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[ 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. ]
[ He’s refusing to elaborate as he settles back onto Sylvain’s lap, his thigh brushing against that straining cock as Baizhu starts undoing his own yukata, letting the forest-green fabric slip from his shoulders, catching at his elbows, but leaving the rest of his naked body open to Sylvain’s gaze as he reaches between his own legs to slip a finger inside himself.
He doesn’t care to go rummaging in those drawers for lube, but they’ve done it often enough that he can do without, anyway. ]
[ With Sylvain's size, you absolutely cannot do this without lube, he wouldn't hear of it anyway. Pain is definitely not his thing.
Even if he's groaning at the sight of Baizhu sliding his robe apart, baring himself to his hungry gaze. Slips a finger into himself in a way that has the redhead's body jolting against his bindings, aching to reach for him. To touch, to taste, to fill. ]
And as I've assured you, I'm perfectly fine. [ Just a little chilled in a way that's mildly uncomfortable but he's trying not to dwell on that. And bound, of course. That's honestly frustrating him more right this moment than anything else. ] ]
[ Then again, perhaps it’s become second nature for him to be so contrary to Sylvain, even in matters like this. He might have taken men far larger than Sylvain by now, but there remains the pesky fact of his own physical limitations…and his own impatient desire, intensified all the more with the way Sylvain gazes back at him.
Once again, he’s regretting the blindfold, even as he pulls out his fingers, deeming himself loose enough. Or about as loose as he can be, under the circumstances.
A little pain is fine, even pleasurable, as long as…
He reaches for the pockets of Sylvain’s robe to find a small bottle—evidently the staff that had trapped Sylvain in here had prepared for such contingencies—and begins pouring the cool, thick fluid between his fingers, before leaning in to start smearing it over Sylvain’s cock. ]
[ The comment's a little distracted, because Sylvain's attention is fully focused on the way Baizhu's stretching himself open while straddling his lap. Making him ache even more to be able to touch and do it himself. This is a far sharper tease than they've played before and he tugs at the bindings holding him in place, feeling the strain against his muscles, even if its in vain.
And then the man fishes a bottle out of his robe - he hadn't even known that was there! - and then there's slick fingers stroking his cock and his hips arch with a choked off curse, body jolting at the stimulation. ]
[ He doesn’t grace Sylvain with a response—well, not an articulate one, anyway, as he watches Sylvain’s magnificent body flex and struggle against his enchanted bonds, and maybe that’s answer enough.
Baizhu can permit himself a little triumphant smile of satisfaction at having cut off Sylvain from any further smartass commentary, at least for the time being.
He pulls his hand away— ]
I do believe you’re ready.
[ He doesn’t waste time in bracing his arms on those unfairly broad shoulders he’s come to know so well, to angle himself above a cock that he knows is hard in the right way, and to sink into a heat that’s real and a relief and a welcome all rolled into one, wrenching a little sob out of him as he slowly takes Sylvain to the hilt. ]
[ He’s cursing again, the words punched out on a hiss as Baizhu starts sinking down on him, tight and hot and perfect, but goddess, there’s no way he’ prepared enough for that and if Sylvain’s hands were free, they’d be on the other man’s hips right now, slowing his motions, or maybe stroking his cock to offset the discomfort he has to be feeling.
He shudders, pleasure washing along his nerves all the same as his hips jolt, inadvertently bucking up a little deeper, aiding Baizhu in his mission to take every inch of him, even as he hisses and grasps at the edge of the chair, needing to hold on to something. ]
[ Baizhu’s fingers dig painfully into those shoulders when Sylvain bucks up against him, burying himself inside him with a quickness that’s left Baizhu gasping, dizzy from the combined pain and pleasure of it all.
He hates how easily he responds to that. He hates how Sylvain barely even has to try— ]
Care—Careful.
[ Even while he’s trying to catch his breath his body’s still too tense, too wound up, as if the smallest motion might very well tip him over the edge, and given that he’s far more sensitive and far less capable of enduring, well…
His thumb strokes a welt left behind by one of his nails earlier, apologetic but also mildly threatening in its own way. ]
[ That might normally be true, but Sylvain's thawing nerves are firing off sensory reactions far more intense than they normally do, making every nuance of this a pleasure that makes his body shudder and his head spin.
His head thuds back against the back of the chair as his fingers curl into fists in an effort to keep from moving. Not that the bindings leave him much slack, but he's trying to be considerate of the wishes of the man currently sinking down on his cock. ]
[ He’s a little too out of breath to complete that thought, opting instead to start moving as Sylvain asked, fingers once again tightening on Sylvain’s shoulders as his hips shift accordingly—slowly at first, to get them used to some kind of rhythm, but with how hot and impatient he feels and how hot and impatient Sylvain feels it isn’t long before he struggles to maintain a steady pace, his movements growing faster and faster, more and more erratic as the heat builds and builds between them.
He'd missed this. Sweet Celestia, he’d missed this, the feeling of Sylvain’s body against his, warm and alive, with the added spice of his restraint giving Baizhu some semblance of control over the situation. The gods handed him this man on a silver platter since the day they met and dammit, Baizhu’s going to take him for all he’s worth— ]
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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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[ He’s refusing to elaborate as he settles back onto Sylvain’s lap, his thigh brushing against that straining cock as Baizhu starts undoing his own yukata, letting the forest-green fabric slip from his shoulders, catching at his elbows, but leaving the rest of his naked body open to Sylvain’s gaze as he reaches between his own legs to slip a finger inside himself.
He doesn’t care to go rummaging in those drawers for lube, but they’ve done it often enough that he can do without, anyway. ]
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Even if he's groaning at the sight of Baizhu sliding his robe apart, baring himself to his hungry gaze. Slips a finger into himself in a way that has the redhead's body jolting against his bindings, aching to reach for him. To touch, to taste, to fill. ]
And as I've assured you, I'm perfectly fine. [ Just a little chilled in a way that's mildly uncomfortable but he's trying not to dwell on that. And bound, of course. That's honestly frustrating him more right this moment than anything else. ] ]
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[ Then again, perhaps it’s become second nature for him to be so contrary to Sylvain, even in matters like this. He might have taken men far larger than Sylvain by now, but there remains the pesky fact of his own physical limitations…and his own impatient desire, intensified all the more with the way Sylvain gazes back at him.
Once again, he’s regretting the blindfold, even as he pulls out his fingers, deeming himself loose enough. Or about as loose as he can be, under the circumstances.
A little pain is fine, even pleasurable, as long as…
He reaches for the pockets of Sylvain’s robe to find a small bottle—evidently the staff that had trapped Sylvain in here had prepared for such contingencies—and begins pouring the cool, thick fluid between his fingers, before leaning in to start smearing it over Sylvain’s cock. ]
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[ The comment's a little distracted, because Sylvain's attention is fully focused on the way Baizhu's stretching himself open while straddling his lap. Making him ache even more to be able to touch and do it himself. This is a far sharper tease than they've played before and he tugs at the bindings holding him in place, feeling the strain against his muscles, even if its in vain.
And then the man fishes a bottle out of his robe - he hadn't even known that was there! - and then there's slick fingers stroking his cock and his hips arch with a choked off curse, body jolting at the stimulation. ]
Fuck!
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Baizhu can permit himself a little triumphant smile of satisfaction at having cut off Sylvain from any further smartass commentary, at least for the time being.
He pulls his hand away— ]
I do believe you’re ready.
[ He doesn’t waste time in bracing his arms on those unfairly broad shoulders he’s come to know so well, to angle himself above a cock that he knows is hard in the right way, and to sink into a heat that’s real and a relief and a welcome all rolled into one, wrenching a little sob out of him as he slowly takes Sylvain to the hilt. ]
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[ He’s cursing again, the words punched out on a hiss as Baizhu starts sinking down on him, tight and hot and perfect, but goddess, there’s no way he’ prepared enough for that and if Sylvain’s hands were free, they’d be on the other man’s hips right now, slowing his motions, or maybe stroking his cock to offset the discomfort he has to be feeling.
He shudders, pleasure washing along his nerves all the same as his hips jolt, inadvertently bucking up a little deeper, aiding Baizhu in his mission to take every inch of him, even as he hisses and grasps at the edge of the chair, needing to hold on to something. ]
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He hates how easily he responds to that. He hates how Sylvain barely even has to try— ]
Care—Careful.
[ Even while he’s trying to catch his breath his body’s still too tense, too wound up, as if the smallest motion might very well tip him over the edge, and given that he’s far more sensitive and far less capable of enduring, well…
His thumb strokes a welt left behind by one of his nails earlier, apologetic but also mildly threatening in its own way. ]
I—I can’t last as long as you.
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His head thuds back against the back of the chair as his fingers curl into fists in an effort to keep from moving. Not that the bindings leave him much slack, but he's trying to be considerate of the wishes of the man currently sinking down on his cock. ]
Don't... don't think that's true tonight. Fuck, Baizhhu, please, please start moving.
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[ He’s a little too out of breath to complete that thought, opting instead to start moving as Sylvain asked, fingers once again tightening on Sylvain’s shoulders as his hips shift accordingly—slowly at first, to get them used to some kind of rhythm, but with how hot and impatient he feels and how hot and impatient Sylvain feels it isn’t long before he struggles to maintain a steady pace, his movements growing faster and faster, more and more erratic as the heat builds and builds between them.
He'd missed this. Sweet Celestia, he’d missed this, the feeling of Sylvain’s body against his, warm and alive, with the added spice of his restraint giving Baizhu some semblance of control over the situation. The gods handed him this man on a silver platter since the day they met and dammit, Baizhu’s going to take him for all he’s worth— ]