[that smile, Olivine thinks, is worth any struggle. it makes him respond in turn, soft and warm. not that that's unusual for him, but well, it still makes him happy anyway.]
Mm, we can use the full-length one in my room. I have a hand-mirror as well, so you can see it. And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think I'm a bit biased in thinking it looks good—
[oh. that little kiss is returned easily, Olivine leaning up a little and laughing softly as they break away. a hand reaches, once again, for Tseng's.]
Shall we head to the bedroom? You can see your hair while I get the outfits to show off.
[ there's something so easy about the way olivine gives and receives affection, as though it's as natural to him as breathing. tseng finds it astonishing, wonderful, that he feels so at ease leaning over to kiss olivine or having olivine reach out to touch his hand—as though something about olivine's comfort gives tseng permission to be comfortable as well.
he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]
[honestly, he'd be flattered to know how Tseng felt about their shared affection. right now though, his fingers just squeeze fondly, nodding and leading the way without any further ado.
as Tseng might expect, it's a neat space. art supplies and a handful of notebooks sit here and there on the furniture, and just a few pieces hang on the walls. beyond the threshold of the bedroom is similarly simple; a large armoire presumably holds most of his clothing, and notably there is a rather large, hand-carved wooden jewelry box set on his dresser, bearing a bunny motif, that happens to be next to the aforementioned hand-mirror. Olivine only leaves Tseng's side to pick it up, allowing him to position himself in front of the mirror.]
Here. Hopefully you'll be able to see it alright.
[of course, it's easy enough to judge where to hold the mirror to let the taller man see it in the reflection, and his contented expression besides.]
[ the tidiness is indeed what tseng expected, although he's glad to see the small touches of olivine's personality dotted around the space. some of the things are clearly his, jewelry and beads and other things tseng could imagine olivine using himself, but others look more like gifts—the jewelry box among them. it's a good thing to know that olivine is cared for, although not surprising, olivine being how he is.
maybe someday it will cease to bemuse tseng that olivine chooses his presence despite it all, but that day is evidently not today. tseng takes up position in front of the mirror, letting olivine handle the other one to give him a better view of the back of his head—as expected, both the hairstyle and the clip are lovely. ]
You're talented, Olivine, [ tseng says, reaching one hand up to touch a bead before dropping it so he can turn his gaze past the hand mirror to the man holding it. the expression of contentment makes tseng smile in turn. ] Proud of yourself?
I'm glad you think so. I've had a lot of practice. [Olivine's tone is marked by that same contentment, smile creasing the corners of his eyes as he nods.] Of course I am, since you like it. For your sake, you can probably use it pretty easily with your usual updo, too.
[lowering the mirror, he reaches out just to brush his fingertips along the braid on one side, humming.]
Give me a moment and I'll get both of the outfits out, and you can choose which you want to see first.
[after just a moment's wait for confirmation, he turns to return to his desser and armoire, setting the mirror down to rummage through for the clothing. Tseng can probably see the strips of fabric that make up his formalwear... though he probably won't clock them as formal wear on the hanger (or on him, actually). what he does come out with is a set of lingerie and the idol outfit Eiden designed for him, some years ago now, lain neatly out on the bed.]
What do you think? Ah—and if you do have any suggestions for jewelry for the lingerie, I'd be happy to hear them.
[ it's honestly uncertain whether tseng will actually be able to bring himself to use the clip, anytime other than when he's going to see olivine. logically he knows that olivine made it for him to use, but it's precious enough that tseng doesn't know if he can risk damaging it through daily wear. he'll have to fight that battle with himself eventually—but at least for now, he's content to let his attention be captured by other things.
indeed, the strips of fabric that comprise olivine's "formal" wear don't read to tseng like an article of clothing at all, maybe an accessory at best—that's why he doesn't think to comment on it. he just watches olivine retrieve the two outfits, one of which has significantly more fabric involved than the other. ]
Hmm. [ tseng comes to stand at olivine's side at the foot of the bed and looks down at the clothes, then looks over at olivine, a smile tugging slightly at the corner of his mouth. ] I know myself too well to suggest we start with the lingerie.
[ in the sense that, if olivine puts lingerie on tseng is almost definitely going to get handsy, so if olivine wants him to see both he'd better start with the idol outfit. ]
Should I look in your jewelry box while you change?
[of course, it's as much a comfort to know Tseng will wear it with him as anything. that something he's given is useful, or liked, or even that it's worn because of him. he has a few things to work out himself, on that end.
that response makes him laugh again, peering up at Tseng with that sparkle of amused understanding in his gaze. they really are so handsy... which, of course, is just perfect by Olivine's standards.]
That's fair enough, [he says, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and squeezing his hand before moving to tug his top off to change,] though both are more than comfortable enough to play around in.
[because of course he has played around in the idol one. at the question, he pauses before laughing a little, embarrassed.]
Oh—I meant for the piece I'm making to go with it, but you're welcome to choose one for now as well, yes.
[he has quite a collection, after all—from simple, single strands across the two piercings to his oft-worn intricate decorations, not to mention some varied earrings and the occasional necklace. they're in a range of colours as well, though most of them skew lighter than darker (probably also not... exactly surprising, given his general preference for clothing styles).]
Ah—I see. No, no, that's my fault. I misunderstood.
[ far be it from tseng to invade olivine's privacy that way. looking into someone's belongings can be very intimate, after all, and tseng doesn't want to put olivine in an awkward position. he leans against the edge of the dresser instead, watching as olivine undresses and redresses, his gaze appreciative as it traces exposed skin.
tseng has seen olivine nude enough by now to have his body nearly memorized, but he still enjoys getting to watch olivine remove his clothes. sort of like a work of art being unveiled, the revelation is breathtaking—a potent reminder of just how lovely olivine is.
once he's redressed in the first outfit, tseng straightens up and moves over to assist with the last of the buttoning and buckling. ]
These are fun, [ he says, touching the gossamer-thin fabric of the winglike shapes attached to his shoulders. ] You look like a bird or a butterfly. Was that the intention?
[he just smiles in response to that, shaking his head.]
Please, you have my permission to look as much as you like. I don't often get to have another's opinion on what jewelry I use.
[but for right now, he doesn't hesitate on changing. there's plain familiarity in it, and a fondness in how Olivine handles the fabric, on top of his frequent glances and warm smiles toward his companion. very like him, that.
when Tseng moves to assist him, he exhales a little "oh" and a soft laugh.]
Thank you. [his head tips to glance to the sleeves and hanging fabric as Tseng touches it.] Ah... I never thought about it, actually. You'd have to ask Eiden to be sure—he designed our costumes for Tidal Wave of Summer.
Thinking about it, though, I do think Blade's was somewhat shark-like in design, and Yakumo's had designs reminiscent of fish tails, so perhaps he was thinking of animals in addition to mobility.
I'm not sure my opinion is worth much, given how little jewelry I wear...
[ but tseng is smiling as he says it. he touches his earlobe briefly, indicating the lobe piercings that make up the only jewelry tseng ever wears, except for the hairpiece currently holding his hair back. does that count as jewelry? it's so lovely that it must, tseng thinks. ]
I'll have a look when you change again.
[ for now, though, he's not about to hurry olivine through the outfit he's wearing. it suits him in its playfulness, and although tseng has no real idea what an idol fest actually involves, he can certainly imagine olivine performing in a costume like this. ]
It looks good on you, [ he says. ] Eiden must know you very well.
I have faith that you know what you would like to look at most. And, you've seen what I wore with your gifts before.
[It's a more comfortable banter than he usually expects—easy to fall into and out of amid everything. And honestly, it only brings to mind their conversation about Tseng's opinion of himself, at least where his suitability is concerned. He's content in the other's acquiescence in any case, humming his approval.
At the praise, Olivine lifts a hand to his forehead and tips his body in a performative salute and a wink, gossamer fabric fluttering outward around his waist and like honestly I never thought about it but it's probably a jellyfish design. It's a much milder motion than the stage choreography, but even so—it'll certainly give Tseng an idea of what idols do.]
I'm glad you like it. Although I think it was more Eiden's knowledge of what idol bands are like in his world, admittedly... [a soft laugh, as he shakes his head.] we had actually only known each other a few months, at that time.
[ what tseng would like to look at most? the statement recalibrates tseng's understanding of the request. he had thought he would be choosing the jewelry olivine wore with the lingerie when he wore it for someone else—but if it's tseng himself that olivine wants to show off for, well. that makes things a little easier, doesn't it.
the brief performance makes tseng's smile widen, and he applauds lightly as if in response to a real stage performance. ]
Maybe. But he's your Grand Sorcerer, isn't he? And you're a clan member. I would be surprised if there wasn't some kind of connection there.
[ look at him, paying attention to the lore that olivine has dropped about his world. granted, he doesn't know next to nothing about eiden himself, but from everything olivine describes it seems possible and even likely that some force beyond the two of them would have drawn a connection there. ]
[one of these days, Tseng will internalise just how much Olivine does, in fact, enjoy showing off for him. Either way, he'll count it as a win for this moment.
The applause sees his smile creasing the corners of his eyes, humming in response to the theory. There's something at once comforting and a little sad about the idea, if he thinks on it.]
That's possible... as the new Grand Sorcerer, it's not unreasonable that some other force may have had a hand in his connection with us—although it's quite hard to say for certain. I know very little about Huey, the previous Grand Sorcerer, though I've heard from some of the original clan members that he was very different from Eiden. They all seem... much more fond of Eiden, if exasperated by his nature.
[It occurs to him that he's chattering a bit, in a way that is both his usual excited response to sharing knowledge and inexorably affectionate for the world he's been immersed in for these past few years. Not that Tseng ever seems to mind that—but in this moment, and with the prospect of their continued time together, he's happy to step back into the moment.]
Mm, I'm happy to theorise on the situation later, if you ever want to hear the full story as I know it. But—for now, would you help me undo these fastenings again to change before you choose a jewelry piece? It's... surprisingly comforting, having someone else share that moment with me.
[not to mention, he's fairly certain Tseng enjoys being close to him as much as Olivine does.]
[ good luck olivine you have a decade and a half of training to counteract!!!
it also doesn't bother tseng in the least for olivine to chatter about his life and the world he comes from. if anything he enjoys it, the same way he'd enjoyed olivine telling him about klein holidays earlier—and he listens with the same pleased half-smile, the same affection in his gaze. but neither will tseng complain about saving the theorizing for later in the name of letting tseng see olivine in lingerie.
and of course, olivine is right. tseng does enjoy being close to him, and so when he's invited he steps up willingly. ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ he makes careful but quick work of the fastenings olivine indicates, undoing buckles and buttons and letting his fingertips trace lightly over the warm skin exposed beneath. tseng has never thought olivine objected to his closeness, but it's still nice to be invited so explicitly. when it's done, the outfit mostly unbuckled, tseng leans forward to press a kiss to olivine's shoulder, then his lips, and then pulls away again with a smile. ]
I'm not going to watch you change, [ he says. ] Just tell me when you're done and I'll turn around. It'll be a nice surprise, that way.
[He of all people knows that's possible to get through!!!
There's an inimitable warmth as Tseng draws in to assist him, something that settles gently in the priest's chest. It grows more still when fingers trace over pale skin, bubbling up into a soft laugh as the taller man leans down to kiss his shoulder, then his lips. There's a soft crease of amusement at the corners of his eyes when Tseng says he'll let this be a surprise.]
As you wish. It should give you plenty of time to pick through my collection. [leaning up a little, he presses a kiss just at the corner of Tseng's lips before stepping back to tug the outfit off and, with a glance back to make sure the other has turned as he wanted, to gently wrap the straps of the lingerie around himself.
Once they're nice and tightly secured, and his lace panties and stockings are connected with garter belts, he exhales a hum and turns to sit on the bed for the reveal, legs resting at a light angle. It's a more intriguing image, he thinks. Hopes?]
Alright. You can turn around now, if you're ready.
[ 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.
[If he's honest, having so much to look through is also convenient for Olivine. Watching Tseng observe in his methodical way, even for that short time, is comforting to say the least. And more selfishly, just seeing his handiwork in the taller man's hair.
In the end, given the straps of the lingerie top that curve around his chest and up his sternum, plus beaded lace collar, the simplest of the three might indeed be the best to accent the outfit itself. He sits without an ounce of shame or shyness, the familiar pink of simple affection on his cheeks.]
Thank you. [He responds, fingertips following the center strap upward as Tseng's eyes finally pull away from it. It's a rare volume of confidence in the priest, teasing with more intention.] I'm glad you think so. This will be more fun to get out of the way, too.
[If one didn't know Olivine, one might think he was teasing Tseng with that statement... but really, he's just being as unabashedly horny as ever. Anyway, now that he's had a chance to show it off the priest can rise to his feet.]
Would you like to help me put the jewelry on as well? I'm quite used to it, but it'll probably be faster with a little assistance. [which he rarely asks for, honestly. He probably should do that more.]
[ the burst of confidence looks good on olivine, and it makes tseng smirk just a little in return as his gaze follows the trail of olivine's fingertips. he doesn't mind being teased, either, and he takes it in the spirit of the moment, embracing olivine's unashamed horniness just as much as his own. ]
Oh—of course. [ this time, at least, tseng has cottoned on enough not to remind olivine that he himself doesn't wear jewelry and he probably doesn't know what he's doing. olivine knows that already, which means that if he's asking for tseng's assistance it's about something other than expertise—proximity, contact, the intimacy of the exchange rather than the function. look at him, he's learning.
now that he's seen the garment, tseng also has concluded that something simpler is probably better—either the second or third option, he would guess, although it makes the most sense to get a verdict from the man who will be wearing it. tseng steps aside slightly to let olivine see what he's laid out. ]
[he would patiently explain that it is, in fact, all about the connection of it, if he needed to. but Tseng has always learned him fairly well, and there's clearly no need in this moment. nor is there need to actively praise him, though he does notice the moment of learning in response to their earlier conversation.]
Mm, I've always been partial to having chains around my waist when I can. [leaning forward and brushing a lock of hair behind an ear, Olivine gently scoops up the third option, holding part up for the taller man to take.] Here... the flatter ball twists off so it can be attached—though I can do both of those if you'd prefer to position just the chains.
[ olivine offers part of the jewelry, and when it lands in tseng's palm it becomes apparent that it's the barbell meant to connect through his nipple. there's a part of tseng that feels like maybe he should be intimidated by the prospect of helping olivine with his nipple piercings, but when it comes down to it, tseng finds himself only... excited by the prospect. ]
I see. [ he takes another step closer, partly for practical reasons—he needs to be able to see what he's doing—and partly just to be in proximity. ] Let me? But guide me if I need it.
[ with a brief but warm smile, tseng drapes the new jewelry over his knuckles and goes about starting to remove one of the barbells olivine is currently wearing. it's certainly a new experience, the careful unscrewing of one end of the jewelry, then holding that small piece so that he can guide the post of it out of its hole. and it requires quite a bit of careful, purposeful touching—okay, fine, maybe it doesn't require quite as much as tseng is doing, but he can be a little bit of a tease and besides, it does seem easier when olivine's nipples are hard.
having refastened the ball of the original jewelry, tseng then turns his attention to unscrewing the end of the new chain and holding the ball fast as he presses his thumb against olivine's areola, holding him steady as he guides the slender post through. when it emerges, he refastens the ball and looks up at olivine as if for his approval. ]
Of course—though I doubt you'll need any guidance.
[As Tseng closes the distance between them, Olivine shifts to brace his hips on the dresser behind him. He's thought about it before, what it might feel like to have someone put his jewelry on for him—but none of those thoughts really come close to the actuality.
Partly because Tseng chooses to tease him, of course. Removing the piercing only seems to make his nipple more sensitive somehow, missing the familiar weight of the post on just one side. The nub is easily hardened as always, softly puffy and red from the stimulation.
By some miracle his chest isn't heaving yet by the time Tseng presses his thumb down, even if his breathing is a little quick. And the feeling of the post sliding into place is immensely pleasant—unsurprising, since he also enjoys putting them in, but notably different since he can only guess at each movement.]
... mmn. That's perfect. [He manages it with just a little bit of a dreamy lilt to his voice, lashes low.] As I thought... it feels even better when someone else does it.
[managing to make himself move even a little, the priest slides his fingers over the dangling chain of his previous jewelry, gathering it up in his palm so they don't have to catch it when the other is removed.]
I think I'll have to make one that utilises the ring in the top, [He remarks thoughtfully, pausing for a moment to see if Tseng moves to remove the second barbell, or if he should do so himself.]
[ it takes everything in tseng not to smile outright at how obviously horny olivine's expression is when their gazes meet. not like it's a surprise—olivine is exquisitely sensitive, especially at his chest—but considering how little tseng has actually even touched him, it is a little charming to see the flush in his cheeks and hear that woozy pleasure in his tone. ]
This one? [ tseng presses a finger lightly to the o-ring in the middle of the lingerie, settled between olivine's pecs. ] Would you make the jewelry part of the outfit, then?
[ now that he's done it once, it's much less daunting to go ahead and just do the other side as well. with just as much care, and just as many gentle (and less gentle) brushes of his fingers against olivine's chest, tseng carefully unfastens the existing barbell and deposits the chain into olivine's waiting hand, then repeats his earlier approach, almost playful as he coaxes olivine's other nipple to harden before he slides the barbell through its hole.
once they're both settled in place and the chain is draped nicely across olivine's chest, tseng allows himself the indulgence of touching properly. his hands come to rest on olivine's ribs and his thumbs each find one nipple, rubbing in a slow, firm circle before he lets go to follow the chain that connects to the necklace that will circle olivine's throat. ]
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.
[ watching the expressions of pleasure and tortured restraint cross olivine's face is a real delight for tseng, who looks absolutely unrepentant as his hands come up to fasten the chain around olivine's throat as well. ]
Is that meant to be some kind of threat? [ he asks, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. as if olivine being impatient is some kind of bad thing, here... once the chain is fastened, tseng lets his hands cup olivine's neck briefly, thumbs stroking along both sides before they travel back down his chest to his waist where the final remaining chain is resting. ] As if I might not like to see you impatient?
[ he straightens up and presses closer to olivine so he can wrap his arms around the other man's waist, allowing him to circle the chain around olivine's middle and fasten it together where it joins in the back. when he's done, olivine's jewelry is complete and their bodies are touching chest to hip, and tseng smiles slightly and leans in to press another kiss to olivine's mouth. ]
[neither of them believe that. Not the least of whom Olivine, as he peers up at Tseng's face when warm hands encircle his neck, smile soft and affectionate. Maybe one day he really will feel that selfish pull and let hits impatience amuse Tseng.
A little 'ah' escapes his mouth as the distance between them shrinks, jewelry and rings pressing into delicate skin as bodies meet. The priest's weight shifts lightly toward his toes then, arms sliding up over the Turk's shoulders to steady himself and ease the final efforts of decorating him.
All the more to facilitate the way their mouths meet; long fingers gently tangle in Tseng's hair, shifting just under the braid to knead his scalp. His tongue slips forward impatiently indeed, drawing back just to nip lightly at his lower lip.]
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Mm, we can use the full-length one in my room. I have a hand-mirror as well, so you can see it. And I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think I'm a bit biased in thinking it looks good—
[oh. that little kiss is returned easily, Olivine leaning up a little and laughing softly as they break away. a hand reaches, once again, for Tseng's.]
Shall we head to the bedroom? You can see your hair while I get the outfits to show off.
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he folds their hands together and nods, feeling once again the subtle swing of beads brushing through his hair. ]
Yes, let's.
[ it's olivine's house, so tseng is happy to let olivine lead the way. he follows close behind, though, admiring as he goes until they reach the bedroom, where tseng is quick to identify the full-length mirror olivine intends him to use. honestly, he's quite a bit more interested in seeing the aforementioned outfits... but he does also want to fully appreciate the work olivine has done on his hair, so he manages to restrain his eagerness. ]
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as Tseng might expect, it's a neat space. art supplies and a handful of notebooks sit here and there on the furniture, and just a few pieces hang on the walls. beyond the threshold of the bedroom is similarly simple; a large armoire presumably holds most of his clothing, and notably there is a rather large, hand-carved wooden jewelry box set on his dresser, bearing a bunny motif, that happens to be next to the aforementioned hand-mirror. Olivine only leaves Tseng's side to pick it up, allowing him to position himself in front of the mirror.]
Here. Hopefully you'll be able to see it alright.
[of course, it's easy enough to judge where to hold the mirror to let the taller man see it in the reflection, and his contented expression besides.]
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maybe someday it will cease to bemuse tseng that olivine chooses his presence despite it all, but that day is evidently not today. tseng takes up position in front of the mirror, letting olivine handle the other one to give him a better view of the back of his head—as expected, both the hairstyle and the clip are lovely. ]
You're talented, Olivine, [ tseng says, reaching one hand up to touch a bead before dropping it so he can turn his gaze past the hand mirror to the man holding it. the expression of contentment makes tseng smile in turn. ] Proud of yourself?
[ he should be, he's done great work. ]
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[lowering the mirror, he reaches out just to brush his fingertips along the braid on one side, humming.]
Give me a moment and I'll get both of the outfits out, and you can choose which you want to see first.
[after just a moment's wait for confirmation, he turns to return to his desser and armoire, setting the mirror down to rummage through for the clothing. Tseng can probably see the strips of fabric that make up his formalwear... though he probably won't clock them as formal wear on the hanger (or on him, actually). what he does come out with is a set of lingerie and the idol outfit Eiden designed for him, some years ago now, lain neatly out on the bed.]
What do you think? Ah—and if you do have any suggestions for jewelry for the lingerie, I'd be happy to hear them.
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indeed, the strips of fabric that comprise olivine's "formal" wear don't read to tseng like an article of clothing at all, maybe an accessory at best—that's why he doesn't think to comment on it. he just watches olivine retrieve the two outfits, one of which has significantly more fabric involved than the other. ]
Hmm. [ tseng comes to stand at olivine's side at the foot of the bed and looks down at the clothes, then looks over at olivine, a smile tugging slightly at the corner of his mouth. ] I know myself too well to suggest we start with the lingerie.
[ in the sense that, if olivine puts lingerie on tseng is almost definitely going to get handsy, so if olivine wants him to see both he'd better start with the idol outfit. ]
Should I look in your jewelry box while you change?
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that response makes him laugh again, peering up at Tseng with that sparkle of amused understanding in his gaze. they really are so handsy... which, of course, is just perfect by Olivine's standards.]
That's fair enough, [he says, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and squeezing his hand before moving to tug his top off to change,] though both are more than comfortable enough to play around in.
[because of course he has played around in the idol one. at the question, he pauses before laughing a little, embarrassed.]
Oh—I meant for the piece I'm making to go with it, but you're welcome to choose one for now as well, yes.
[he has quite a collection, after all—from simple, single strands across the two piercings to his oft-worn intricate decorations, not to mention some varied earrings and the occasional necklace. they're in a range of colours as well, though most of them skew lighter than darker (probably also not... exactly surprising, given his general preference for clothing styles).]
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[ far be it from tseng to invade olivine's privacy that way. looking into someone's belongings can be very intimate, after all, and tseng doesn't want to put olivine in an awkward position. he leans against the edge of the dresser instead, watching as olivine undresses and redresses, his gaze appreciative as it traces exposed skin.
tseng has seen olivine nude enough by now to have his body nearly memorized, but he still enjoys getting to watch olivine remove his clothes. sort of like a work of art being unveiled, the revelation is breathtaking—a potent reminder of just how lovely olivine is.
once he's redressed in the first outfit, tseng straightens up and moves over to assist with the last of the buttoning and buckling. ]
These are fun, [ he says, touching the gossamer-thin fabric of the winglike shapes attached to his shoulders. ] You look like a bird or a butterfly. Was that the intention?
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Please, you have my permission to look as much as you like. I don't often get to have another's opinion on what jewelry I use.
[but for right now, he doesn't hesitate on changing. there's plain familiarity in it, and a fondness in how Olivine handles the fabric, on top of his frequent glances and warm smiles toward his companion. very like him, that.
when Tseng moves to assist him, he exhales a little "oh" and a soft laugh.]
Thank you. [his head tips to glance to the sleeves and hanging fabric as Tseng touches it.] Ah... I never thought about it, actually. You'd have to ask Eiden to be sure—he designed our costumes for Tidal Wave of Summer.
Thinking about it, though, I do think Blade's was somewhat shark-like in design, and Yakumo's had designs reminiscent of fish tails, so perhaps he was thinking of animals in addition to mobility.
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[ but tseng is smiling as he says it. he touches his earlobe briefly, indicating the lobe piercings that make up the only jewelry tseng ever wears, except for the hairpiece currently holding his hair back. does that count as jewelry? it's so lovely that it must, tseng thinks. ]
I'll have a look when you change again.
[ for now, though, he's not about to hurry olivine through the outfit he's wearing. it suits him in its playfulness, and although tseng has no real idea what an idol fest actually involves, he can certainly imagine olivine performing in a costume like this. ]
It looks good on you, [ he says. ] Eiden must know you very well.
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[It's a more comfortable banter than he usually expects—easy to fall into and out of amid everything. And honestly, it only brings to mind their conversation about Tseng's opinion of himself, at least where his suitability is concerned. He's content in the other's acquiescence in any case, humming his approval.
At the praise, Olivine lifts a hand to his forehead and tips his body in a performative salute and a wink, gossamer fabric fluttering outward around his waist
and like honestly I never thought about it but it's probably a jellyfish design. It's a much milder motion than the stage choreography, but even so—it'll certainly give Tseng an idea of what idols do.]I'm glad you like it. Although I think it was more Eiden's knowledge of what idol bands are like in his world, admittedly... [a soft laugh, as he shakes his head.] we had actually only known each other a few months, at that time.
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the brief performance makes tseng's smile widen, and he applauds lightly as if in response to a real stage performance. ]
Maybe. But he's your Grand Sorcerer, isn't he? And you're a clan member. I would be surprised if there wasn't some kind of connection there.
[ look at him, paying attention to the lore that olivine has dropped about his world. granted, he doesn't know next to nothing about eiden himself, but from everything olivine describes it seems possible and even likely that some force beyond the two of them would have drawn a connection there. ]
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The applause sees his smile creasing the corners of his eyes, humming in response to the theory. There's something at once comforting and a little sad about the idea, if he thinks on it.]
That's possible... as the new Grand Sorcerer, it's not unreasonable that some other force may have had a hand in his connection with us—although it's quite hard to say for certain. I know very little about Huey, the previous Grand Sorcerer, though I've heard from some of the original clan members that he was very different from Eiden. They all seem... much more fond of Eiden, if exasperated by his nature.
[It occurs to him that he's chattering a bit, in a way that is both his usual excited response to sharing knowledge and inexorably affectionate for the world he's been immersed in for these past few years. Not that Tseng ever seems to mind that—but in this moment, and with the prospect of their continued time together, he's happy to step back into the moment.]
Mm, I'm happy to theorise on the situation later, if you ever want to hear the full story as I know it. But—for now, would you help me undo these fastenings again to change before you choose a jewelry piece? It's... surprisingly comforting, having someone else share that moment with me.
[not to mention, he's fairly certain Tseng enjoys being close to him as much as Olivine does.]
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it also doesn't bother tseng in the least for olivine to chatter about his life and the world he comes from. if anything he enjoys it, the same way he'd enjoyed olivine telling him about klein holidays earlier—and he listens with the same pleased half-smile, the same affection in his gaze. but neither will tseng complain about saving the theorizing for later in the name of letting tseng see olivine in lingerie.
and of course, olivine is right. tseng does enjoy being close to him, and so when he's invited he steps up willingly. ]
It would be my pleasure.
[ he makes careful but quick work of the fastenings olivine indicates, undoing buckles and buttons and letting his fingertips trace lightly over the warm skin exposed beneath. tseng has never thought olivine objected to his closeness, but it's still nice to be invited so explicitly. when it's done, the outfit mostly unbuckled, tseng leans forward to press a kiss to olivine's shoulder, then his lips, and then pulls away again with a smile. ]
I'm not going to watch you change, [ he says. ] Just tell me when you're done and I'll turn around. It'll be a nice surprise, that way.
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There's an inimitable warmth as Tseng draws in to assist him, something that settles gently in the priest's chest. It grows more still when fingers trace over pale skin, bubbling up into a soft laugh as the taller man leans down to kiss his shoulder, then his lips. There's a soft crease of amusement at the corners of his eyes when Tseng says he'll let this be a surprise.]
As you wish. It should give you plenty of time to pick through my collection. [leaning up a little, he presses a kiss just at the corner of Tseng's lips before stepping back to tug the outfit off and, with a glance back to make sure the other has turned as he wanted, to gently wrap the straps of the lingerie around himself.
Once they're nice and tightly secured, and his lace panties and stockings are connected with garter belts, he exhales a hum and turns to sit on the bed for the reveal, legs resting at a light angle. It's a more intriguing image, he thinks. Hopes?]
Alright. You can turn around now, if you're ready.
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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.
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In the end, given the straps of the lingerie top that curve around his chest and up his sternum, plus beaded lace collar, the simplest of the three might indeed be the best to accent the outfit itself. He sits without an ounce of shame or shyness, the familiar pink of simple affection on his cheeks.]
Thank you. [He responds, fingertips following the center strap upward as Tseng's eyes finally pull away from it. It's a rare volume of confidence in the priest, teasing with more intention.] I'm glad you think so. This will be more fun to get out of the way, too.
[If one didn't know Olivine, one might think he was teasing Tseng with that statement... but really, he's just being as unabashedly horny as ever. Anyway, now that he's had a chance to show it off the priest can rise to his feet.]
Would you like to help me put the jewelry on as well? I'm quite used to it, but it'll probably be faster with a little assistance. [which he rarely asks for, honestly. He probably should do that more.]
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Oh—of course. [ this time, at least, tseng has cottoned on enough not to remind olivine that he himself doesn't wear jewelry and he probably doesn't know what he's doing. olivine knows that already, which means that if he's asking for tseng's assistance it's about something other than expertise—proximity, contact, the intimacy of the exchange rather than the function. look at him, he's learning.
now that he's seen the garment, tseng also has concluded that something simpler is probably better—either the second or third option, he would guess, although it makes the most sense to get a verdict from the man who will be wearing it. tseng steps aside slightly to let olivine see what he's laid out. ]
Which do you like best?
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Mm, I've always been partial to having chains around my waist when I can. [leaning forward and brushing a lock of hair behind an ear, Olivine gently scoops up the third option, holding part up for the taller man to take.] Here... the flatter ball twists off so it can be attached—though I can do both of those if you'd prefer to position just the chains.
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I see. [ he takes another step closer, partly for practical reasons—he needs to be able to see what he's doing—and partly just to be in proximity. ] Let me? But guide me if I need it.
[ with a brief but warm smile, tseng drapes the new jewelry over his knuckles and goes about starting to remove one of the barbells olivine is currently wearing. it's certainly a new experience, the careful unscrewing of one end of the jewelry, then holding that small piece so that he can guide the post of it out of its hole. and it requires quite a bit of careful, purposeful touching—okay, fine, maybe it doesn't require quite as much as tseng is doing, but he can be a little bit of a tease and besides, it does seem easier when olivine's nipples are hard.
having refastened the ball of the original jewelry, tseng then turns his attention to unscrewing the end of the new chain and holding the ball fast as he presses his thumb against olivine's areola, holding him steady as he guides the slender post through. when it emerges, he refastens the ball and looks up at olivine as if for his approval. ]
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[As Tseng closes the distance between them, Olivine shifts to brace his hips on the dresser behind him. He's thought about it before, what it might feel like to have someone put his jewelry on for him—but none of those thoughts really come close to the actuality.
Partly because Tseng chooses to tease him, of course. Removing the piercing only seems to make his nipple more sensitive somehow, missing the familiar weight of the post on just one side. The nub is easily hardened as always, softly puffy and red from the stimulation.
By some miracle his chest isn't heaving yet by the time Tseng presses his thumb down, even if his breathing is a little quick. And the feeling of the post sliding into place is immensely pleasant—unsurprising, since he also enjoys putting them in, but notably different since he can only guess at each movement.]
... mmn. That's perfect. [He manages it with just a little bit of a dreamy lilt to his voice, lashes low.] As I thought... it feels even better when someone else does it.
[managing to make himself move even a little, the priest slides his fingers over the dangling chain of his previous jewelry, gathering it up in his palm so they don't have to catch it when the other is removed.]
I think I'll have to make one that utilises the ring in the top, [He remarks thoughtfully, pausing for a moment to see if Tseng moves to remove the second barbell, or if he should do so himself.]
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This one? [ tseng presses a finger lightly to the o-ring in the middle of the lingerie, settled between olivine's pecs. ] Would you make the jewelry part of the outfit, then?
[ now that he's done it once, it's much less daunting to go ahead and just do the other side as well. with just as much care, and just as many gentle (and less gentle) brushes of his fingers against olivine's chest, tseng carefully unfastens the existing barbell and deposits the chain into olivine's waiting hand, then repeats his earlier approach, almost playful as he coaxes olivine's other nipple to harden before he slides the barbell through its hole.
once they're both settled in place and the chain is draped nicely across olivine's chest, tseng allows himself the indulgence of touching properly. his hands come to rest on olivine's ribs and his thumbs each find one nipple, rubbing in a slow, firm circle before he lets go to follow the chain that connects to the necklace that will circle olivine's throat. ]
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[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.
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Is that meant to be some kind of threat? [ he asks, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. as if olivine being impatient is some kind of bad thing, here... once the chain is fastened, tseng lets his hands cup olivine's neck briefly, thumbs stroking along both sides before they travel back down his chest to his waist where the final remaining chain is resting. ] As if I might not like to see you impatient?
[ he straightens up and presses closer to olivine so he can wrap his arms around the other man's waist, allowing him to circle the chain around olivine's middle and fasten it together where it joins in the back. when he's done, olivine's jewelry is complete and their bodies are touching chest to hip, and tseng smiles slightly and leans in to press another kiss to olivine's mouth. ]
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[neither of them believe that. Not the least of whom Olivine, as he peers up at Tseng's face when warm hands encircle his neck, smile soft and affectionate. Maybe one day he really will feel that selfish pull and let hits impatience amuse Tseng.
A little 'ah' escapes his mouth as the distance between them shrinks, jewelry and rings pressing into delicate skin as bodies meet. The priest's weight shifts lightly toward his toes then, arms sliding up over the Turk's shoulders to steady himself and ease the final efforts of decorating him.
All the more to facilitate the way their mouths meet; long fingers gently tangle in Tseng's hair, shifting just under the braid to knead his scalp. His tongue slips forward impatiently indeed, drawing back just to nip lightly at his lower lip.]
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