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Olivine finishes his rounds of the Holy Temple of Water, making sure all the doors are properly locked and the lights are off aside from the perpetual flame in one of the chapels. He closes and latches the main doors as well. In an emergency, a priest could still enter through the kitchen, but Olivine doesn’t anticipate any such events tonight.
It’s strange to be alone here. Usually, one or more of the other priests would also stay, but they’ve all gone home this time, with most having family obligations. Even Eiden is long gone, having returned to the mansion after the morning prayer service.
And yet, for once it doesn’t feel lonely. Olivine was the one who offered to stay behind, after all, and he’s looking forward to the chance to relax and peruse the new books that were donated earlier in the week. Following a final glance around the narthex, and a quick listen for any stragglers trapped inside, he puts out the lights and retreats to his room.
For a while, he dives into one of the books, absently snacking on some of Yakumo’s biscuits left from Eiden’s recent visit. When his eyes grow to heavy to continue, he readies himself for bed and lies down on the mattress. He remains on top of the quilt, the room still a bit too warm to cover up yet.
As his mind wanders through the events of the day, Olivine realizes this is the first time he’s been completely alone in the Temple in a long while. In fact, since meeting Eiden, it’s only happened a handful of times, and never again as a result of his poor choices. It feels nice, knowing he’s grown strong enough to be able to manage on his own like this.
He does miss Eiden, though. Their visits recently haven’t been nearly long enough. A trip here or there with another clan member, an overnight when they can. Olivine tries not to be too envious of those who live in the mansion and have Eiden with them all the time, aside from when he’s away.
“Ah, Eiden,” he says aloud with a longing sigh, “I do wish you were here.”
It would be easy to pretend they would merely fill their evening by talking or studying—even though Eiden doesn’t really need tutoring now. And of course they would do those things…until Eiden noticed Olivine’s flushed cheeks and the way he would sidle closer, inviting his lover’s touch.
Then Eiden would whisper into his ear, “Olivine, is there something else you want?”
There certainly is. Always.
Even though he misses Eiden terribly, Olivine still smiles at the thought. He’s no longer afraid of his own desires, openly confessing them and delighting in the way Eiden lovingly indulges him no matter what’s on his mind.
Olivine glances down, a prickle of want settling between his restless legs. Without meaning to, he’s rested his hand on the juncture of his hip and thigh. Not touching yet, simply anticipating. He’s only just begun to plump up. Propping himself on his elbows, he considers what he wants tonight to satisfy his need. His gaze lands on the bedside drawer where he keeps important artifacts: a prayer book, his journal…the cock ring inlaid with peridot-colored glass beads that Eiden gave him ages ago.
Perfect.
When he opens the drawer, he also spots another nice gift, the toy Morvay bought for him once when they went shopping together. It’s ridiculously large, enough that Olivine’s eyes nearly burst from his skull at the sight of it despite Morvay’s assurance he would love it. To be fair, he does very much enjoy its girth, particularly when Eiden is teasing him with it or joking that perhaps he won’t be enough now that Olivine’s tasted something so big.
And Olivine always assures him he’d much rather have Eiden’s real cock than any toy. Still, this one is quite satisfying, particularly when Eiden’s real cock is so far away. Olivine withdraws both items from the drawer and lays them out on the bed, adding a bottle of scented lubricant and a soft towel.
The lube, too, was a present from Eiden. He always said he loved the fragrance of Olivine’s essential oil, the one he uses when his stomach feels off. With a little help, the pair of them made this, and Eiden left it for him with clear instructions to put it to good use in his absence. Leave it to Eiden to fully encourage Olivine to explore his own body, finding all the places to show him at their next visit.
Olivine strips off his nightclothes and lies down again, his thigh brushing the items he set on the mattress. He picks up the cock ring and, after giving it a bit of attention with the lube, slides it into place. It’s a perfect fit, of course, and he can’t help the warmth in his chest at the memory of the first time they used it.
Slowly, tenderly, he strokes himself to full hardness, imagining it’s Eiden’s hand on him. With his other fingers, he flicks his piercings the way Eiden loves to do. Enjoying the feeling of fullness down below, he picks up the other toy, running his fingers over the realistic textured surface.
He brings it to his mouth and gently kisses the tip before opening wider. In his imagination, he’s with Eiden again. They begin their play the way they always do, with Eiden taking the lead and guiding Olivine to be honest about what he wants. He pictures Eiden’s beautiful body, the way he’s filled out and grown robust yet is still so lithe. Up on his knees, straddling Olivine’s head and brushing the head of his penis against his lips.
Olivine slides the toy along his tongue, taking it in as far as he can. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would give Eiden pleasure until he could hardly control himself. Then he would cup the back of Olivine’s head and fuck his throat until his jaw was aching and tears leaked from his eyes.
In the present, he mimics those same motions, overwhelmed by how good it feels even just thinking about it. He could—and has—cum just from giving Eiden head. The memory has him so aroused he’s glad for the restriction of the cock ring to let him draw things out. Gasping, he pulls the toy from his mouth. No need for this to be over too quickly, after all.
He wipes the saliva off the toy and coats it in the lube. The scent fills him with renewed longing, and he slowly caresses the toy as though he’s touching Eiden instead. Spreading his legs wider, he teases his rim with the head, spikes of desire making his muscles clench and relax. Not much need to prep, with their recent time together. Olivine exhales as he spears himself with the toy, a jolt of arousal racing up his spine.
He fucks himself at a leisurely pace, intentionally dragging the toy over that one spot that always makes him see stars. A loud moan escapes his throat, and he freezes. Remembering there’s no one else around, he gives in and doesn’t stifle his sounds.
More, faster, harder…he runs a hand over his curves, envisioning Eiden’s sweat-soaked body covering his own, that look he always has right before he bursts. And oh, Olivine is so ready too. He cries out again, back arching as he shoots. Panting, he slides the toy out. He’s still achingly hard; once is rarely enough.
He loves the way when he’s with Eiden, their warm-up always leads to Eiden submitting to him. He’ll protest a little and try to cheat but ultimately gives himself over. Olivine sets the toy upright and rises to squat over it. His moans are almost uncontrollable as he sinks down, swaying his hips.
Bracing himself with his hands, he fucks himself like he’s riding Eiden’s cock. Another wave of ecstasy crashes over him, and as sensitive as he is, it takes very little before he’s cumming again. His vision goes white, his head thrown back and Eiden’s name on his lips. Afterward, he collapses onto the mattress, the toy slipping from his ass. All he can do is lie there for a few minutes until his eyes clear and the pounding in his ears recedes.
When he’s recovered, he sits up and looks ruefully at the mess he’s made. Good thing he has enough to justify doing laundry in the morning. He slides off the cock ring and sets it aside with the other toy, then changes his sheets. In the shower, he washes everything thoroughly, including himself…after another slow-blooming orgasm from just his hand.
At last he crawls between the sheets, clean and sleepy. His last thought before drifting off is gratitude for Eiden’s patience and care. His dreams are no more than sweet, joyful images that leave him feeling loved and contented.
While Olivine is sipping his morning tea, there’s a knock on his study door. When he calls to come in, it opens to reveal Father Eoin and a congregant. Olivine invites them to join him for tea, but they decline.
“I apologize, Your Holiness,” the congregant says. “Father Eoin let me in last night to retrieve my child’s doll that was left in the prayer room. But…” He hesitates and glances at the other priest.
“It seems we have a ghost in the Temple,” Father Eoin prompts.
“Yes, my wife and I heard the most unholy sounds. It scared us out of our wits!”
Father Eoin chuckles. “Took off the moment they had the doll in hand. Anyway, shall I set up for an exorcism?”
“N-no need,” Olivine says. “It was…a…beast. In heat. Poor thing must’ve wandered in from the wilds.”
Looking scandalized, Father Eoin says, “Surely not more of that illegal varnish!”
“Nothing of the sort.” Olivine controls his breathing and smiles gently. “I took care of it myself. All is well.”
“Goodness,” the congregant says. “‘Poor thing’? I certainly hope you put it out of its misery.”
“We are all creatures of the God of Klein, deserving of care and empathy, are we not?”
“Ah…well…yes. Anyway, I am sorry for disturbing your morning. I will see you at the next prayer service.”
The congregant exits, leaving Olivine alone with Father Eoin. As soon as he’s sure the man is out of earshot, the other priest leans in closer.
“My deepest apologies, Your Holiness. I was under the impression the Grand Sorcerer had gone home. Had I known you were still entertaining him, I would never have interrupted you with a congregant’s request.”
Olivine, who was just taking a sip of his tea, chokes. Father Eoin pats him firmly on the back.
“Y-yes, well…ah…he has gone now, and…no real harm done.”
“Indeed. Have a lovely day, Father. I am off on my rounds to visit those who are homebound.”
“You as well,” Olivine says, maintaining his composure until Father Eoin is long gone.
Alone once more, he drops his head onto his arms, his face burning. But even so, he can’t help the quiet laughter bubbling out of him.