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These were pierced right before I attended Sorcerer’s Trials, Olivine recalled while he fiddled with the emerald ornaments in his ears that he wore with his ceremonial outfit, as an affirmation of my dedication to the God of Klein.
More than willing and eager to please his parents, he agreed without question when his father had brought up the issue.
“You’ll need them when you become a priest after you graduate. The ceremonial garb comes with earrings,” his father had said. So at the end of that week, after a long day of church service, his mother had him kneel in front of the Water Altar. She murmured a prayer over him, disinfected a needle over a candle, then instructed Olivine to tilt his head up. “Face the Lord with all your devotion,” she had told him.
Olivine remembered looking up and seeing the dark of the night through the blue stained glass windows. He remembered observing a little mournfully that he could not see the moon or the stars as the candlelights reflecting off the surface of the glass were too bright.
Then his mother had pushed the needle through his left earlobe.
It had not hurt very much. The penetration had simply felt a little hot. In seconds, she had already fastened one of the two simple golden cross-shaped studs she had picked out and removed the piercing needle.
His mother’s motions were quick, smooth and decisive, the same way she did everything else. She had pierced Olivine’s other ear moments later, put in the other stud, then finally prayed once more to finish the ritual.
Afterwards, his parents forbade him from using his healing spells on them - to honour the will of the God of Klein, they had explained. It was not a great inconvenience to deal with. Beyond a little swelling for a couple of weeks afterwards and the occasional snagging on the collar of his robes when he dressed, they had healed soon enough another fortnight later.
Leaning back against the back of the pew he was sitting in, Olivine looked up at the pristine ceilings of the temple. Dully, the memories of his parents’ earlier visit surfaced. His parents had come, unplanned and unannounced, by the Water Temple in person for the first time in years to ask about the state of things.
His father was still displeased with his brief stint as an idol and had thus given Olivine a long lecture about the importance of his duties upon their arrival.
Right after that, his mother brought up, “You are going to visit the Aqua Temple to see Father James next month.”
Keeping his composure, Olivine had neutrally enquired what was expected of him, and if there was an urgent matter that required his attention, to which his father responded, “It is your duty as a servant of the God of Klein to lead by example and show your fellow priests how to best serve our Lord. During your stay, you will oversee their worship sessions in addition to delivering sermons to set an example for Father James and his priests.”
As his father rattled off the dates, Olivine realised with growing dread that it coincided with the two-week trip that he would be going on with the clan - planned and confirmed months ago just to make sure everyone could make it.
They were going to go to Flumenia, a seaside city situated at the southeastern edges of the Klein continent. Olivine had read about it extensively years ago already, eager to get his hands on any tidbit of information he could about the world beyond the Water Temple. Since then, he had been enamoured by Flumenia’s rich culture and unique history.
All that was left was for him to visit in person.
His excitement was barely containable when Flumenia was unanimously agreed upon clanwide as their travel destination. Everyone was enthused by the prospect of visiting this new location; even Kuya, who often unabashedly proclaimed his boredom at - yet no less willingly participated in - the various bonding activities that Eiden proposed, showed a rare genuine smile at the final decision.
Aster and Morvay had already rented and started preparing a seaside vacation house for the clan. There was a museum of magical artefacts that Olivine and Rei had already agreed to visit together. He had already decided with Yakumo and Edmond to explore the markets for local delicacies. He had already made plans with Blade and Garu to finally teach Dante how to swim. He had already persuaded Quincy to hike up the mountain together to discover the local flora and fauna.
He had not made any plans with Kuya yet, but he was certain that the fox yokai would invite himself to the activities that caught his interest.
Eiden had already promised him that they would stargaze together on the uppermost balcony of the vacation house.
He had been looking forward to it for months.
“You will arrive at the Aqua Temple promptly on that day,” his father had continued to press on, oblivious to the guilt and disappointment that closed around Olivine’s heart in a vice grip, “and begin overseeing the worship sessions as soon as you are settled.”
Olivine’s first instinct had been to dip his head and agree to his parents’ instructions, but he wanted, oh, he wanted, so badly, to be part of the trip with everyone. So he held on to how he would find the courage to ask Eiden and his fellow clansmen for what he wanted, took a deep breath, and, fighting to keep his voice steady, explained that he already had important commitments during those weeks as a member of the Grand Sorcerer’s clan.
And of course, as he had expected, he received a tirade on how he should place the Church above all else, how his hesitance was disappointing his parents, how his absence was going to bring shame to the Water Temple, to his parents’ reputation as the most devoted disciples of the God of Klein-
Then right after, they immediately left again to go on another pilgrimage.
Olivine sighed and tugged at his earring a little harder than he had intended.
It was always going to be like this, wasn’t it? His parents were never going to understand. He already could anticipate the angry letters he was going to receive in the event of his absence, or worse, another visit to the temple to chew him out.
But if he did not go on the trip, everyone would surely be let down.
Olivine himself would be sorely disappointed.
Sighing, he slumped a little in his seat in the pew.
“Hey, Olivine!” a familiar voice drew him from his thoughts.
“Eiden,” Olivine could not help but brighten up at the sight of the brown-haired man. “It’s lovely to see you.”
The corners of Eiden’s lips quirked upwards into the charming smile Olivine was so fond of. “And you’re looking lovely as always…” His gaze trailed playfully down the length of Olivine’s body, still garbed in his ceremonial attire. “A sight for sore eyes.”
“Eiden!” he protested the compliments with a laugh. “You must stop flattering me like this.”
“Just saying the truth,” Eiden’s grin softened into something sweet and genuine. “I just dropped by to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m alright,” Olivine reassured Eiden. “Just the usual Temple duties. Would you like to come to my quarters to chat?”
Eiden agreed easily, and soon enough, they had settled at the little table in his rooms, drinking tea out of his simple porcelain cups.
Conversation with Eiden flowed easily it always did: smoothly moving from Olivine’s young charges at the orphanage to Garu and Blade’s latest antics at the mansion, then to the newest instalment of an adventure book series that Eiden, Olivine and Yakumo were all reading, then to the preparations Aster and Morvay had been making for their trip…
… which Olivine was not even sure if he could attend anymore.
“Olivine?” Eiden had paused in the middle of his explanation.
“Apologies, Eiden. I had let my thoughts wander briefly.” Olivine pulled on a smile out of habit. It might have fooled the regular churchgoers, but evidently not Eiden, who gazed at him thoughtfully, perceptive as always when it came to the clan and each of its members.
“Is something up?”
Have you no shame? The sting of his father’s words was still sharp in his chest.
Olivine almost reflexively started to reassure Eiden that everything was fine, but he remembered Eiden once saying, “A confidant also needs a confidant!”. On another occasion, after Olivine had told Edmond that it was okay to rely more on everyone, Eiden had given him A Look, patted him on the chest and said a little teasingly, yet no less kindly, “Practise what you preach too, Olivine.”
Well. He supposed it was a good chance for him to practise that.
“Earlier in the morning,” Olivine began hesitantly, and thus, taking a deep breath, explained what had happened during his parents’ brief visit.
“Man, what is it with your parents and not wanting you to have fun?” Eiden burst out once Olivine had gotten everything out. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this trip for ages !”
“I’m sure the guest appearance is more important to them,” Olivine sighed.
“Based on what you said, that temple’s been running perfectly fine on their own this whole time. What’s even the point of you being there? To be paraded around like a show pony?”
Eiden must have seen the thinly-veiled dismay on his face, because he immediately reached across the table to put his hand over Olivine’s. “Sorry. I’m just frustrated on your behalf.”
“No… I think that’s what they were thinking. If there was truly any urgent matter, Father James would have sent me a direct message instead.”
“Yeah. That sounds about right,” Eiden nodded sympathetically. He had seen too many a time where Olivine would have to hurry off after receiving urgent correspondence that demanded his immediate presence. “How can I help you?”
Olivine considered it for a moment before suggesting, “Take my mind off things? Just for the while.”
“Of course,” Ediden agreed immediately. “What sort of distraction do you have in mind?”
Olivine rose from his chair to walk across the room, seating himself at the edge of his bed and crossing his legs in a way he knew made his hip jut out from between the sheer strips of fabric of his formal outfit.
Predictably, a hungry smirk spread across Eiden’s face as his warm brown eyes roved shamelessly down the length of Olivine's body. “Ooh, this kind of distraction?”
Playing coy, Olivine shifted slightly to push his hip out a little further. “Is that… not okay?”
Eiden chuckled as he stood and made his way over to Olivine. “Far from it.”
***
As things always did with Eiden, one of them led quickly to another.
Sitting together on the bed led to locking lips on the bed, which led to Olivine laying a gloved hand on Eiden’s thigh. That in turn led to Eiden’s palms smoothing up Olivine’s bare torso and slipping under the square of cloth that covered his chest.
Those hands brushed teasingly against the chains hanging from his nipple piercings. Of course, that teasing brush became full-palmed squeezes of his chest that drew a breathless ah from Olivine.
Eager to give as much pleasure as he received, Olivine reached down to cup Eiden’s cock through his trousers, and was quite pleased to feel it rapidly swelling and hardening under his touch. He felt even more pleased when Eiden let out a happy groan.
“Mmm… Your hands are warm,” Olivine murmured when Eiden began to massage both globes of muscle with firm but gentle pressure.
“And how does this feel for you?” Eiden asked, then instantly followed the question with a graze of a rounded fingernail over his right nipple.
Olivine jerked from the bright, almost-painful sensation. A mixture of surprise and pleasure coloured the sound that left him. He only barely managed to control the firm but gentle grip he had on Eiden’s clothed erection. “I-It's good,” he managed to say a moment later, then without thinking, begged, “A-Again”, desperate for more , desperate to just feel.
“Woah, you’re eager today,” Eiden commented smugly, dutifully drawing the edge of his nail over Olivine's left nipple this time. “Better balance things out on this side too, hehe.”
Olivine jerked again at the sharp pleasure-pain. His chains clinked softly as they swayed.
“I love it when you’re all needy,” Eiden continued, giving both nipples the same treatment this time. That managed to pull a shaky moan from Olivine's lips. “It’s so cute…”
Between his legs, Olivine's own cock was also hard, tenting the strip of cloth that covered it and leaking a damp spot of precome onto the thin white fabric. “It’s because you make me feel so good,” Olivine panted.
Eiden chuckled, “That’s some powerful flattery there.”
“I merely state the tru- aah !” When he was speaking, Eiden had grabbed a fistful of chains and pulled them just taut enough to hurt. His nipples burned.
“How else do you want me to distract you?” Eiden asked, tugging again, a little more harshly this time.
“... P-Please play with my n-nipples more,” Olivine admitted a little shyly, but plucked up the courage to lift the square of fabric covering his chest and hold it out of the way to ease Eiden’s access.
Eiden pinched his nipples and rolled them between his fingers none-too-gently. “Like this, I can feel the bars through your nipples,” he told him, sounding rather pleased by this rediscovery. “You’re so sensitive here. Didn’t it hurt a lot when you got them pierced?”
“Y-Yes. But it felt so g-good-” The race of pleasure-pain arched Olivine’s back, pushing his chest further into Eiden’s touch. He wondered how he must have looked if anyone walked in: pure white priestly garbs askew, hair tousled and tongue already lolling between his lips. The very picture of shameful depravity-
“You’re extra gorgeous when you’re honest like this,” Eiden murmured, pressing in close for another open-mouthed kiss, and Olivine was helpless but to meet him halfway so they could devour each other’s mouths hungrily. He could only groan when Eiden’s hot tongue rubbed sensually against his.
Then Eiden brutally yanked at the chains connecting his piercings.
Olivine had to pull back to let out a wail as a violent spasm wracked his body.
“Wanna come from this today?”
Olivine could. He had before. But today he wanted… “Eiden, please, I need something inside.” He let himself fall backwards onto the bed, parting his legs and lifting the strip of fabric that covered his hard cock, revealing the full extent of his desire to Eiden.
“Your wish is my command,” Eiden conceded playfully. He moved to get on top of Olivine, lowered himself and kissed him thoroughly again, tongue and all, running his hands over the sheer material that covered his thighs as he did. “I’ll seriously never get over this outfit… What are you supposed to do with it other than making use of its… easy access?” His touch trailed further up, unobstructed, to the junction between Olivine’s legs and torso, then circled towards his cock to graze it with a featherlight fingertip.
“Eiden…” Olivine whined at the teasing, reaching down with a gloved hand to spread his needy entrance. “Touch me here…”
Eiden chuckled and dropped one more kiss onto Olivine’s lips. “Someone’s impatient today.”
“N-Ngh…”
With a practised hand, Eiden popped the lid of the bottle of slick that Olivine kept in his bedside drawer - when had Eiden fished it out anyway? - and poured the slippery substance over his index, middle and ring fingers, taking a bit of time to cover them thoroughly.
“Hurry…” Olivine urged, raising his hips desperately. He needed it. He was so empty inside-
“I’m right here,” Eiden reassured, and smoothly slid all three fingers right in without preamble.
The suddenness of being forced open elicited a cry of surprise and pleasure from Olivine.
It was just like Eiden to know that Olivine had been craving the abrupt stretch. The knowledge of it curled hot and sweet within him.
As always, it felt wonderful to be worked open like this. Olivine played with himself often, but he couldn’t do it the same way Eiden was doing now. It wasn’t the right angle, so he could not reach as deep, and it always made his wrist tire quickly.
Eiden’s fingers fucked him just right, but today, he wanted more.
“Can… Can you add one more finger?”
Eiden’s smile widened. “Of course. Here you go-”
The added stretch at his rim made Olivine’s breath stutter, then one more slicked finger entered him alongside the other three so Eiden was steadily pumping his hand to fuck him deep before nailing his prostate with pinpoint accuracy, making pleasure swell within him.
A whimper escaped Olivine. It was good , it was so close to what he needed. Today he wanted…
So he opened his mouth to ask. “O-One more… p-please?”
Eiden’s grin grew larger. Without pausing the motions of his hand, he leaned in close to murmur, “You want my thumb too?”
Shivering at the hot, moist breath at his ear, Olivine gasped, “Yes, please, please- ” Eiden had fingered him many times before, but not like this, not with all his fingers.
“I got you,” Eiden murmured, and without removing the four digits already inside of him, dripped more lube over his thumb before pressing it against his stretched hole as well.
Needily, Olivine lifted his hips to hasten Eiden’s entry, and soon enough, felt the added girth of Eiden’s thumb inside him.
The stretch was delightful.
All five fingers were inside him. He had taken large toys before, larger dildos longer and thicker than this, but the fact that it was Eiden , all warm skin and clever angles, moving, probing inside Olivine made all the difference.
Like this, however, the knuckles of Eiden’s hand stopped him from reaching too deep inside.
Then with startling clarity, it hit Olivine. What exactly it was that he wanted to try. “Please,” Olivine panted. “Please… more… deeper… give me more ...”
Eiden slowed to a stop inside him. Olivine’s walls pulsed hungrily around his fingers. His cock leaked desperately against his abdomen.
“That's going to be my whole hand. Are you sure?” As always, there was no judgement, no disapproval, no indication that Olivine was asking for too much. Only acceptance, desire and gentle concern.
Oh, Olivine wanted it. He wanted everything Eiden was willing to give him. “Yes,” he affirmed, gazing up into Eiden’s face with hazy eyes. “Please fuck me with your whole hand.”
“Alright,” Eiden chuckled. “ Let’s give it a try. Stop me if it gets too much, okay?”
“Mmm.”
Slowly, Eiden withdrew his fingers from him, and for a terrible moment, Olivine was empty inside, his gaping hole clenching around nothing as Eiden reached for the lube once more,
Rapturously, Olivine watched Eiden slather the substance all over his hand, his knuckles, his wrist, and a little further up his forearm. His slick skin shone in the muted gold of the late afternoon light coming in from the curtains.
Eiden had strong, capable hands that soothed, supported, designed, created, pleasured , and the thought of its entirety entering him sent a shiver of anticipation running down Olivine’s spine.
He was going to be filled like he had never been before. He could take those wonderful hands of Eiden’s. He had to. He just had to push past his limits.
He wanted to.
“That should be enough,” Eiden said to himself when his hand and wrist were dripping with lube, then met Olivine’s eyes warmly. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, please… ”
“You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? You just want to be filled in any way you can.”
“Please , I want it so much,” Olivine begged, raising his hips a bit to get closer to Eiden.
“Tell me to stop if it hurts too much,” Eiden warned again. And with that, he pushed four fingers back inside, withdrew, folded his thumb into his palm before sliding into him once more.
With bated breath, Olivine waited as Eiden pressed harder. Soon, he could already feel the way the widest part of Eiden’s head pressed against his hole - a steady pressure that stretched him wider, and wider still.
He could not help but squirm with impatience. He needed to be speared open and consumed. He wanted to get everything inside now-
“Hold still,” Eiden grunted. “I don't want you to get hurt.”
It’s okay to make it hurt , Olivine thought wildly to himself. Push me to my limits, hurt me, break me, stitch me back with the pleasure that makes me fly apart -
“Olivine?” Eiden murmured, his whole hand still not inside Olivine.
Blinking, Olivine managed to centre his vision on Eiden’s face. “Mm, okay,” he said, and trembled on the spot as he waited for Eiden to work his hand inside.
“Good.”
Eiden's praise sent a shudder through his body. Then came the breach. Olivine felt the exact moment he was pulled taut over the ridges of Eiden’s knuckles. With a wet sound, the rest of Eiden's hand slid inside him, reaching deep and stuffing him full - fuller than he had ever been.
He felt his rim clench around Eiden's wrist.
His heavy cock twitched against his belly.
He was so full.
“A- Ah… Are you- Have I-”
”I'm all in.” Eiden’s grin was audible in his voice. “You’ve taken everything.”
Olivine did not even know what sound he made at that. All he could think was he had taken Eiden’s hand, all of it, Eiden had carved himself a space, a shape within him that nothing else had done before.
“I wonder if you’ll like it if I…” Then slowly, within him, Eiden’s hand curled into a fist and slid just a couple inches deeper inside.
“Oh, oh ,” Olivine felt himself squeeze around the added girth.
“How’s that?” Eiden asked.
There was no room left inside Olivine. There was no room left in him for a coherent thought. There was no room for anything else but the way Eiden filled him to the brim.
“‘M so full ,” Olivine slurred. “You’re so deep inside, I’ve never been this full before.”
“God. You’re tight and hot around my arm,“ Eiden said in equal parts awe and reverence. “You feel amazing inside.”
Half-dazedly, Olivine reached between his legs and touched the rim of his stuffed hole. He moaned when his fingers glanced against where he was stretched wide open by Eiden’s soaked arm, the ring of his entrance taut and smooth… “A-Ah…”
“You’re amazing, Olivine…. You’ve really taken all of me,” Eiden murmured. His pupils were huge, swallowing up his irises and leaving only a thin ring of brown. Every so slightly, his hand shifted inside Olivine. Oh… he could feel every minute movement that Eiden made. “Tell me. How does it feel if I do… this?”
Then, sharply, Eiden’s wrist twisted.
The tips of his knuckles rolled against his walls, delightfully rubbing against every sensitive spot deep within him.
Olivine practically sobbed.
Eiden twisted his wrist again, sensation lighting up all the nerves inside Olivine once more.
A series of helpless noises tumbled from Olivine’s lips. “It’s good, you’re so good, I love it,” he babbled when he had managed to catch his breath somewhat. “Again, Eiden, please, please, aaAUGH-”
Obediently, Eiden obliged, and there was nothing Olivine could do but shout his pleasure.
“What about this?” Eiden asked. Slowly, he shifted his arm out a couple of inches, before rocking back in just as slowly, the burning stretch igniting his nerves and wracking his body with shudders.
Ecstasy engulfed Olivine. His mind was empty. His hole was full. He was flying apart. He was held together.
All by the overwhelming feeling of Eiden’s fist rocking within him.
Hazily, he looked up at Eiden. A smug smirk spread over his handsome face even as his brows furrowed in concentration, and Olivine was abruptly overcome with a wave of affection. He wanted to kiss Eiden, but he was so far away -
Then on another inward thrust, Eiden twisted his wrist, sending a torrent of bliss through Olivine.
Someone was screaming. It took a moment for Olivine to realise that someone was in fact himself.
“Shit, that’s so hot,“ Eiden gasped, “You're so hot-” but his words barely registered when Eiden twisted his wrist again on the next thrust, and the next. As Eiden fucked into him again and again, his knuckles rubbed against his prostate with brutal precision with each turn.
There was nothing Olivine could do but take it, lying there, floating in a blissful place where he only had to focus on how he was speared upon Eiden’s forearm and spread wide around its girth. It was times like these that he still could not believe that he had this, that he was allowed to have this, that his selfish need for pleasure was welcomed, and desired, even. He had only needed to ask, then he was filled exactly the way he wanted.
“E-Eiden,” Olivine cried, fingers twisting helplessly in his sheets as his whole body shuddered uncontrollably from the onslaught of pleasure.
“You’re doing wonderful,” Eiden encouraged breathlessly without stopping the motions of his arm. “You’re so wonderful.” And somehow, Olivine managed to make his eyes focus long enough to meet Eiden's gaze.
He felt like he was penetrated by those warm brown eyes. There was no meaning to the smiles he normally put up. By letting himself be filled like this, he was laid bare - every selfish, indulgent desire laid bare for Eiden to see. Yet Eiden simply gave so he could receive - take, even, to fulfil those desires.
And Olivine was so full.
Euphoria surged through his veins and filled his body like a tsunami, roaring as it flooded every nerve within him.
The overwhelming tide of sensation pulled a depraved scream from the depths of Olivine, then the next thing he knew, he was coming all over himself, swollen cock spurting so hard that some of his spend even hit his chin. His hole clamped down desperately over Eiden’s hand. His vision fizzled. Everything faded into white noise.
For a few blissful moments, he simply lay there limply, feeling everything and nothing at the same time.
In tiny increments, Olivine came back to himself.
His hole was still fluttering weakly around the girth of Eiden’s wrist, his vision blurry from the intensity of his orgasm. The brown and blue blob before him that was Eiden slowly shifted into focus. He was watching him intently, clearly gauging his condition.
“Olivine?”
Olivine tried to form a word, but only a winded exhale left his lips.
“That good, huh?” Visibly relaxing, Eiden grinned down at him.
Olivine wet his lips with his tongue and tried again. “So good,” he managed to say this time.
“I’m gonna pull out now,” Eiden told him. “Relax for me?”
Olivine squeezed a little reluctantly for a final time around Eiden’s hand before letting himself go lax, making Eiden laugh breathlessly. Inside him, Eiden’s fingers slowly shifted from fist back to the straightened position it had adopted upon entering him, then finally withdrew with another wet sound, leaving him loose and gaping.
He could feel the way his rim worked over nothing, unable to close completely after such a huge intrusion. It was never going to be the same again… not after being stretched so widely and penetrated so deeply…
Ah. He could see Eiden’s hard-on straining against the black fabric of his trousers.
Olivine made to get up and free it from its confines, but Eiden laid his unsoiled hand over the inside of Olivine's thigh to stop him in his tracks. “Wait wait wait, hold still for a sec.”
Obediently, Olivine laid back down to let Eiden check his hole for tears.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
Olivine shook his head.
“Okay, good.”
Eiden let Olivine get up this time. He bit back a whine when lube dripped out of his hole as he slowly heaved himself onto his knees and crawled over to Eiden to kiss him sweetly.
“As thanks for making me feel so good earlier,” Olivine murmured when they separated, letting his fingers trail down the length of Eiden's torso to finally unzip his pants and take his cock out. “Let me taste you?”
“Ooh, you know I cannot say no to this,” Eiden smirked, moving to sit at the edge of the bed and shamelessly spreading his legs. His flushed erection bobbed enticingly from his open fly. Clear precome beaded at the slit.
And so Olivine got off the bed and onto his knees, then eagerly sucked Eiden's hot, throbbing cock into his mouth.
***
When all was done and they both lay bare and satiated upon the bed, Eiden comfortably pillowed on Olivine's chest with one arm over his waist, Olivine pondered.
“I think,” Olivine began, to which Eiden hummed to prompt him. “I'm going to write a letter to my parents and tell them I will visit the Aqua Temple another time.”
“Yeah?” He could feel Eiden smile against his pectoral.
Olivine hummed in affirmation. “I’d like to keep the promises I’ve chosen to make.”
“I’m glad,” Eiden said, soft and genuine. “If your parents have got any nasty letters for you, come to us about it, okay? You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”
A lump of emotion grew within Olivine’s throat. “Okay.”
“Good!” Eiden propped himself up on his elbows and met Olivine's eyes. “I'm really glad you can come with us after all.”
“Me too,” Olivine's heart felt large and warm within his chest. “I've been looking forward to it since we started discussing it.”
“It's the same for me.” Eiden's smile took on a more lecherous edge. “I’ve been looking forward to fucking you on that balcony-”
“E-Eiden!”
“I'll have you know I've already designed the perfect outfit for you to make it happen-”
Olivine laughed and held Eiden close.
Coda:
The cool night breeze brings the scent of salt to the balcony, which overlooks the dark expanse of the East Flumenian Harbour. In the distance, lamps of the fishing boats baiting for Night Fish dot the black water, casting their orange glow over the calm surface of the sea.
Light-hearted chatter floats from within the holiday house. Blade and Garu are laughing brightly at Morvay’s retelling of the day’s adventure. Soon enough, Yakumo and Edmond’s softer chuckles join theirs. Kuya and Rei are bantering back and forth, making teasing remarks at the expense of Dante that Aster is giggling at. If Olivine listens closely, he can hear Quincy’s quieter huff of amusement.
The warmth of Eiden’s hand on the small of Olivine’s back is grounding as they both lean against the balcony railings and gaze at the heavens, where stars twinkle like gemstones upon obsidian velvet in wondrous constellations previously unseen.
Olivine’s heart is full.