Yes, that one. [Olivine nods as he says it, chuckling softly at the question.] Mm, sort of? I was thinking maybe some kind of clasp or buckle, so it could fit on a few different types of outfits.

[warmth rises in him as Tseng unfastens his other barbell and teases his nipple besides, squirms barely clamped down on by some miracle. one was hard enough to ignore, and the second doesn't get any easier. but now, with the chain dangling prettily across his chest and his own hand shifting to set his previous jewelry down on the dresser behind him, the taller man's hands explore more plainly. curled over the curve of his ribs, they keep him steady for that rubbing, his lashes fluttering low as his head tips up.]

Tseng—that's no fair... [he says, as he's forcibly keeping his hands curled around the dresser so he doesn't try to reach up and pull himself closer. so that Tseng can keep teasing him. breaths hitch as the slow circling raises a pleasant ache against his nipples, then leave them to follow that chain.] Teasing me like this... you might make me too impatient.