[ maybe one day olivine will ask tseng about his past and will find out exactly the kind of can of worms he's trying to open here...
tseng turns away to let olivine change, shifting his focus to the jewelry box that stands atop his dresser. it still feels oddly intimate to open it, but olivine invited him and tseng does want to contribute at least something, here, so he carefully lifts the lid and begins to examine the contents therein. his first thought: olivine truly does have a prodigious amount of jewelry. it makes sense that he does, of course—it seems that decorating himself that way is an important part of olivine's self-expression, and so it makes sense that he has a correspondingly large collection of different options for different times. it just gives tseng plenty to look through, is all, his fingertips careful as he sorts through filigree-thin chains and delicate crystal beads.
without knowing what the lingerie looks like yet, it's impossible for tseng to choose one that coordinates perfectly, but he can at least select a few options and see if any of them match. in the end, he chooses three, all of them formed from delicate gold chains, which he lays out atop the dresser to assess.
the first begins with a beaded chain encircling the throat; from it, three longer chains hang down, one to rest over each collarbone and the third to run down the center of the chest. the middle chain splits in two at the sternum and connects to the outer chains at a pair of barbells clearly meant to sit in pierced nipples, and from there drop down in two more chains that connect at the navel.
the second is much simpler, a narrow gold chain for the throat spreading into a series of connected chains meant to drape along shoulders—no involvement of nipple or navel piercings at all.
and the last, perhaps the simplest of all and yet in tseng's opinion the most beautiful, is similar to the first in that chains connect a necklace to nipple barbells and the navel, but rather than ending there, splits to drape around olivine's waist and then join back up at the small of his back, forming a jeweled chain that will sit along line of his spine. this one, tseng sets slightly apart from the others—it may not match the lingerie, but tseng would still like to see it on olivine eventually.
with his selections made, tseng is quick to turn when olivine lets him know he can. it's no surprise that olivine looks stunning—lingerie like this suits him better than anyone tseng has ever seen it on, he thinks, accentuating every curve and line and ridge of his body as it rests against his skin. for a long moment tseng is quiet, but the hunger in his gaze is obvious as it trails over olivine, as if memorizing every single inch of him dressed like this. ]
You look gorgeous, [ he finally says, dragging his eyes with some effort back up to meet olivine's. ] Wearing the idol outfit first was the right call.
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tseng turns away to let olivine change, shifting his focus to the jewelry box that stands atop his dresser. it still feels oddly intimate to open it, but olivine invited him and tseng does want to contribute at least something, here, so he carefully lifts the lid and begins to examine the contents therein. his first thought: olivine truly does have a prodigious amount of jewelry. it makes sense that he does, of course—it seems that decorating himself that way is an important part of olivine's self-expression, and so it makes sense that he has a correspondingly large collection of different options for different times. it just gives tseng plenty to look through, is all, his fingertips careful as he sorts through filigree-thin chains and delicate crystal beads.
without knowing what the lingerie looks like yet, it's impossible for tseng to choose one that coordinates perfectly, but he can at least select a few options and see if any of them match. in the end, he chooses three, all of them formed from delicate gold chains, which he lays out atop the dresser to assess.
the first begins with a beaded chain encircling the throat; from it, three longer chains hang down, one to rest over each collarbone and the third to run down the center of the chest. the middle chain splits in two at the sternum and connects to the outer chains at a pair of barbells clearly meant to sit in pierced nipples, and from there drop down in two more chains that connect at the navel.
the second is much simpler, a narrow gold chain for the throat spreading into a series of connected chains meant to drape along shoulders—no involvement of nipple or navel piercings at all.
and the last, perhaps the simplest of all and yet in tseng's opinion the most beautiful, is similar to the first in that chains connect a necklace to nipple barbells and the navel, but rather than ending there, splits to drape around olivine's waist and then join back up at the small of his back, forming a jeweled chain that will sit along line of his spine. this one, tseng sets slightly apart from the others—it may not match the lingerie, but tseng would still like to see it on olivine eventually.
with his selections made, tseng is quick to turn when olivine lets him know he can. it's no surprise that olivine looks stunning—lingerie like this suits him better than anyone tseng has ever seen it on, he thinks, accentuating every curve and line and ridge of his body as it rests against his skin. for a long moment tseng is quiet, but the hunger in his gaze is obvious as it trails over olivine, as if memorizing every single inch of him dressed like this. ]
You look gorgeous, [ he finally says, dragging his eyes with some effort back up to meet olivine's. ] Wearing the idol outfit first was the right call.