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The carriage shook and rattled as it rolled down the dirt pathway, shifting Edmond in his seat with each pass over a lump or stone.
Today he was tasked with escorting Olivine to a neighbouring town in assistance to the local clergy; he wasn’t required to assist him technically, but the amount of respect he held for the man justified the effort. Olivine was of high regard in Edmond’s mind, he deserved to be treated with respect and deserved safe travels between these cities, especially considering he’s acting out of his own generosity to assist these fellows.
They’ve been travelling for about an hour now, the town wasn’t especially far, but the trail was uphill and somewhat dangerous, so they needed to go slowly. They were almost there now, but Edmond could tell Olivine had been growing increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing minute. Some people simply weren’t built for long, uncomfortable trips, Edmond supposed.
Olivine’s face was tense, not quite wincing but most certainly not relaxed. His hands gripped the edges of his seat as though it was going to fly out from under him. Perhaps he just needed the restroom? Ah, it seems they’ve arrived anyways.
As the vehicle came to a stop at the front of the modest but not small church in the heart of the city, Edmond rose from his seat, moving to offer Olivine a hand to assist him in standing. Olivine took his hand with gratitude, taking Edmond’s hand in his own, Edmond noted how warm and silky his palm was, if only in the back of his thoughts.
Olivine’s discomfort is all the more evident as they exit the carriage and make their way towards the entrance of the building. As they entered, Edmond expected the man to head for a restroom to take care of things, or at least an acknowledgment of his situation but he simply continued down the halls as if his breathing wasn’t labored and his steps weren’t strained with pain.
“Olivine? I noticed you don’t seem too well. Is everything alright?” Edmond asked as he stopped walking. In Response, Olivine looked at him with an expression Edmond couldn’t quite read. Confliction, maybe? That only served to make Edmond more concerned.
“Oh, don’t worry yourself! It’s just… a minor injury bothering me. I’ll be alright.” Olivine said, causing Edmond to blanch in shock. He allowed himself on a trip like this with an injury?! He said it was minor, but it clearly bothered him enough to the point of visible discomfort. This clearly couldn’t do, this must be rectified before anything else.
“That’s preposterous! Allow me to help you.” Edmond said, guiding Olivine by the hand into a nearby room. The room seemed to be a sitting room of some sort — a small sparse room with a couch, a table, and a few ornaments decorating the environment. He shut the door behind them and faced Olivine once more.
“No, that’s really not-! Not necessary, Edmond!” Olivine’s voice was catching as he spoke. Edmond scanned him with his eyes, searching for any visible signs of injury he may have missed before. Hmm… it was probably under his clothes, there was no visible blood or bruising on his skin.
“Hnph..! Ah, A-apologies, just give me one moment…” Olivine said. Edmond grabbed him by the wrist before he could walk away.
“Please, your holiness, I’m trained in basic first aid. Let me take a look.” He said. Olivine's other arm was slung across his chest, presumably putting pressure on the wound hidden underneath. He had a nervous look on his face. Edmond knew the feeling. It could be shameful to ask for help, but Edmond hoped he could be someone the priest could rely on, just as Edmond could rely on him.
“I assure you I will not think less of you.”
Olivine shuffled in place, body language dripping with anxiety. Edmond moved his hand from his wrist to his shoulder in an attempt at comfort. Olivine took a breath and nodded. Edmond was glad that the other man could trust him with this.
Olivine moved to gingerly remove his top. Edmond had the thought to look away but he didn’t want to make Olivine uncomfortable with the implications. Once Olivine was able to undo his shirt, all while keeping pressure off the front of his chest, Edmond immediately noticed it.
There were no visible injuries, but his chest looked swollen and flushed, the skin of and around his pierced nipples looked angry and red. Was it some sort of infection? There was a slight sheen of moisture smeared around his chest. Edmond was growing more concerned by the second, why had Olivine let such an infection settle for so long? This could be potentially life-threatening!
Olivine must have been able to see Edmonds' fear and spoke up, “It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise!” He says. “It’s, ah… it’s a bit embarrassing actually…” he says bashfully, a nervous smile stretched onto his flushed face. Edmond was confused, not as bad as it looks? How could he be sure?
“Olivine, it looks like an infection! We need to get you to a professional to get some antibiotics.” Edmond said, gathering up Olivine's shirt and coat for him to put back on.
Olivine stopped him and shook his head, “Ah, no no no! You misunderstand, Edmond. It’s not an infection! It’s…” he trailed off with a small huff of a giggle, “I think it has something to do with how my essence manifests. I’m usually better about, ah, taking care of it before it gets so bad.” He said. Edmond feels like they’re not even near the same page right now.
“Could you please tell me what exactly is going on?” Edmond says with exasperation. If Olivine knew what was happening and how to fix it, why wouldn’t he just spit it out already? Sure, such an issue on a sensitive area of the body like that was embarrassing but he’d already shown Edmond his chest, how much worse could it possibly be?
“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to confuse you, Sir Edmond. I, well… my, uh, chest, is currently full of…milk? It’s quite painful at this point…” Olivine said, and averted his eyes from Edmonds' shocked expression.
“Milk? That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard! Males don’t produce milk, are you certain that’s even what it is?!” Edmond exclaimed. Olivine seemed taken aback at his assertions and frowned.
“I’ve been dealing with this my whole adult life, Edmond. At this point I’m quite used to it, and I’m absolutely sure it’s otherwise ordinary breast milk…” Edmond didn’t know what to think. His whole adult life? That sounds torturous. Edmond has to approach the matter with respect, it was clear the priest was ashamed enough as-is, and clearly Edmond wasn’t helping in that regard. He made a mental note to look into this ailment further later on.
“I can take care of this myself. It’ll be about an hour to do it by hand, though. I apologize for the delay in today’s schedule. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Olivine moved to get up, but Edmond stopped him.
“This is certainly an… unorthodox issue, but I meant it when I said I can assist you. An hour would be far too long, we wouldn’t make it back until past sundown.” Edmond said. Olivine looked back at him with concern written on his face.
“I don’t see how you can help, Edmond, without my pump it’ll take the same amount of time no matter who does it!” He says. He reaches up to his own nipple in demonstration. His teeth clamp down on his lower lip as he begins massaging a few drops of milk out of his tender breast, the stream trailing down his stomach and dripping onto the floor below. Edmond couldn’t tear his eyes away. He licked his lips unconsciously.
“Ah… pump?” Edmond says, brain still only half paying attention to the conversation. Olivine hums in affirmation.
“Yes. The suction is much more efficient than trying to massage it out manually.” He said, wiping the stray drops of milk from his stomach with his hand. Edmond knows what he needs to do to help, but… he can’t! There’s no way! He just has to let Olivine handle this on his own. He couldn’t possibly do something so shameful!
But that would take too long, he had matters to attend to this evening. Additionally he did want Olivine to trust him with such vulnerabilities in the future, to have a man of the cloth trust Edmond with such a delicate matter would be an honor… Edmond couldn’t make up his mind. Ugh, to hell with it! He’s a knight trained under the strictest regiment of its kind. He can handle a task as simple as this with dignity and efficiency!
With a newfound determination, he steels his gaze towards Olivine, “I know how I can help, Father. Please, take a seat.” Edmond gestures towards the small couch nearby, raising his other hand to the man’s back to guide him towards the couch. Olivine seems confused but follows along.
At first, Edmond isn’t sure how to position himself without the position being… provocative, to say the least. He settles on kneeling between his legs for the best leverage. Olivine seems to have gotten the idea, with the way his eyes have gone wide at the sight of Edmond getting on his knees.
“Ah! Edmond! Th-there’s really no need to-“ Olivine starts. Edmond raises his hand to cut him off.
“I apologize, Your Holiness, but I insist. I’ll make it quick, alright?” He says. He couldn’t flounder now, that would be more humiliating than going through with it.
Olivine seems to mull it over for a moment, shifting his hands in his lap and averting his eyes. It seems like that’s a nervous tic of his? He eventually looks back to Edmond and gives a nod. “I… trust you… To take care of me…” he says, and the look of vulnerability on his face was… No. Not the time for such thoughts. Edmond was better than that!
Olivine busied himself with undoing his piercings, most likely to keep Edmond from possibly choking on them. That gave Edmond a moment to contemplate exactly what he’s about to do. Strangely enough, he wasn’t dreading it one bit. He found that his mouth was watering, betraying his thoughts of how his milk would taste on his tongue. Edmond could hardly stand being face to face with Olivine’s chest in such an intimate setting.
With each piercing out came its own drop of milk, like he’d just removed the cap on a bottle. When everything was ready, the chains of the piercings resting in the man’s lap, Edmond brought his hand up tentatively, squeezing the underside of one breast. Olivine gasped at the pressure, and some of his milk ran down Edmonds hand, pooling around his gem. The feeling of it had to be a sin —it tickled as it flowed, and the milk was hotter than he thought it would be, almost feeling scalding on such a sensitive area.
He removed his hand from the area, avoiding sudden movements so as not to worry the priest. He brought his hand up to his nose. Better to get a small taste now than risk gagging when he tasted it directly, he supposed. The milk smelled… ordinary, not offensive or strong, faintly sweet? He lapped up a drop from his finger. It tasted sweet and buttery, richer than the animal’s milk he’s had in the past. He found he quite enjoyed the taste, but felt it might give him an upset stomach in excess. He cleaned up the drops decorating his gemstone, the flavor combined with the sensation along with the knowledge that it came from Olivine made him feel hot under his uniform.
He looked back up to olivine, who was staring at him in rapture. Edmond suddenly felt a little self conscious about the performance he’d just put on. He didn’t want to linger on the feeling, so he brought his face up to Olivine’s right pectoral directly, steeling himself. He braced one hand on the couch and the other gently on Olivine’s thigh before gingerly licking the swollen bud. Olivine gasped and jerked his chest back. Edmond looked at him in alarm and Olivine smiled sheepishly
“Ah! Sorry, Edmond. I’m just a bit sensitive…” he said. Edmond could only nod, anything that might have come out verbally got caught in his throat. This situation was… stimulating, he’s come to realize. He shoved the feeling down. Not the time.
He returned his mouth to its spot in front of the man’s nipple, trusting Olivine to anticipate his touch now. He brought his tongue to it first before wrapping his lips around the whole thing, careful not to scrape his teeth or bite down on the sensitive flesh. He sucked a little, just to test the waters a bit. A warm stream of milk flowed onto his tongue, the sweet flavor spreading across his palette. Olivine whined under him, digging his fingers into the cushions of the couch.
Edmond quickly found a rhythm, not too fast or too slow, making sure he wasn’t putting a painful amount of pressure on his nipple. The milk was coming consistently now, filling his mouth and running down his throat in hot streams, pooling around the corners of his mouth, threatening to drip out if he didn’t keep drinking. Edmond could tell Olivine was holding back his noises, half-abandoned gasps and whines forming at the back of his throat. Edmond was close enough to hear every hitch of his breath.
He could feel himself becoming full with the amount of milk he was drinking, and he still had a whole other breast to go through. The closer he was to finishing all the milk, the less came out when he sucked. He ended up needing to suck harder and harder to get the last drops out, causing Olivine to cry out against his will. With a pop, Edmond unsealed his lips from Olivine’s nipple, the flesh looking red, swollen and abused, one last droplet of milk following his lips. He lapped it up without thinking.
Olivine was flushed and gasping for breath, eyes watering with tears of oversensitivity. Edmond couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked like that. He chastised himself internally for taking joy in the suffering of others but couldn’t deny that the whole situation has definitely made him hard in his pants. And he wasn’t finished yet.
Without hesitating any more, he moved to his other breast. He wasted no time getting back into a rhythm, his mouth already accustomed to the familiar sensation. Olivine’s breathing seemed to get more and more labored, and he moved his hands to brace himself on Edmond’s arms— gripping into the sleeves of his uniform. He seemed to be trying not to squirm in his seat, lest he accidentally push Edmond off his chest.
Without warning a hand flew up to the back of Edmond’s head, pushing his face further into Olivine’s chest, and Edmond bit down slightly in surprise. Not enough to draw blood, but Olivine basically screamed in response, writhing against Edmond violently. Edmond couldn’t pull back like he tried to, due to Olivine’s grip on his head, but ceased his nursing in an attempt to alleviate his pain.
“Edmond! Hahh..! Please please don’t stop! Ahnn!” Olivine wailed. Edmond resumed automatically, hardly processing how Olivine definitely didn’t sound pained. He couldn’t help but suck harder at olivine’s chest, the noises from the other man having him undeniably worked up. He wasn’t grabbing him as hard now, but he wasn’t holding back his moaning anymore. Wanton cries left his lips with every suck, and drawing them out proved to be addictive. Edmond could feel sweat running down his face.
After teasing the last of the milk out, Edmond let go of the nipple with a gasp. He sat back onto his legs, and put a fist over his mouth to burp. His stomach felt tight and full, and with how skintight his uniform was he could see how distended his belly had gotten from the amount of milk he drank. That didn’t quite cover the clear outline of his cock through his tight pleather bodysuit, though, and he could only hope olivine hadn’t noticed.
He looked back up at Olivine who was watching him intently, mouth open and gasping for air. There was a soaked dark patch at the front of his pants. Did he…?
Olivine must have noticed where Edmond was staring and sat up, covering his crotch with his hands. “Ah! Apologies, I really didn’t mean to, ah..!” Olivine said, slamming his eyes shut in shame, “it was, I just, I couldn’t stop—“ he stuttered. Edmond put a hand on his knee.
“Please, Your Holiness, it’s alright” Edmond said breathlessly, “I’m just glad I wasn’t hurting you” he said. Olivine let out a breath of relief, he was probably worried Edmond would get upset with him for having that… reaction. But it was Edmond’s idea in the first place, he could hardly get angry at something that was purely his fault. Not to mention it was… extremely arousing.
Edmond stood up from where he was kneeling, his legs shaking under him from the amount of time he spent on the floor. Standing up, his hard-on was even more obvious. There was no way Olivine didn’t notice by now. Edmond’s cheeks burned with shame. Olivine stood as well, not being shy about getting in Edmonds personal space. His breath caught in his throat at the proximity.
“Ah, now that that’s taken care of we should get going.” Edmond said, his voice not quite projecting like he wanted it to. Olivine seemed to disregard that statement entirely, trailing his hands up the sides of Edmond’s thighs. Edmond suppressed a shiver at the touch. What was Olivine doing?? Olivine moved his head dangerously close to Edmonds ear.
“First, if I may, Sir Edmond…” Olivine whispered, “Let me take care of you as well as you took care of me?” He said, and Edmond couldn’t help but lean against the other man, the way his breath tickled his ear threatened to make his legs give out. He couldn’t even form a verbal response to that, but he was far too aroused to deny such a proposition at this point. He nodded against Olivine’s bare shoulder.
Olivine guided Edmond to sit down on the couch, where he had sat before. The seat was warm and comfortable, a relief from kneeling for so long. Olivine busied himself undoing Edmond’s uniform, and ended up needing help to fully undo the top of it due to the way it was connected in the back. Olivine slipped his jacket and the whole bodysuit off of his body, Edmond raising his hips to assist him. Now all that separated Edmond’s aching cock from the open air were his tight, slightly damp briefs. His uniform pooled around his thighs, the pair silently deciding against removing his boots.
Olivine bunted his face against the bulge in front of him, taking a deep breath through the nose as if he'd been starved of oxygen. Edmond buried his face in his hands in embarrassment. Olivine rubbed him up and down with his hand, warm and soft and perfect even through the thin fabric.
He brought his face down again and teased his tongue directly against the outline of his penis. It wasn’t nearly enough stimulation, Edmond choked back a sob and held back grabbing Olivine’s head in desperation.
“Don’t! Please…Ah! Stop licking… haah.. like that..!” Edmond said breathlessly. Olivine smiled against his crotch. And hooked two fingers on either side of his briefs’ waistband. He gave Edmond’s crotch one last kiss before looking back up at him.
“Sorry, vice captain, I’ll stop teasing.” Olivine said, though it was obvious he wasn’t sorry at all. Scoundrel. Edmond couldn’t believe a holy man like him could be so… erotic.
He dragged his underwear along his thighs slowly, pausing when the only thing holding down his cock was the waistband of the briefs. He made eye contact with Edmond as he pulled them the rest of the way, his member springing out of its confines lewdly in a way that made Edmond melt in humiliation.
Olivine stared at it in what could only be described as pure adoration. He brought a hand up to languidly stroke it, slowly and steadily from base to tip and then again, drawing out drops of precum he spread around his palm to use as lube. Edmond could just about die, he needed more stimulation or he’d go insane.
“Y-yuhh— Your Holiness, I— ah! Please!” He managed. Still, it seems Olivine knew what he needed, and sped up his strokes. Edmond whimpered in appreciation. Olivine brought his face down lower, teasing his lips against Edmond’s balls— kissing, sucking and licking. It felt absolutely divine. Edmond choked on a gasp as Olivine swiped his thumb against the slit of his cock, spreading around the essence built up at the tip.
He stilled his hand at the base as he ceased his mouth’s assault on his balls. He brought the tip of Edmond’s cock against his lips and gave it a sweet kiss that devolved into open mouthed prodding and licking. He lapped his tongue around the head and dipped it into his slit as if trying to thoroughly clean it of all its juices.
Olivine stopped with his lips wrapped around the head and took a breath. In the next moment, he took the whole length of Edmond’s dick into his mouth at once, Edmond could feel himself poking into the back of Olivine's throat as his nose touched skin. Edmond may not have been as long as Eiden, but to swallow it all just like that…! Edmond didn’t know what kind of noise came out of him at that moment but he couldn’t stop it from ripping out of him if he’d tried.
He couldn’t stop his hands from gripping into Olivine's hair with a force he’d usually hold back from using. Olivine moaned around him, the vibrations of his voice sending Edmond into a daze. Once he realized how hard he was grabbing his hair he let go as if he’d been burned. Olivine rose off his cock with a gasp.
“Haaah… keep…. Pulling my hair. Feels good…” he said before taking Edmond’s cock back into his mouth, not all the way this time, making up the remaining length with his hand. He got into a steady, fast rhythm, one hand following his mouth as it traveled along his length, the other hand having taken out his own cock from his ruined pants and started stroking in time. Edmond brought his hands back up to Olivine’s hair as instructed, gripping his fingers into the insanely soft, fluffy locks.
He could feel Olivine swirl his tongue sinfully along the underside of his dick, he was far too good at this. Edmond tugged his hair up on a particularly sensitive stroke, and it made Olivine cry out, the noise muffled into his crotch. Edmond thrusted his hips up on reflex, but Olivine took it like it was nothing.
Edmond was so close, he could feel his orgasm winding up inside him like a thread threatening to snap if any more pressure was applied. He couldn’t possibly release into Olivine’s mouth though! He couldn’t stand to deface the priest any further than he already has.
He tugged him up by his hair in an attempt to pull him off of his dick before he could cum, but what happened instead was the amount of suction that Olivine was using on his dick combined with the sinful, filthy sounding pop his lips made releasing his cock made him cum right then and there. He froze up while he came, not realizing until afterwards that he held Olivine’s face in the perfect position for it to get covered in his load, cum splattered against his cheek, mouth and over one of his eyebrows.
Edmond was absolutely mortified! In an attempt to keep Olivine clean, he’d instead soiled him beyond what would have been if he’d not moved at all. Olivine looked… absolutely debauched. Eyes glassy and dilated, tongue lolling out of his mouth, a trail of cum dripping off of it, hair still gripped in Edmond’s hand, now messy and out of place. Face and ears flushed red with one of his hands still gripping his own spent cock.
Edmond released his hold on the priest’s hair, which seemed to break him out of his trance. He swiped a thumb over his cheek and placed it onto his tongue, licking the cum off as if it were the frosting of a cake. Edmond doesn’t think he could feel more embarrassed.
“Thank you… Sir Edmond…” Olivine sighed out, catching his breath. He rested his cheek against Edmond’s thigh and closed his eyes. Edmond couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable like that.
After a moment, Edmond remembered where they were, and how someone could walk in at any moment. In his moment of alarm he accidentally sat up so fast he jolted Olivine out of his position on his leg.
Edmond scrambled to get his clothes back on, and only when he felt he was presentable he realised that he had nothing to clean Olivine up with, and the priest's clothing had to be effectively ruined.
Olivine, noticing his panic, looked down at himself to assess the damage. There were a few drops of semen on his shirt that was discarded nearby and a large wet spot on his pants. Olivine didn’t seem too worried about the state of his clothes, though.
“Ah, my apologies. If you wouldn’t mind going out to the carriage again I brought my ceremonial robes for later this evening, I could change into those now instead.”
Edmond could feel the relief seep into his bones as he left the room to fetch the clothes. If he was responsible for ruining the image of the priest he didn’t know what he’d do with himself.
Now that he had a moment to think, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about how he used Olivine’s ailment as a means to his own sexual satisfaction. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, Edmond was supposed to be a man of principles!
He returned to the room, robes in hand, where Olivine was wiping himself down with his discarded shirt. Make do with what you have, Edmond supposed. He’d also fixed his hair and redid his piercings, now the only evidence of their rendezvous was the state of Olivine’s clothing and the flush on his cheeks.
Much to Edmonds embarrassment, Olivine stripped to change right in front of him. He wasn’t sure if it would be less respectful to look away or not considering their tryst, he surely didn’t want him to feel undesirable, but at the same time he had been impure towards his holiness far too much this afternoon. He didn’t figure it out by the time Olivine got dressed
Well, ‘dressed’ was a generous way to put it with how little the garments covered his skin. He wasn’t even wearing anything on the back of it! No wonder he was going to wait to change into this until later. Edmond couldn’t help but appreciate his form, as much as it was beneath him. He couldn’t go on like this, it was killing him inside.
“Your Holiness… I need to apologise. In my attempt to assist you with your affliction I ended up… using you. I don’t expect to be forgiven for my transgressions, but- I just-“
Warmth. A hug? Then, lips. On his. Olivine was kissing him, kissing him in a way that completely juxtaposed their energy earlier. Not lustful, not hungry or perverted, but sweet and warm and comforting. His lips felt different from Eiden’s, soofter and fuller. He didn’t kiss as rough as Eiden did either, not that Edmond minded that. He liked them both equally, in their own ways.
“Don’t apologise! If anything I should be thanking you,” Olivine said, still embracing Edmond, “And well, if I may, I would love your assistance with this in the future as well? I mean, if you don’t mind!”
Edmond found he didn’t mind, not at all.