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But when Sylvain throws his head back like that Baizhu finds that he can’t help himself—he leans in to pepper that exposed throat with kisses, even nicking at it a little with his teeth.
He doesn’t have to compliment Sylvain right away— ]
[ He's not expecting it - maybe if he should have - and he jolts a little, especially when he feels the sharp nip of teeth. It's not enough to dislodge the man on his lap, not by a long shot, but Baizhu will feel him pressing up against him as he shifts at the sudden 'attack'. ]
That doesn't feel like stroking. Got tired of the challenge already, did we?
[ That's definitely not what rules are for. But he'll play with it for the time being.
He keeps his head tipped back against the back of the chair, giving Baizhu the freedom to do as he likes, a physical posture of submission. But he hadn't missed that soft gasp, enjoyed it even. Which is why he rocks up against him again, letting his own length, still tucked away beneath the robe, slide along the curve of Baizhu's ass.
Not that his robe's going to stay where it's supposed to for long, with him moving like that. ]
[ He pauses at that reply, a shudder racking his body as Sylvain begins to tease him down there. He can feel that robe slipping away and wonders if that’s allowed, if refusing to play by the rules would spoil the game and potentially Sylvain’s freedom.
…If Sylvain hadn’t broken some unspoken rule, would he have turned into a statue at all?
With a sigh, he grasps at the front of Sylvain’s robe. ]
You are worth breaking the rules for.
[ Never mind that it’s enough of a compliment that permits him to at least pull off that robe at last, letting at least the sleeves fall past familiar broad muscles that no hewn stone could ever surpass. ]
Why, Baizhu. That sounded suspiciously like a genuine compliment.
[ His smile is audible in his voice as he feels Baizhu start to tug at his robe. With his hands bound, there's no way to get it entirely off, but it slides off his shoulder to expose his torso all the same.
He shivers a little, that lingering cold still very much present, anchored deep in bone and muscle despite his efforts to warm himself up on his own. Even having Baizhu just straddling his lap like this is doing more to banish the chill than anything he'd managed so far. He gives a little groan at the feel of warm hands on his skin. ]
[ He’s trying very hard not to whimper from the sensation, but dammit they’re too close for that to really happen, aren’t they? ]
Perhaps they should have placed that blindfold over your mouth instead.
[ He’s still reluctant to take it off, though, but what does it matter when Sylvain seems to sense well enough what Baizhu’s feeling in the moment. Especially when, despite himself, Baizhu’s already reaching behind him, to feel Sylvain up between the legs even if he hadn’t bothered yanking off the robe covering that part of him just yet. ]
[ Considering he’d been teasing both of them with that friction, it shouldn’t surprise Baizhu to find Sylvain’s length already half-hard, stirring to interest with the heat of the other man straddling his lap. The curve of his ass nestled over where Sylvain’s cock lay beneath the now-bunched up robe. ]
I think that would effectively negate its use as a blindfold.
[ He knows you’re just trying to annoy him more, and so he huffs, because it’s working.
Though he will need to save his breath for far more important things, like that half-hard cock he’s tempted to use the blindfold on instead, but instead he pulls away from Sylvain’s lap, to run his hands over thighs, nudging the robe aside to finally expose that cock to his waiting gaze.
[ Sylvain jolts at the brush of wet heat, a low groan slipping free as his head thunks back against the back of the chair again. His cock twitches, eager for the attention, even as Sylvain’s fingers curl where they’re bound behind him. ]
Got tired of the other game, did we? Are we making up our own rules now?
[ He doesn’t reply, though he does give Sylvain’s cock a little graze of his teeth as a warning.
He never really shuts up, does he? It almost makes his statue form preferable.
Almost.
Besides, who isn’t to say that this is a dare from one of the drawers, anyway? Baizhu certainly isn’t in the mood to get back to them, and as they’ve made a good show of it, then they’ll be allowed to go free…right?
He tries not to give it too much thought now that he’s working Sylvain’s cock to aching hardness, keeping his ministrations gentle—a few licks here, some light sucking there, rather like savoring the candies Sylvain had on their first meeting.
Just enough to tease and to coax, while still leaving him wanting. ]
[ He's really bad at recognizing 'warnings'. In fact, he most often translates them as encouragement instead.
But right now, he can't do anything other than sit in complete darkness and feel as Baizhu teases him with a clever tongue and torments sensitive skin with tantalizing wet heat. While he may have been only half-hard a few moments before, it doesn't take long at all for Baizhu to work him to full arousal, his cock lengthening and thickening as he groans and twitches in his bindings. ]
[ And when Sylvain is finally close, he…stops, pulling free with a gasp for air as he staggers to his feet. Sylvain’s not the only one turned on by this, after all. Even Baizhu is painfully aware of how doing such a thing to him would only stoke his own hunger as well, and the burning need of it makes him impatient now.
So much for trying to teach Sylvain a lesson.
Baizhu stares at him for a moment, at the look of arousal he can see past the blindfold, and finally comes to a decision. ]
You…look better without this.
[ He finally undoes that blindfold and lets it slip free of his fingers, so Sylvain can see how much of a mess he’s made of Baizhu as well. ]
[ Sylvain bites back a string of curses when he’s so close and Baizhu pulls away, leaving him hanging there, body tense and shuddering with denied need. He’s panting raggedly for air, a moaned protest slipping free as the other man scrambles off his lap, even depriving him or that much contact.
And then his blindfold is being tugged free. He’s had it on so long now, been cast into darkness from it, that the sudden light blinds him, has him wincing and ducking his head away until his eyes can adjust again.
In the meantime, he manages to muster a ragged chuckle, even as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Careful, that almost sounded like another compliment.
[ But he does lean in, offering his own meager shadow to help Sylvain acclimate, unable to hide his flush, the look of burning heed in his eyes, up this close.
The fact that Sylvain’s managed to rile him up like this despite being helplessly restrained is galling, and yet…
No, he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Because seeing Sylvain fully aware, fully alive and blinking and speaking and laughing makes his heart catch and his chest ache.
So he can’t help it, really, that glimmer of tenderness in his pout in spite of it all, as he leans in to gently kiss at Sylvain’s brow. ]
[ The shade is appreciated - and helps, even if Sylvain still spends several more moments blinking the bright lights out of his eyes.
His gaze flicks up to Baizhu when the other man leans in closer still, and then just blinks at him when the man presses such a gentle kiss to his brow. A brow which furrows in a mixture of concern and confusion. ]
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He doesn't miss that you're trying to change the subject, though. He lets it be. For now. ]
You're the one with access to the... drawers, did you say? What's next?
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It’s ridiculous.
[ He contemplates not telling Sylvain at all and just going through with it as quickly as he can, but…
No, that would make things even worse.
He sighs. ]
…I have to say what I like about you.
[ The worst. ]
And undress you with each compliment.
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I guess it’s a good thing I’m only wearing a robe, then! You’ve only gotta think of one!
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[ He traces Sylvain’s smiling brow where they jut from underneath the blindfold. ]
Not just the robe.
[ The horror of having to glaze him twice… He sighs. ]
I think I prefer you with this on.
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Am I suddenly wearing more clothes than I remember or are you just refusing to compliment me?
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[ Asshole. He gives the space between Sylvain’s eyes a poke, right on the blindfold.
Could they get away from this place with him just…keeping it on throughout? ]
You seem to have had more than your fill already.
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Awww, there's no harm in.... stroking my ego a little more, surely.
[ ...he's the worst. ]
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But when Sylvain throws his head back like that Baizhu finds that he can’t help himself—he leans in to pepper that exposed throat with kisses, even nicking at it a little with his teeth.
He doesn’t have to compliment Sylvain right away— ]
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That doesn't feel like stroking. Got tired of the challenge already, did we?
[ Not that he sounds like he minds. ]
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Not that it lasts, for Sylvain’s shifting has caused him to grind up against Baizhu, who gasps at the pleasant friction between them. ]
You…You were never playing by the rules.
[ Clearly only Sylvain is to blame here. ]
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[ That's definitely not what rules are for. But he'll play with it for the time being.
He keeps his head tipped back against the back of the chair, giving Baizhu the freedom to do as he likes, a physical posture of submission. But he hadn't missed that soft gasp, enjoyed it even. Which is why he rocks up against him again, letting his own length, still tucked away beneath the robe, slide along the curve of Baizhu's ass.
Not that his robe's going to stay where it's supposed to for long, with him moving like that. ]
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…If Sylvain hadn’t broken some unspoken rule, would he have turned into a statue at all?
With a sigh, he grasps at the front of Sylvain’s robe. ]
You are worth breaking the rules for.
[ Never mind that it’s enough of a compliment that permits him to at least pull off that robe at last, letting at least the sleeves fall past familiar broad muscles that no hewn stone could ever surpass. ]
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[ His smile is audible in his voice as he feels Baizhu start to tug at his robe. With his hands bound, there's no way to get it entirely off, but it slides off his shoulder to expose his torso all the same.
He shivers a little, that lingering cold still very much present, anchored deep in bone and muscle despite his efforts to warm himself up on his own. Even having Baizhu just straddling his lap like this is doing more to banish the chill than anything he'd managed so far. He gives a little groan at the feel of warm hands on his skin. ]
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[ At least he knows that this Sylvain is indeed real, for there’s really no faking this level of insufferable.
And if Sylvain’s going to be that way, then Baizhu will just take the liberty of feeling up his chest, because why waste an opportunity?
Especially when he’d like to make sure that Sylvain’s fully flesh now, without a chunk of stone to hide behind. ]
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[ Oh, that’s definitely a lie, since he rocks up against Baizhu’s ass again even as he says it. ]
I’m bound and blindfolded and almost naked and you’re complaining I’m not being easy here?
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Perhaps they should have placed that blindfold over your mouth instead.
[ He’s still reluctant to take it off, though, but what does it matter when Sylvain seems to sense well enough what Baizhu’s feeling in the moment. Especially when, despite himself, Baizhu’s already reaching behind him, to feel Sylvain up between the legs even if he hadn’t bothered yanking off the robe covering that part of him just yet. ]
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I think that would effectively negate its use as a blindfold.
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[ He knows you’re just trying to annoy him more, and so he huffs, because it’s working.
Though he will need to save his breath for far more important things, like that half-hard cock he’s tempted to use the blindfold on instead, but instead he pulls away from Sylvain’s lap, to run his hands over thighs, nudging the robe aside to finally expose that cock to his waiting gaze.
And his waiting mouth. ]
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Got tired of the other game, did we? Are we making up our own rules now?
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He never really shuts up, does he? It almost makes his statue form preferable.
Almost.
Besides, who isn’t to say that this is a dare from one of the drawers, anyway? Baizhu certainly isn’t in the mood to get back to them, and as they’ve made a good show of it, then they’ll be allowed to go free…right?
He tries not to give it too much thought now that he’s working Sylvain’s cock to aching hardness, keeping his ministrations gentle—a few licks here, some light sucking there, rather like savoring the candies Sylvain had on their first meeting.
Just enough to tease and to coax, while still leaving him wanting. ]
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But right now, he can't do anything other than sit in complete darkness and feel as Baizhu teases him with a clever tongue and torments sensitive skin with tantalizing wet heat. While he may have been only half-hard a few moments before, it doesn't take long at all for Baizhu to work him to full arousal, his cock lengthening and thickening as he groans and twitches in his bindings. ]
Fuck.
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So much for trying to teach Sylvain a lesson.
Baizhu stares at him for a moment, at the look of arousal he can see past the blindfold, and finally comes to a decision. ]
You…look better without this.
[ He finally undoes that blindfold and lets it slip free of his fingers, so Sylvain can see how much of a mess he’s made of Baizhu as well. ]
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And then his blindfold is being tugged free. He’s had it on so long now, been cast into darkness from it, that the sudden light blinds him, has him wincing and ducking his head away until his eyes can adjust again.
In the meantime, he manages to muster a ragged chuckle, even as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Careful, that almost sounded like another compliment.
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[ But he does lean in, offering his own meager shadow to help Sylvain acclimate, unable to hide his flush, the look of burning heed in his eyes, up this close.
The fact that Sylvain’s managed to rile him up like this despite being helplessly restrained is galling, and yet…
No, he doesn’t want to think about that right now. Because seeing Sylvain fully aware, fully alive and blinking and speaking and laughing makes his heart catch and his chest ache.
So he can’t help it, really, that glimmer of tenderness in his pout in spite of it all, as he leans in to gently kiss at Sylvain’s brow. ]
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His gaze flicks up to Baizhu when the other man leans in closer still, and then just blinks at him when the man presses such a gentle kiss to his brow. A brow which furrows in a mixture of concern and confusion. ]
Are you feeling alright, Baizhu?
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