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A cough slips through Olivine’s mouth, hitting his bawled fist as he cautiously makes his way through the halls and towards the kitchen. It wasn’t that he wanted to hide that he was ill—no one was even in the mansion—but rather he didn’t want to make himself any dizzier by walking too fast. Stepping into the kitchen, the ill priest’s eyes are tunnel visioned on the glass of water he’s making, completely unaware of the other guest in the kitchen with him.
“Oh, Father Olivine!” Yakumo clasps his hands together gleefully, causing the priest to jump slightly. The water from his glass spilled onto the floor, and Yakumo was quick to grab a towel and wipe it up.
“Sorry, Yakumo, I didn’t know… you…” The shorter youth’s voice trails off before he can finish his sentence, fatigue taking over his body. Yakumo is quick in standing up and catching the green-haired man from falling over, a worried expression on his face. Steadying him up against the counter, the taller youth’s eyes wander over Olivine, looking for any injuries that would’ve caused the sudden collapse. When he finds nothing, Yakumo leans in, placing his forehead against the other’s, in which Olivine shakes his head and backs up slightly in response. “I don’t want you to catch whatever it is I have.”
Yakumo’s eyes widened at Olivine’s words. “F-Father Olivine, you’re so ill that you’re on the brink of fainting?” He says, rather fretfully, and before he even gives the other man a chance to reply, he carefully lifts up the priest bridal style.
A light pink tint appears on Olivine’s face, but as flustered as he is, he doesn’t say anything because his jelly legs are finally feeling relief from standing. Yakumo makes sure to walk slowly, as if he read Olivine’s thoughts of not wanting to get any more lightheaded, and the green-haired man truly did appreciate the other man’s caring nature. He appreciated it so much that he didn’t notice he instinctively closed his eyes and rested his head against Yakumo’s chest, and if it was noticeable to Yakumo then he didn’t shift his composure in the slightest. The rhythmic rise and fall from the serpent’s breathing soothed the priest, and mentally Olivine prayed that the quiet intimate moment would last forever. After a moment, though, Olivine feels himself being lowered, and as he opens his eyes he finds that they’re in Yakumo’s room. Before the question why? enters his thoughts, he finds himself letting out a soft whimper from the loss of warmth from Yakumo.
“Father Olivine, i-is there something wrong?” Yakumo asks, and the only word the shorter youth can get out is cold. “Cold?” Yakumo echoes, looking around for extra blankets around the room before pausing for a second. “You’re very hot in temperature, though. Maybe a fever.” The black-haired man says the last part quietly, more to himself, before speaking up again. “I’m sorry, but a blanket wouldn’t help.” He states, and for a split second he can see the priest pout before returning to his neutral expression. Yakumo can’t help but smile because even someone like Father Olivine can show such emotion.
“Your clothes may be making you burn up as well.” Yakumo adds, focusing back on helping his ill friend. “I-I’ll make a broth, you work on your clothes.” He hums before heading out of the room.
Olivine can’t help but stare out the door despite Yakumo already leaving. Olivine thought he was alone in the mansion, but now that he has the serpent yokai aiding him, he can’t help but to feel a bit like a burden. However, Yakumo seems set on helping Olivine and that can’t be argued against, so Olivine works on undressing himself despite being cold. If he were in his room he would’ve changed into something more… modest, but because he was placed in Yakumo’s room he’s forced to be in nothing but his boxers. The most he could do was pull up the sheets to cover himself a bit.
As revealing as Olivine was, Yakumo didn’t seemed bothered in the slightest when he returned to the room, a tray in hand. Placing the tray down on the nightstand, he picks up the bowl and wait for Olivine to adjust to a more comfortable sitting position before handing it to him. With his first sip, Olivine lets out a delighted sound, taking a few more sips shortly after, and Yakumo is satisfied. The taller youth now takes a seat on the bed; leg folded across the other in order to face the other man before asking a question. “When did you become ill, Father Olivine?”
Olivine sets the bowl in his lap, hands still cupped around it as he thinks. “Perhaps early morning. I remember…” He takes a small pause, whether it be from catching his breath from fatigue or from genuinely thinking he doesn’t know. “… I remember waking up multiple times during the night because I was uncomfortable. Then I woke up this morning feeling like, well, like how I am now.” The priest can’t help but to chuckle at how much of a mess he is at the moment. “I thought if I came here I’d be out of people’s way as I recover, however, it seems I’ve still managed to be a bother.”
Yakumo frantically waves his hands in front of him. “No, no, no! You haven’t been a bother at all, Father Olivine. If anything I’m glad that I was here to help you. I wouldn’t want someone so dear to me to be suffering.”
Another chuckle escapes from the priest, but this time it was of endearment. Olivine knows no matter how pessimistic he feels, Yakumo would argue against it, he always will.
“Thank you, Yakumo.” Olivine says before lifting up the spoon from his bowl and taking another sip. There’s a moment of silence—a comfortable one—that filled the room. It made Olivine feel fuzzy inside, in which the priest didn’t know if it was coming from the warm broth, the amiable company from Yakumo or the illness settling, but it wasn’t out of discomfort. No, it was a good fuzzy, and for the first time all day Olivine doesn’t feel like he’s on the brink of death.
The moment of silence ends as Yakumo hums to himself, probably from being lost in thought. He then furrows his brows before speaking up. “Do you know what made you ill?”
Olivine shakes his head slowly, trying to recount any situations he had been in that could’ve possibly made him like this. The day before was practically like any other day for Olivine; he started his day at the church, read his new book to the children there, bumped into Eiden later on in the day and…
“I helped Eiden with something yesterday.”
“Something?”
Olivine nods. “It’s what he’s busy with today."
Yakumo seemed slightly alarmed at the other man’s words, as if he hit a realization before him. “Ah, isn’t he busy with a gemstone?”
Olivine nods again, placing the bowl he was holding back on the nightstand as he recalls the day before.. “He said he stumbled across the water elemental gemstone and noticed something off with it. I checked it out with him and there was a small chip in it. When we were there it suddenly started acting up, and I used some essence to keep it tame.” Olivine mumbles the last part, it all starting to make sense to him
“Those gemstones are powerful… a-and draining. Even a small chip can take a lot of essence to keep under control. Do you perhaps think you overworked yourself?”
Once again, Olivine can only nod in response. At the time he did not think much about using his essence, it was the least he could do to help Eiden. Besides, it did not hurt him at the time, never did he think it would cause him to be so disoriented and weak in the near future.
“More the reason for you take it easy.” Yakumo stands, heading out for a moment before returning with a cool, damp towel. He sits back down on the bed, facing the green-haired man and placing the towel on his forehead. “Are you feeling any better?” The serpent asks and does that thing again where his actions are quicker than the other person’s response because he is pressing the back of his right hand against the shorter youth’s forehead. Olivine’s forehead, his cheek, neck, chest, Yakumo’s cold hand caught the priest off guard, but for some reason he did not back away from it.
Yakumo catches a glimpse of Olivine’s gem barely peaking from under the sheets, and the next spot he temperature checks is his stomach. “Your temperature is fluctuating..?” Yakumo whispers, too focused on his own thoughts to notice the other man’s breath hitch. Finally, Olivine moves his hands onto the snake yokai’s hand, causing him to look up and see Olivine’s flushed face. It was only till then that Yakumo picked up on the situation he put Olivine in.
Yakumo tries to move his hand off the green-haired man’s stomach, but Olivine’s hold on him is too strong to do so gently. Why was Olivine holding onto him, the priest had no idea why, but for some reason he felt the need to produce an excuse.
“You’re just checking my temperature.” Olivine says; however he fails to make it not sound like he’s reminding himself of that.
“I should’ve been more wary, especially since you’re so sensitive at the moment.”
“Still-” Olivine immediately stops because if he even tries to argue he will only think about the situation more which will only make him even more embarrassed. Instead, he just lets go of the other man’s hand, but the other man doesn’t move. “With time…”
“I-I don’t mind.” Yakumo says. “It’s the quickest way anyways.” He murmur quietly before shaking his head slightly. “O-Or by yourself, actually by yourself would make the most sense. Sorry.” Yakumo is about to stand, but Olivine reaches his hand out and holds onto Yakumo’s hand hesitantly. He doesn’t know why he grabbed the black-haired man’s hand, he could regulate his essence himself, besides-
“I’m sick…” Olivine thinks aloud, and it only takes a few seconds for him to realize that. Does Yakumo think he is delirious? Hell, he can’t make up his mind on what he wants or what he even truly needs. His brain’s so foggy and he knows he should not be making any decisions, but at this moment he’s genuinely so weak he can’t fight against his own actions. So despite considering the fact that he ill, he continues to hold onto Yakumo.
And Yakumo doesn’t oppose anything, either, his expression only softens. “W-Well, technically it’s from your essence so it’s not like it’s contagious or anything. So if you’re too drained to do it then it should be fine.” He says and Olivine is almost surprised the other man knew what he meant when saying that. Because of course in his possibly delirious state Olivine was not thinking about exhausting himself even more while he is sick but rather what if he passes it onto Yakumo. If anything Olivine wouldn’t mind passing out from sex—it is better than passing out from the illness like he almost did earlier.
“How about we go easy.” Yakumo offers, and once again the Olivine pouts for a split second before going back to his usual composed expression. The taller youth smiles, wondering if the shorter youth only is like this when he’s vulnerable and if he could possibly see this side of him more often, but Yakumo immediately snaps out of his thoughts after that because maybe it’s selfish to imagine his friend like that.
Friend?
Friends don’t do what they are suggesting, do they? Before Yakumo can even entertain that thought, his ears are filled with the sound of small pants coming from the man in front of him. Olivine’s fingers are careful yet shaky as they trail along the edge of his gem, biting his bottom lip as he looks up at Yakumo.
The serpent yokai’s suddenly on autopilot as he lets his right hand travel to Olivine’s gem, and his left hand trails up the other man’s neck to rest against his jaw. Yakumo’s hovering over Olivine now, their noses brushing against one another ever so slightly. They hold eye contact for a moment, almost as if Yakumo’s looking for confirmation to continue, and when Olivine lets out a whimper, he takes it as one. Yakumo leans down, lips crashing into the other mans. Their kiss is sloppy, and the taller man makes sure to keep that same pace as his fingers outline the shorter man’s gem.
What Yakumo isn’t aware of is the fact that his rough clothes are rubbing against Olivine’s nipple piercings, driving the green-haired man more insane. However, on the other hand, Yakumo too was being driven crazy by the other man. Essence, of course, flowed through the room, but there was another aroma filling Yakumo’s nose, and the only possible place it could be coming from was Olivine.
“Is that a perfume?” Yakumo ends up asking against Olivine’s lips.
Olivine opens his mouth to answer, though he can only manage to let out shaky breaths and soft pants. It isn’t until Yakumo pulls away slightly, burying his nose in the crook of Olivine’s neck, that the green-haired man is able to catch his breath. “Perfume?” He echoes.
Yakumo hums. “Mhm, it smells sweet. You smell sweet.”
Olivine’s quiet for a moment, he doesn’t recall ever putting on a fragrance, but then it clicks what the other man is referring to. “That’s just how I smell. The essence makes it stronger…” His voice trails off slightly, feeling oddly vulnerable—that is, if he wasn't already feeling so.
It’s certainly not the first time Yakumo’s been around any of the clan members, but the taller youth has never noticed how prominent the other man’s scent is. Like he said, it was sweet, reminded him of the desserts he makes. Yakumo felt like he could short circuit just thinking about how he would describe the smell; nothing was more fitting that it being a saccharine, milky aroma.
The closer Yakumo leans into Olivine, the more he presses down on the priest’s already hard and sensitive nipples, and he craved more. Without thinking, Olivine finds himself bucking his hips, and despite Yakumo saying they will go easy, he responds immediately by carefully lifting Olivine up onto his lap, having his thighs hug the sides of the black-haired man’s legs. And with Olivine settling himself on Yakumo, the serpent yokai finds himself letting out a groan. The other man pressed down on his crotch, wriggling his ass against him.
“O-Olivine,” Yakumo breathes out, bringing his hands onto Olivine’s thighs and pulling him further down onto his cock. He leans his head forward to rest against the other man, shivering from the overstimulation of Olivine against him as well as Olivine’s aroma.
Olivine tightens his legs against Yakumo, barely grinding himself against him before shuddering. Feeling the taller man’s erection against him, his once quiet whimpers turn into loud, broken moans as he continues to grind against Yakumo; hands reaching up to tease and pinch his own nipples. At the sight of this, Yakumo brings a hand onto the bed next to him, using it to support his weight as he raises his hips and thrusts rhythmically.
Olivine’s eyes widen, He throws his head back as he cries out, Yakumo taking that opportunity to bring his lips against the green-haired man’s neck. He trails his tongue against the hot skin before bringing his hand that was holding his weight into Olivine’s hair, tugging it slightly.
“Harder,” Olivine pants out as he brings his arms around the taller man’s shoulders, leaning close enough to have his bare chest against Yakumo’s clothed body and moving himself up and down against him.
Yakumo thinks for a second, only a second,, about not wanting to hurt Olivine, but the combination of Olivine’s ass slamming down against his dick, their chests rubbing against one another and the sweet smell and taste he is getting from sucking on Olivine’s skin is enough for him to unconsciously pull harder. Keeping the other man’s head tilt back, Yakumo moans against his neck. “Your scents addicting,” he says, voice muffled, “So, so, so addicting.” As Yakumo pulls Olivine down onto him, he thrusts up, each time with a bit more force.
A louder moan slips through Olivine’s lips each time he’s brought down onto Yakumo. At the same time, the serpent’s compliments stick with him. It’s not his first time getting such compliments from someone about his smell, even in this kind of scenario. Though it coming from Yakumo is a whole new experience in itself that flatters Olivine; also the way it’s affecting the taller youth only makes Olivine more aroused. Feeling himself getting closer to hitting his climax, he slows his movements before grinding forward, making sure he presses his cock against Yakumo as he does so.
“Yak- I-I- Ah~” Olivine’s own moan interrupts his words as he reaches his climax. Yakumo loosens his grip on Olivine’s hair, letting his hand fall to his waist. There is a moment of silence as the green-haired man bring his head down, making eye contact with the black-haired man, and something about the look in his eyes, Olivine finds himself speaking without thinking. “You don’t have to hold back.” He doesn’t know why he said that; maybe because he felt a bit guilty for finishing first without warning. Ot maybe, guilt aside, because hearing the other man’s shaky breaths makes Olivine want a round two.
Something change in Yakumo’s expression, his eye’s turn a darker shade, and Olivine is suddenly made aware that the man in front of him is a serpent yokai. The thought turns him on, though, and he leans a bit closer to him. “Are you sure? I am more focused on you at the moment.” Yakumo admits, and something about how he is fine with ending things now for Olivine’s sake only makes the priest more certain with his words.
The ill feeling Olivine was experiencing earlier was completely gone. If anything the dizziness from being sick was now replaced by dizziness from lust. “I’m sure. I feel way better than before.” The priest cracks a small smile before adding, “let this be my thanks to you.”
Usually Yakumo would ask once more just for extra reassurance, but with Olivine still sitting on top of him, he can feel his erection only growing more. Yakumo simply nods before wrapping his arms around Olivine, gently lowering his back onto the bed. He is quick to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side before working on his pants. Once he’s only in his boxers, he lowers himself onto Olivine, placing a soft kiss on his nose and then his lips. It’s not the first time they have kissed, but the sudden gentleness of it catches the shorter youth off guard. If he wasn’t already a sweaty, flushed mess, he would be blushing. Yakumo buries his face into Olivine’s neck again, letting out shaky breaths against the skin before slightly pushing his head against the other man’s, making him turn his head to the side and exposing more of his neck. The serpent yokai press kisses against his neck, earning a slight shiver from the man. Finding a sensitive spot, Yakumo sucks on the spot, letting his tongue glide against the silky skin before leaving a few more hickeys on the other man’s neck. He backs up a bit, looking down and admiring his work before bringing his mouth to Olivine’s ear.
"I’ll try to be gentle,” Yakumo whispers before lifting up off of Olivine, stripping himself from his own boxers before getting to the other man’s boxers. There is a small moment where Olivine can tell Yakumo is hesitant, thinking to himself. He is about to ask if something is wrong but as he opens his mouth, a gasp escapes from him rather than a question. Yakumo’s fingers were tracing up Olivine’s cock, letting the cum and new pre-cum coat his fingers before taking a hold of the priest’s left leg and lifting it onto his shoulder. With his now lubed fingers, he inserts one into Olivine’s ass before sticking a second one in.
“F-Fu- Yakumo!” Olivine did not expect Yakumo’s fingers to be so… long, he’s already hitting his prostate. His dick twitches, leaking more pre-cum, to which Yakumo leans his head down, licking up the cum as he scissors his fingers. Olivine’s a whimpering mess as he brings a hand onto Yakumo’s head, combing his fingers through his hair, and bites down on his bottom lip.
“P-Please,” The green-haired man doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but somehow Yakumo understands him. The taller man parted his lips slightly, taking in a bit more of the other man’s tip before swirling his tongue around it. After a few seconds of familiarizing himself with the length, Yakumo takes the head into his mouth. Surprised by the sudden actions, Olivine gasps, bawling his free hand into a fist before bringing it to his mouth and biting down on it. His breathing only hitches more as the other man’s tongue brushes against the slit as he sucks the head. With the hand already on Yakumo’s head, Olivine ruffles his hair before gently pulling his head down onto him. Getting the hint, Yakumo takes Olivine’s whole cock into his mouth, his long tongue wrapping around the length. Olivine’s grip on the other man’s hair, muffled whimpers escaping from his mouth. “K-Keep- ngh- keep going.” Olivine moans out. He’s never been so overstimulated by only fingers and a mouth, but imagining the taller man’s dick inside of him, the thought alone drives him over the edge.
“W-Wait-!” Olivine cries out, pulling Yakumo off of his dick before climaxing again. Yakumo looks down at the shorter man in front of him, taking a moment to admire him in his half dazed state. Olivine’s a trembling, sweaty, flushed mess. He’s barely able to keep his eyes open, and there’s a bit of drool coming from the corner of his slightly parted lips. Getting this kind of reaction from only prep, how much more of a mess can he make the man in front of him?
The thought alone makes a groan escape from the serpent’s throat. Yakumo pulls his fingers out of Olivine before taking ahold of his right leg and lifting it onto his other shoulder. The taller youth leans his head against Olivine’s thigh, kissing it before taking his own cock in his hand and lining it up against the shorter man’s hole. Olivine’s barely given a chance to catch his breath before Yakumo inserts himself inside of him. The serpent yokai leans forward, letting one of his hands wonder to find Olivine’s hands, taking a hold of both his wrists and pinning them above his head. He then places his other hand on the bed next to Olivine’s head.
His thrusts start off slowly, carefully observing the other boy’s expressions as he does so. Olivine’s back is arched, squirming as much as he can while being restrained. As much as Yakumo would oddly enough want to tease the priest under him, he decides against it; the other man has only just healed from irregular essence. Seeing how much Olivine wants him, it doesn’t take long for Yakumo to quicken his pace. With the increasing momentum, Olivine tenses, arching his back while tightening himself around Yakumo. “Please, you- you’re so good.”
Yakumo looks up at Olivine, eyes widened slightly. “Say that again.”
“You’re so good, please, Yakumo, keep- keep going.” The priest slurs his words, but it’s enough for Yakumo because despite Olivine being so tight around him, he’s able to thrust himself hard into his ass. “Fuck!” The priest exclaims, jolting as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Say it again.” Yakumo grunts in between thrusts, and Olivine barely catches what the taller boy even said because now Yakumo’s leaning even more onto him. His body presses down on Olivine’s stomach, right where he’s filling him, and Olivine can’t help but to squirm and beg.
“You- Ah- You feel so… so good. More, p-please.”
“K-Keep going,” Yakumo moans.
“So… so, so, so fucking good,” Olivine pants, tears blurring his vision, “you in me… so- ngh- fuck- good.” With that Yakumo lets go of Olivine’s wrists and places both his hands on Olivine’s waist instead. With his grip firm on the other man’s waist, Yakumo fucks him harder and rougher. “About to… I’m about to,” Olivine tries to get the words out, and Yakumo understands him. The taller man brings a hand onto Olivine’s dick and presses his thumb against slit on his tip.
“Just- W-Wait for me.” Yakumo pants, “almost there.”
Olivine whimpers, bucking his hips for any friction from the black-haired man’s hand. “P-Ple-ase I want y-you, ah- of… all of you. You’re so… so good to me.”
Yakumo suddenly releases his thumb from Olivine’s tip before bringing that hand onto the green-haired man’s stomach, pressing down on the bulge from Yakumo’s dick. Olivine cums immediately with Yakumo cumming shortly after inside of him. The taller man looks down at the shorter, eyes wandering all over him before stopping at his stomach, covered white. Yakumo pulls himself out of Olivine before leaning down and bringing his tongue onto the other man’s lower stomach. Olivine lets out a sharp breath, watching as Yakumo trails his tongue from his lower stomach to his upper abdomen, right under his breasts. “Fuck, Yakumo.” Olivine breaths out, bringing his hands to cup the serpent’s face. Don’t get the wrong idea, Olivine found it hot that he did that, but if Yakumo were to continue then Olivine would only be turned on again, and if they go through another round he might pass out during it.
Yakumo only smiles as he moves to lay next to Olivine, leaving a small peck on his cheek as he reaches for his shirt to wipe the rest of the cum off of the priest’s stomach. “It’s fine.” Olivine whispers, but Yakumo insists, planting another kiss on the other man’s jaw before sitting up and continuing to wipe him down. Olivine brings his hand up, placing it on Yakumo’s arm. “Yakumo.” His tone is still lowered, raspy, even, and before he can say anything else his hand slides down the taller youth’s arm, eyes shutting shortly after.
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There’s a weight over Olivine’s chest as he wakes up. As he open his eyes, he realizes it’s Yakumo lying next to him with an arm wrapped around him. When Olivine lets out a soft yawn, Yakumo immediately shifts his position, now sitting up. ”You’re awake,” He speaks, and Olivine notices that under his eyes are red. “How do you feel?”
Olivine tilts his head, slightly confused. “I feel fine,” he answers, and Yakumo deflates in relief. “Why might you ask?”
“W-Well, you passed out, you know, and it hit me that you were ill and I…” Yakumo’s voice trails off for a moment, his eyes starting to shine from tears welling in them. “I was afraid that I got too carried away.”
Olivine sits up, noticing the new bed sheets and clothes he is now wearing. He shakes his head, “I’m the one who told you to not hold back, as a thanks, remember? I had an idea of what I was getting myself into.”
“I should have asked for reassurance, though. I was selfish, telling you I would go easy and gentle, but I didn’t even try to do so. It was greedy and selfish of me. I just wanted to help, but I really did get too carried away. I don’t…” Yakumo starts to fidget with his thumbs, looking down as tears roll down his cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us. I have always valued our relationship, but I fear you will see me differently now. I understand if you do, though, there’s no going back on everything that happened.”
Olivine’s taken aback by Yakumo’s sudden confession. Sure, he saw a new side of the serpent, but he too showed a new side of himself as well. They were both in the same position, there is no way Olivine would suddenly turn on him. Olivine brings his hands up to Yakumo’s face, gently placing them against his jaw. He wipes the taller youth’s tears with his thumb, “Nothing’s ruined between us, Yakumo. I value our relationship, too, and this only made us closer, no? Honestly, I initially felt the same as well, thinking I was being selfish. And… and not even trying to be gentle, it was… hot, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” Yakumo’s eyes widen, glistening even, and Olivine can feel his own face heating up. “Anyway,” he clears his throat, “With all your tender kisses, it wasn’t like you didn’t try, so don’t think so poorly of yourself. It was good and it helped, so thank you, truly.”
Yakumo leans into Olivine’s touch, a huge wave of relief washing over him. “I’m glad I could be of help.” The serpent says before gently placing a hand on the priest’s back and carefully laying him down onto the bed. Olivine watches as Yakumo lays himself next to him before burying his head into the taller youth’s chest. He hums as he feels Yakumo rest his chin against the top of his head, and while lying in his arms, Olivine knows he can sleep peacefully.