their praise and slowly, like a rolling wave, the rite begins. At least they're not alone in this, he thinks, and most will be so busy that they won't pay much mind to the two at the altar.]
Please, handle me to your preference. I'm in your care.
[It's murmured just to the taller man, as he leans in to close the space between them, practically bare chest meeting Ash's.]
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but, as it happens, both quincy and eiden are occupied, so kuya has to find other ways to entertain himself. which is why he's quietly wandering the halls looking for something fun to occupy his time until he gets bored. and it seems he's found that in the little priest.
well... he's not so little.
he's got him cornered in his room, a gentle ( yet very untrustworthy ) smile coyly flirting at the corner of his lips as he slowly paces ( prowls, really ) in front of the door to block any escape that might flit across olivine's mind. it's no fun if his prey can just leave. )
I wonder if you'd lend me a hand with something... fun to try.
touches his gremlin face
most of the time, he's been lucky enough that he hasn't been here alongside the kitsune, either. not that Olivine himself thinks so—he finds the man a little unpleasant, but does at least appreciate his forthright nature.
pity he's such a bitch about it all though.
it's a bit of a surprise when he finds himself cornered in his own room, and by the kitsune, no less. there really is something so unpleasant about the way his expressions curl over his face, the low, dangerous way he moves in a prowl. the door—definitely not an option now, even if he was thinking seriously of escape.]
Kuya... [he tries for mild, instead. curious, because he always is; despite everything he is, Kuya is still a Clan Member, and Eiden ultimately cares for him. that gives Olivine... some hope? something. maybe he's just too soft.] I'm not too busy... but what do you have in mind?
[fun, he says, and leave it to Olivine to not think too hard on how likely that is to mean "fun for Kuya" without much regard for himself.]
doobidoo gonna touch that booty with my sinful hands
However, this time, he was asked to help out. There weren't many alphas here, betas and omegas mostly populating their religion. Today was a special day though, a mass to pray for fertility of the lands, and the man who was supposed to assist Olivine wasn't available. He hadn't been that keen on the idea, but Nicolas had been the one to make the request, and he could never say no to him.
Which is how he ended up waiting for Olivine to complete his preparations, as he didn't really have anything else to do until the procession starts.]
... Is there anything else I need to do? If I have to wear something for the ceremony, I can change into it.
kyaa kyaa, how dare
to begin with, it's a day with much more lax rules than a normal sermon—though they're still fully controlled by the priest and his companion, at least. as an omega, he's taken all the necessary precautions to protect them both, and the people as a whole. in the days coming up to now, there's been too many routines to recall, and he finds himself relieved to be at the end of them.
behaving with Ash around is... a little harder than he expected, though. so far, he's mostly kept his mind from wandering too much, and as he secures the bottom of his robe and the taller man asks that, he hums softly.]
You aren't required to wear the ceremonial robes, but if you'd like, they're hanging up. [his smile is warm and gentle, even as he's adjusting the scant cloth he'll be wearing for this. for Ash... there's a little more appropriate covering, though the outfit is tight enough to show him off, tailored to imply virility and strength to balance against the softer, more giving robes.] I'm nearly finished, my apologies for the delay. And... thank you again, for agreeing to assist us in this. I know it's a lot to ask, especially on such short notice.
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[Olivine was well respected by everyone, after all, Ash included. While it probably hasn't quite reached the almost worship-like quality others have, Ash has observed him long enough to admire the man before him.
He looks around, sees the hanging robes, and reaches out for it.]
This one then?
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[and a little excited, he doesn't admit. there's a certain amount of decorum expected of a priest, after all, outside of times like this. chastity and purity and all that; virtues he's long known he wouldn't have embodied if he'd realised there were other paths.
but that's his own, very hidden problem.]
Yes, that's the one. Please let me know if you need any assistance with it.
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[He was a newer participant in these, not having been around for the last time this occurred. He can't imagine it, not when Olivine has been there since the start. The surprise probably is evident in his voice, even as he takes the robes and goes to a secluded corner to change. There wasn't much space here for that, after all.]
Then, I'll be your first partner? I'll have to make sure to pay special attention then. I'd feel bad if I mess up the procession with my lack of experience.
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[clasping the hairpiece of his outfit in place, the priest laughs softly, slightly embarrassed.]
Yes, you will. I don't think it will be an issue, though... I've an idea of what to expect throughout, and I'm quite... adaptable.
[it'll be more on him not to get distracted by the warm, heady scent of the other man. For anyone else, the blockers would probably be enough to keep them on task until properly giving in for the sake of the ceremony. (Of course, that assumes they're working properly, and who knows if that's true?) Exhaling a sigh, the priest fiddles with a dangling string of beads accenting his hair.]
I think I'm ready now. Do you need help with anything before we head out?
[is he just asking to give himself something to do for the nerves? Partly, at least. The sermon will be the easy part, as it's no different from normal, but then...
... he has to wonder what kind of lover Ash is, really. It seems unlikely that he would be the kind of rough Olivine would prefer, at least under the circumstances. A pity, since this may be the only chance he gets for... a very long time.
Ah well.]
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[He glances back at him, even as he pulls his shirt off in one swoop, revealing a muscled torso that he had hidden under thick layers. Perhaps not something unexpected for Olivine, but he makes quick work of pulling the robe on after, not wanting him to wait too long.
Once he's smoothed that out, he glances at the mirror, trying to be sure it looks right, before he takes a good look at Olivine.
Does he need anything? Hmmm...]
There is one thing. Could you come a little closer?
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[his head sips just slightly as he responds, a shy smile on his lips as Ash tugs his shirt off. of course, his gaze drifts away almost immediately, but it's hard not to notice... harder not to want to.
that request earns a blink though, his head tilting slightly.]
Of course. [exhaling a soft laugh, the priest turns to traverse the space between them, head tipping up to peer at his face.] Is this close enough...?
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[He chuckles, reaching out to tuck Olivine's chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning in for a kiss. It's a quick kiss, not a chaste one, not with the hint of tongue teasing the seam of his lips, but it doesn't last long enough for Olivine to savor before he pulls back with a smile.]
Don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll do great out there.
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[that kiss certainly flares the red of his cheeks, head tilted up to lean into it and just barely part his lips in response to that teasing tongue. it builds so much abrupt anticipation, a touch of something—disappointment, perhaps?—on his expression for just a moment. that smile is quickly followed with his own though, head tipping forward a little.]
... thank you. I'm much more calm now. [one hand rises to touch the left side of Ash's chest for just a moment, before he turns toward the door.] Then, let's be on our way.
[the ceremony itself won't be the difficult part, he knows. it's a bigger group, but as the other had suggested—mostly, it's just mass, and he's done that many times before.]
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After all, wouldn't their Lord be much happier if they were eager to show their worship?
In any case, it seemed like his concerns were unneeded, once he sees the way Olivine takes the podium. As his role was connected to the timing of the service, when they start to offer their prayers, he simply stands to the side for now, taking his place until Olivine calls for him.]
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to him, it feels both unbearably fast and drawn out, going through the motions until he finally takes a slow breath, nodding to Ash.]
... as you know, today is the Rite of Fertility, and this mass is very special. It grants us a chance to share our devotion and our joy with Him, that He and His sons may bless us in the coming year. As the sermon draws to a close, I invite all of you to join me, alongside my partner Ash, in celebration of the depths of your joy and pleasure.
[honestly, he's doing better at holding off the heat and anticipation trying to redden his cheeks than he thought he would. it's clearer from up close, touching even the tips of his ears.]
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When Olivine gestures for him to come closer, he brings along the vial of oil that was part of their offerings to their god, leaning in to cup Olivine's face as soon as he was beside him. He presses his lips against the rim of the bottle, then turns to kiss Olivine, pressing his tongue against his lips to signal the start of the fertility rites.]
Praise be to our lord.
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But regardless of that, Olivine melts easily into the kiss, hands rising to rest at his shoulders. Lips part for Ash's tongue, and his attention doesn't waver now. The preparations for the ceremony have limited the distance hits arousal can travel, but the priest is admittedly a bit too... energetic for his partner to miss it.]
Praise be to our lord.
[a final movement to press his lips to the vial in turn, as the congregation intones their praise and slowly, like a rolling wave, the rite begins. At least they're not alone in this, he thinks, and most will be so busy that they won't pay much mind to the two at the altar.]
Please, handle me to your preference. I'm in your care.
[It's murmured just to the taller man, as he leans in to close the space between them, practically bare chest meeting Ash's.]