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.]
[ now that, tseng doesn't believe in an instant. even the suggestion is enough to make him smile into the kiss, his arms circling olivine's waist to hold him as their lips move together. despite the, yes, impatient way olivine seeks to deepen the kiss, tseng keeps it infuriatingly slow and thorough, indulging for a long minute in the delicate taste of olivine's mouth before coaxing his lips to part so tseng's tongue can slip inside and taste there, too.
by the time they pull apart, tseng's breath is coming a little quicker and he's noticeably getting hard in his slacks, but otherwise he looks composed as he studies olivine from such a close distance. ]
What to do, [ he says, his tone so serious that it can't be anything other than playful. ] I can hardly see your outfit from this angle.
[ wasn't olivine supposed to be showing off clothes to him? well, how is tseng meant to see the clothes if they're all pressed against each other and making out? he lets his hands slip down to olivine's waist, his hips, then gently pushes him back so tseng can look down at the full length of him, long limbs clad in delicate lace and ribbon. ]
[It's pleasantly infuriating, the way Tseng slows his impatience, dragging out the moments until some thread of instinct is about ready to snap. Even when his tongue finally slips between the priest's lips to tangle with his and explore, there's nothing unusual in the way it makes the priest shift, a concentrated effort not to squirm.]
Ah-haah... [lips pleasantly tingly and swollen, Olivine makes no effort to appear more composed than he is. His lashes remain low as Tseng speaks, a soft rumble in his throat as hands slide down his torso.] Did you not get a good enough view earlier...?
[He sounds pleasantly amused, leaning back obediently across his dresser, chest rising and falling with every breath and causing those straps to dig in, just enough to compress soft skin.]
My apologies... how would you like me to show you everything? What parts are you missing? [hands drift to follow the lacy sides of the top down, fingers splaying against the skin between the band's cuts while his thumbs frame his chest.] I'm sure you can see all of this... you spent so long touching it, after all. So maybe...
[a hum, one hand following the jewelry Tseng so recently fastened down, and further past his gemstone. Two fingers catch under soft lace and tug upward, uncovering soft flesh before it slips free, strap gently snapping back into place. Hard as he is, Olivine's panties are nicely bulged—a fact that's only accented when he leans back further and shifts to press one foot against the dresser, knee turning outward to put himself more on display.]
[ one thing among many that tseng appreciates about olivine: he's nearly always willing to play along. even now, although he's hard in his panties and flushed all the way down to his chest, he allows tseng to draw away and tease a little, even encourages it in the way he leans back against the dresser and lets his hands skim over his own body.
for his own part, tseng lets his fingers follow the trails olivine's hands make, once again brushing over his chest, his slightly swollen nipples, and down along the line of his sternum before it falls away to watch as olivine hooks his fingers in the lace and lets it snap back against his skin. ]
Perhaps you underestimate how greedy I am, [ tseng says with a smile that tugs at one corner of his mouth. ] If you think that having touched it means I won't want to see it all over again.
[ but olivine has the right idea. he presses back to the dresser, opening himself up to allow tseng a full, proper look at the length of him, his long legs and the bulge of his cock and his torso dressed in pretty lingerie. and, well—at the end of the day tseng really is just a man, so what is he supposed to do besides get on his knees right there?
he hooks olivine's thigh over his shoulder, the same one olivine just turned out to give him that view, and then presses his mouth in a series of warm kisses along the soft inside of it, nearly to the apex before he pauses to suck a small bruise against olivine's skin. a little mark that will fade in a day or two, evidence that tseng was here. ]
And if you think I'll be satisfied by just looking.
[ tseng leans up, then, and presses his mouth to the clothed shape of olivine's cock, kissing and licking and sucking all over the fabric until it's warm with his breath and wet with both saliva and precome. ]
If you're really that greedy, you don't need to ask permission, you know...? [Olivine isn't underestimating him, of course. he says it perfectly intentionally, letting the shift of his breath grow ragged as Tseng moves.] You're in control of all this, today—ah-haah—!
[alright, but Tseng's mouth kissing along the inside of his thigh makes him arch, heel pressing lightly into his shoulderblade where it sits. up and up and up, until he stops to suck a sweet little mark into pale flesh. hands move to thread through his hair instead, watching hawkishly from his arched position.]
I don't think—nngh—you've ever been satisfied by just looking.
[neither of them has, really. those lips tease over his clothed cock and he arches a little more, kneading his lover's scalp and rocking his hips gently into the warm sensation. the other hand drifts up to press to his mouth, something to ground himself more than quiet himself as wet fabric clings to his growing erection, the deep red of the tip and upper shaft all but highlighted by the soft white.]
Haah... what... are you inspecting... like that? You're so close... even the lace... must be blurry.
That's true, [ tseng agrees reasonably, his breath gusting against the sensitive place where olivine's thigh meets his pelvis. ] I am a very hands-on learner.
[ or mouth-on, as it were.
when olivine's panties are thoroughly damp, tseng sits back a little to get a good look at his handiwork. olivine is so pretty like this, glassy-eyed and flushed, and even prettier when tseng lets his gaze drop to admire his cock through the thin material of his underwear. the flushed head and hard shaft, even the gentle curve of his balls underneath... it's enough to make tseng's mouth water with desire. ]
Don't you think it's important to be thorough? [ tseng asks, as he smooths his hands up olivine's thighs to his hips, then hooks his fingertips in the elastic waist of his panties. ] For example, now that I've looked so closely, I know exactly what type of garter I'm going to buy you.
[ something white and lacy and pretty and, most importantly, easy to snap against the skin of his thigh. tseng tugs olivine's panties down, easing them over the bulge of his cock until it springs free, and then leaves them around olivine's thighs to move his hands instead. one hand comes up to curl around the back of olivine's thigh, his fingers tucked into the curve just below one generous asscheek, and the other wraps around the base of olivine's cock so tseng can take the head in his mouth and suck. ]
[sometimes, he wonders if he should be embarrassed to be so easily led, so sweetly aroused by the warmth of breath and the murmur of a voice. but then he ends up like this, glassy-eyed stare watching as Tseng takes him in.
maybe he really is starting to learn that if someone doesn't tell him to stop, he's not become too much. just a little, at least.]
Being thorough is important, true. [he responds amicably, biting his lower lip as fingers hook around his waistband.] A garter... for this outfit, then?
[at this point, Olivine wouldn't be surprised if the garter came with its own outfit, for that matter. but in the moment he focuses on the way Tseng manipulates his body, leaves his panties high enough on his thigh to give himself space to work. it's devastatingly arousing, and the priest's breath hitches when fingers curve against that curve of thigh.]
Haah... mmngh... so hot...
[hips rise gently as Tseng sucks the head of his cock, fingers tangling in his hair again.]
[ a garter for this outfit, a garter with its own outfit... both are equally likely, given how much tseng enjoys seeing olivine wearing things like this. but, honestly, he hasn't thought it through yet and he's much more focused on other things for the moment—things like the way olivine's back arches, his hips lifting as tseng licks and sucks at the head of his cock. far from being too much, the way olivine responds to him is perfect, so gorgeously sensitive it drives tseng more than a little wild.
and it drives olivine a little wild too, it seems, if he's willing to muss up his own handiwork in tseng's hair in the name of holding on for dear life. the thought makes tseng hum with approval as he takes olivine a little further in hiss mouth. it's an indulgent, almost languid blowjob, seemingly more dedicated to just mapping and exploring the sensitive places than it is to actually getting olivine off—although naturally tseng has no complaints if that does happen. he's just enjoying himself, and he likes to watch olivine enjoy himself too.
to that end, eventually—once tseng's mouth has worked over most of olivine's length and returned back to the head again—he shifts his hand from olivine's ass to slip between his thighs instead, a slender finger seeking his entrance and then slipping easily inside. olivine's natural wetness makes the slide easy, allowing tseng to press in to the knuckle and then curl his finger slightly forward, stroking over olivine's prostate in featherlight, teasing motions. ]
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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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by the time they pull apart, tseng's breath is coming a little quicker and he's noticeably getting hard in his slacks, but otherwise he looks composed as he studies olivine from such a close distance. ]
What to do, [ he says, his tone so serious that it can't be anything other than playful. ] I can hardly see your outfit from this angle.
[ wasn't olivine supposed to be showing off clothes to him? well, how is tseng meant to see the clothes if they're all pressed against each other and making out? he lets his hands slip down to olivine's waist, his hips, then gently pushes him back so tseng can look down at the full length of him, long limbs clad in delicate lace and ribbon. ]
Why don't you show me properly?
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Ah-haah... [lips pleasantly tingly and swollen, Olivine makes no effort to appear more composed than he is. His lashes remain low as Tseng speaks, a soft rumble in his throat as hands slide down his torso.] Did you not get a good enough view earlier...?
[He sounds pleasantly amused, leaning back obediently across his dresser, chest rising and falling with every breath and causing those straps to dig in, just enough to compress soft skin.]
My apologies... how would you like me to show you everything? What parts are you missing? [hands drift to follow the lacy sides of the top down, fingers splaying against the skin between the band's cuts while his thumbs frame his chest.] I'm sure you can see all of this... you spent so long touching it, after all. So maybe...
[a hum, one hand following the jewelry Tseng so recently fastened down, and further past his gemstone. Two fingers catch under soft lace and tug upward, uncovering soft flesh before it slips free, strap gently snapping back into place. Hard as he is, Olivine's panties are nicely bulged—a fact that's only accented when he leans back further and shifts to press one foot against the dresser, knee turning outward to put himself more on display.]
Maybe this is what you're hoping to see? Hehe.
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for his own part, tseng lets his fingers follow the trails olivine's hands make, once again brushing over his chest, his slightly swollen nipples, and down along the line of his sternum before it falls away to watch as olivine hooks his fingers in the lace and lets it snap back against his skin. ]
Perhaps you underestimate how greedy I am, [ tseng says with a smile that tugs at one corner of his mouth. ] If you think that having touched it means I won't want to see it all over again.
[ but olivine has the right idea. he presses back to the dresser, opening himself up to allow tseng a full, proper look at the length of him, his long legs and the bulge of his cock and his torso dressed in pretty lingerie. and, well—at the end of the day tseng really is just a man, so what is he supposed to do besides get on his knees right there?
he hooks olivine's thigh over his shoulder, the same one olivine just turned out to give him that view, and then presses his mouth in a series of warm kisses along the soft inside of it, nearly to the apex before he pauses to suck a small bruise against olivine's skin. a little mark that will fade in a day or two, evidence that tseng was here. ]
And if you think I'll be satisfied by just looking.
[ tseng leans up, then, and presses his mouth to the clothed shape of olivine's cock, kissing and licking and sucking all over the fabric until it's warm with his breath and wet with both saliva and precome. ]
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[alright, but Tseng's mouth kissing along the inside of his thigh makes him arch, heel pressing lightly into his shoulderblade where it sits. up and up and up, until he stops to suck a sweet little mark into pale flesh. hands move to thread through his hair instead, watching hawkishly from his arched position.]
I don't think—nngh—you've ever been satisfied by just looking.
[neither of them has, really. those lips tease over his clothed cock and he arches a little more, kneading his lover's scalp and rocking his hips gently into the warm sensation. the other hand drifts up to press to his mouth, something to ground himself more than quiet himself as wet fabric clings to his growing erection, the deep red of the tip and upper shaft all but highlighted by the soft white.]
Haah... what... are you inspecting... like that? You're so close... even the lace... must be blurry.
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[ or mouth-on, as it were.
when olivine's panties are thoroughly damp, tseng sits back a little to get a good look at his handiwork. olivine is so pretty like this, glassy-eyed and flushed, and even prettier when tseng lets his gaze drop to admire his cock through the thin material of his underwear. the flushed head and hard shaft, even the gentle curve of his balls underneath... it's enough to make tseng's mouth water with desire. ]
Don't you think it's important to be thorough? [ tseng asks, as he smooths his hands up olivine's thighs to his hips, then hooks his fingertips in the elastic waist of his panties. ] For example, now that I've looked so closely, I know exactly what type of garter I'm going to buy you.
[ something white and lacy and pretty and, most importantly, easy to snap against the skin of his thigh. tseng tugs olivine's panties down, easing them over the bulge of his cock until it springs free, and then leaves them around olivine's thighs to move his hands instead. one hand comes up to curl around the back of olivine's thigh, his fingers tucked into the curve just below one generous asscheek, and the other wraps around the base of olivine's cock so tseng can take the head in his mouth and suck. ]
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maybe he really is starting to learn that if someone doesn't tell him to stop, he's not become too much. just a little, at least.]
Being thorough is important, true. [he responds amicably, biting his lower lip as fingers hook around his waistband.] A garter... for this outfit, then?
[at this point, Olivine wouldn't be surprised if the garter came with its own outfit, for that matter. but in the moment he focuses on the way Tseng manipulates his body, leaves his panties high enough on his thigh to give himself space to work. it's devastatingly arousing, and the priest's breath hitches when fingers curve against that curve of thigh.]
Haah... mmngh... so hot...
[hips rise gently as Tseng sucks the head of his cock, fingers tangling in his hair again.]
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and it drives olivine a little wild too, it seems, if he's willing to muss up his own handiwork in tseng's hair in the name of holding on for dear life. the thought makes tseng hum with approval as he takes olivine a little further in hiss mouth. it's an indulgent, almost languid blowjob, seemingly more dedicated to just mapping and exploring the sensitive places than it is to actually getting olivine off—although naturally tseng has no complaints if that does happen. he's just enjoying himself, and he likes to watch olivine enjoy himself too.
to that end, eventually—once tseng's mouth has worked over most of olivine's length and returned back to the head again—he shifts his hand from olivine's ass to slip between his thighs instead, a slender finger seeking his entrance and then slipping easily inside. olivine's natural wetness makes the slide easy, allowing tseng to press in to the knuckle and then curl his finger slightly forward, stroking over olivine's prostate in featherlight, teasing motions. ]
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