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[Continued from here.]
You seem chivalrous enough. Or perhaps I'm just weak to a pretty face.
[Wriothesley, of course, plays along and also looks over his shoulder and into the room. There's nothing much in there, honestly. Some clothes he picked out are hung on hooks and there's a few piles of clothes that were in there before he entered. Most of it seems to be lingerie or something equally risqué.]
In their defense, I think they would assume people would be using the hole and wouldn't need the table. [He chuckles because instead of using it for what it was for, he just grabbed a lollipop and kissed Sylvain's hand instead.
He pushes the lollipop in his cheek into the other one as he cocks his head to the side.] I'm a big fan of doors and walls, actually.
You seem chivalrous enough. Or perhaps I'm just weak to a pretty face.
[Wriothesley, of course, plays along and also looks over his shoulder and into the room. There's nothing much in there, honestly. Some clothes he picked out are hung on hooks and there's a few piles of clothes that were in there before he entered. Most of it seems to be lingerie or something equally risqué.]
In their defense, I think they would assume people would be using the hole and wouldn't need the table. [He chuckles because instead of using it for what it was for, he just grabbed a lollipop and kissed Sylvain's hand instead.
He pushes the lollipop in his cheek into the other one as he cocks his head to the side.] I'm a big fan of doors and walls, actually.
Aww, he thinks I’m pretty.
[ He bats his lashes in a playful manner, amusement warm in amber eyes. But the teasing comment - complete with that lolipop still - gets a chuckle from him and moment later he’s taking a step into Wriothesley‘s personal space. So he can either let himself be crowded into the dressing room, or step back to make room. Sylvain’s ready to adapt either way. ]
Is that so?
[ He bats his lashes in a playful manner, amusement warm in amber eyes. But the teasing comment - complete with that lolipop still - gets a chuckle from him and moment later he’s taking a step into Wriothesley‘s personal space. So he can either let himself be crowded into the dressing room, or step back to make room. Sylvain’s ready to adapt either way. ]
Is that so?
[Continued from here.]
[There's no hesitation from the boxer to deepen the kiss as soon as their lips meet. Tasting that hot, wet mouth and stealing Lorenz' breath as though it were the very air he needed to live.
He nips at Lorenz' bottom lip and has a rather devious smile.] Stop? Archons, no. I'm shameless as shameless can come. I hope you feel like you can say and do anything as you please if anything. [He wants the other to lose whatever inhibitions they might have. To just let go and chase their pleasure. He wants them to enjoy him the same way he wants to enjoy them.
Wriothesley moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips. He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck while his other hand wraps around those slender fingers to stroke the both of them together. Lorenz' fingers are slender and smoother in comparison to his scarred and roughened hands.]
Only your waking thoughts? Well, I need to work a little harder so you'll see me in your dreams too.
[There's no hesitation from the boxer to deepen the kiss as soon as their lips meet. Tasting that hot, wet mouth and stealing Lorenz' breath as though it were the very air he needed to live.
He nips at Lorenz' bottom lip and has a rather devious smile.] Stop? Archons, no. I'm shameless as shameless can come. I hope you feel like you can say and do anything as you please if anything. [He wants the other to lose whatever inhibitions they might have. To just let go and chase their pleasure. He wants them to enjoy him the same way he wants to enjoy them.
Wriothesley moans into the kiss as he rocks his hips. He keeps one arm around Lorenz' neck while his other hand wraps around those slender fingers to stroke the both of them together. Lorenz' fingers are slender and smoother in comparison to his scarred and roughened hands.]
Only your waking thoughts? Well, I need to work a little harder so you'll see me in your dreams too.
[Kissing Wriothesley like this is dizzying, in the best possible way— Lorenz chases his lips for another deep kiss in between words, breath hot and unsteady against the other man's skin. There's that little moment of reassurance again, encouraging him to do whatever he likes, and he's doing that already, he thinks— well, mostly, but he likes the sound of it anyway.]
I've no doubt in your skills, [he says with a smirk, kissing the corner of Wriothesley's mouth affectionately. Oh, he'll dream about this, alright... Pressed close like this, Wriothesley's hand on his, all hot skin and firm pressure and Wriothesley himself, too - they've only just met, but Lorenz means it about how charmed he is. If Wriothesley wants shameless, he'll just keep talking, low and breathless--]
Were it only possible to kiss every inch of you at once. A single evening is sorely lacking in the hours needed to unravel you completely.
[Maybe a couple evenings-- Lorenz strokes along Wriothesley's cheekbone with his thumb, down to his lips, kissing him again before pressing two fingers against his lower lip. He's not going to just shove his fingers into Wriothesley's mouth, but ahem, please...]
Will you think of me, later...?
I've no doubt in your skills, [he says with a smirk, kissing the corner of Wriothesley's mouth affectionately. Oh, he'll dream about this, alright... Pressed close like this, Wriothesley's hand on his, all hot skin and firm pressure and Wriothesley himself, too - they've only just met, but Lorenz means it about how charmed he is. If Wriothesley wants shameless, he'll just keep talking, low and breathless--]
Were it only possible to kiss every inch of you at once. A single evening is sorely lacking in the hours needed to unravel you completely.
[Maybe a couple evenings-- Lorenz strokes along Wriothesley's cheekbone with his thumb, down to his lips, kissing him again before pressing two fingers against his lower lip. He's not going to just shove his fingers into Wriothesley's mouth, but ahem, please...]
Will you think of me, later...?
[Continued from here.]
You don't think I am? I try and stay out of the limelight and all. Is that not shy?
[These are two very different things, but Wriothesley does know how to spin it in a way that would make it seem like they aren't. To people unfamiliar with him, they might actually fall for it.
He smirks a little.] Oh? Mademoiselle. Those are rather charged words you're saying. I thought we were merely talking about meals. [He says it as though he doesn't know better. As though the use of meal isn't vague that it could imply more than the food before them.] Should we, perhaps, finish our meal here and take our conversation somewhere else?
[It's said almost innocently. Almost.]
You don't think I am? I try and stay out of the limelight and all. Is that not shy?
[These are two very different things, but Wriothesley does know how to spin it in a way that would make it seem like they aren't. To people unfamiliar with him, they might actually fall for it.
He smirks a little.] Oh? Mademoiselle. Those are rather charged words you're saying. I thought we were merely talking about meals. [He says it as though he doesn't know better. As though the use of meal isn't vague that it could imply more than the food before them.] Should we, perhaps, finish our meal here and take our conversation somewhere else?
[It's said almost innocently. Almost.]
You'd prefer people to think that way, wouldn't you.
[ it's not a question, if only because she thinks she knows him enough by now to be able to tell the difference; just like she knows that neither of them are really fooling each other right now.
but that's part of the game they often play, their usual song and dance that they know the steps to. this is not entirely the same, but it all feels almost too easy in the way they meet each other in their current circumstance. maybe it's the fact that they've worked well together in the past, or perhaps it's mutual respect—either way, she isn't complaining. ]
Yes. I think I'm finished. [ she's quite certain that they've both lost interest in the food, preoccupied with something else entirely. she glances to the front of the bar where it's currently empty, the proprietress nowhere to be found. ] What about you?
[ it's not a question, if only because she thinks she knows him enough by now to be able to tell the difference; just like she knows that neither of them are really fooling each other right now.
but that's part of the game they often play, their usual song and dance that they know the steps to. this is not entirely the same, but it all feels almost too easy in the way they meet each other in their current circumstance. maybe it's the fact that they've worked well together in the past, or perhaps it's mutual respect—either way, she isn't complaining. ]
Yes. I think I'm finished. [ she's quite certain that they've both lost interest in the food, preoccupied with something else entirely. she glances to the front of the bar where it's currently empty, the proprietress nowhere to be found. ] What about you?
[Continued from here.]
[He instinctively lifts his arm and sniffs at it, but he doesn't smell anything relating to what the other had described. If only he knew that it was because of the shampoo.
He would almost think the other was pulling his leg, but that was much too descriptive. It also...had a lot of validity. Brass like the fortress. Tea like his favored drink. Ice from his affinity to Cryo. Why the other could smell such things, he didn't understand though.]
Huh. [It's all he can really reply with, honestly.] Well, has your curiosity been sated then, monsieur?
[He instinctively lifts his arm and sniffs at it, but he doesn't smell anything relating to what the other had described. If only he knew that it was because of the shampoo.
He would almost think the other was pulling his leg, but that was much too descriptive. It also...had a lot of validity. Brass like the fortress. Tea like his favored drink. Ice from his affinity to Cryo. Why the other could smell such things, he didn't understand though.]
Huh. [It's all he can really reply with, honestly.] Well, has your curiosity been sated then, monsieur?
[they can't help but laugh. it's... a fair question, under any normal circumstance. he's not obscured by the lights or anything, and Nimah is dutifully keeping their head turned in roughly his direction (it's only polite).]
Well, no. [and before Wriothesley has to ask further, they just offer a lopsided grin.] I can't see anything, after all.
Well, no. [and before Wriothesley has to ask further, they just offer a lopsided grin.] I can't see anything, after all.
[Continued from here.]
[Wriothesley seems to be completely taken by the watch. He isn't a scholarly type by any means, but his penchant for tinkering has him at least enamored by the new item. He can ignore the whole being abducted to some resort to get lost in a hedonistic life of debauchery because these watches are rather impressive to him.
Scott mentioning he hasn't heard of Fontaine does pull his attention way from the watches.]
No? Teyvat doesn't ring a bell at all? [That made this...much more interesting. It isn't as though the news of there being different worlds was new to him. With Teyvat's history and the existence of the Traveler, he knew there to be other worlds. It's still very different to be talking to someone that seems that far removed from his world.
It also really solidifies that wherever here was, it wasn't Teyvat.]
Well, everything is pointing in that direction. You don't want to get abducted and play a game where you have sex with at least 52 people? [Wriothesley is...probably more okay about this supposed game they'd be playing more than he should.]
[Wriothesley seems to be completely taken by the watch. He isn't a scholarly type by any means, but his penchant for tinkering has him at least enamored by the new item. He can ignore the whole being abducted to some resort to get lost in a hedonistic life of debauchery because these watches are rather impressive to him.
Scott mentioning he hasn't heard of Fontaine does pull his attention way from the watches.]
No? Teyvat doesn't ring a bell at all? [That made this...much more interesting. It isn't as though the news of there being different worlds was new to him. With Teyvat's history and the existence of the Traveler, he knew there to be other worlds. It's still very different to be talking to someone that seems that far removed from his world.
It also really solidifies that wherever here was, it wasn't Teyvat.]
Well, everything is pointing in that direction. You don't want to get abducted and play a game where you have sex with at least 52 people? [Wriothesley is...probably more okay about this supposed game they'd be playing more than he should.]
Not at all. I'm assuming places like the United States or even North America are unfamiliar to you?
[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.
He has high standards, obviously.
But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]
Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?
[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.
He has high standards, obviously.
But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]
Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?
[Continued from here.]
It can't be helped. The skin there is sensitive. [He tries to keep his voice even. He's trying very hard to excuse it as just that and not because it's a huge turn on for him. It isn't a lie. He's just omitting very crucial information.
It's too bad that this is Neuvillette and hiding things from Neuvillette is near impossible. Damn if he's gonna try to though.
Wriothesley feels his knees buckle. He doesn't know if its from the sensation of nails dragged across his skin or the sting of the bite that has him making an embarrassing keen. It's probably both.] Hey...aren't you supposed to be completely new to all of this? [Isn't Neuvillette supposed to be bad at this??? Why is he getting swept off his feet?
A hand grips Neuvillette's hair firmly and he yanks a bit.] Neuvillette, if you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back. [He might as well be honest.]
It can't be helped. The skin there is sensitive. [He tries to keep his voice even. He's trying very hard to excuse it as just that and not because it's a huge turn on for him. It isn't a lie. He's just omitting very crucial information.
It's too bad that this is Neuvillette and hiding things from Neuvillette is near impossible. Damn if he's gonna try to though.
Wriothesley feels his knees buckle. He doesn't know if its from the sensation of nails dragged across his skin or the sting of the bite that has him making an embarrassing keen. It's probably both.] Hey...aren't you supposed to be completely new to all of this? [Isn't Neuvillette supposed to be bad at this??? Why is he getting swept off his feet?
A hand grips Neuvillette's hair firmly and he yanks a bit.] Neuvillette, if you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back. [He might as well be honest.]
[Neuvillette's pale pupils are betraying him, going wide at the noise he draws from Wriothesley, finding it absolutely fascinating that the man enjoys the feeling of his teeth on his skin. Before this experience, he would have assumed the feeling would be unwanted and uncomfortable for a human.]
I see... [He doesn't quite chuckle but he does make a soft, hum of a noise at Wriothesley's statement.] You're quite responsive. It makes deciding what to do much easier but I must admit, I am simply doing what feels appropriate.
[He inhales sharply at the tug to his hair, lips parted and throat exposed. He still doesn't understand how or why that should feel good but it excites him, he likes it.] Oh? And what would occur then? If you stopped holding back? [Is he goading him, inviting him to let go of his seld-control? ... Perhaps, he his.]
I see... [He doesn't quite chuckle but he does make a soft, hum of a noise at Wriothesley's statement.] You're quite responsive. It makes deciding what to do much easier but I must admit, I am simply doing what feels appropriate.
[He inhales sharply at the tug to his hair, lips parted and throat exposed. He still doesn't understand how or why that should feel good but it excites him, he likes it.] Oh? And what would occur then? If you stopped holding back? [Is he goading him, inviting him to let go of his seld-control? ... Perhaps, he his.]
[Continued from here.]
[Wriothesley lets him. He looks at the other and bats his eyelashes playfully. Baizhu has no reason to worry about Wriothesley's comfort levels. He was, honestly, very easy. There wasn't a lot of things he won't do and a lot of his pleasure was derived from pleasing others.]
That would be news to me, monsieur. I find that I am not someone who was spoiled much. Perhaps you'll be the first.
[It's hard to say if the boxer was referring sexually or his whole life. Neither were wrong answers given his upbringing.] Are you always this sweet to your pets? They must be very lucky.
[Wriothesley lets him. He looks at the other and bats his eyelashes playfully. Baizhu has no reason to worry about Wriothesley's comfort levels. He was, honestly, very easy. There wasn't a lot of things he won't do and a lot of his pleasure was derived from pleasing others.]
That would be news to me, monsieur. I find that I am not someone who was spoiled much. Perhaps you'll be the first.
[It's hard to say if the boxer was referring sexually or his whole life. Neither were wrong answers given his upbringing.] Are you always this sweet to your pets? They must be very lucky.
[ That gets a soft laugh out of him. ]
I’m sure my little “pet” would believe otherwise.
[ By Rex Lapis’ juicy tits, don’t make him think of Changsheng in here of all places… ]
But for the moment, you may call me “Baizhu.”
[ Wriothesley may or may not recognize the name, but the inert Vision dangling from his hip at least marks him as a man of Teyvat. ]
I’m sure my little “pet” would believe otherwise.
[ By Rex Lapis’ juicy tits, don’t make him think of Changsheng in here of all places… ]
But for the moment, you may call me “Baizhu.”
[ Wriothesley may or may not recognize the name, but the inert Vision dangling from his hip at least marks him as a man of Teyvat. ]
[Continued from here.]
Well, I can't fault you for being honest.
[He grazes teeth against Jan's throat. He doesn't bite down though. He was merely teasing the other. Riling them up just a bit more. The sent was somewhat addicting, but at least he was aware of what was happening. Maybe this isn't exactly on their own terms, but it would be a lie if he wasn't at least willing.]
Wriothesley. [He shoves his thigh between Jan's legs.] Excited to make your acquaintance with me are you?
Well, I can't fault you for being honest.
[He grazes teeth against Jan's throat. He doesn't bite down though. He was merely teasing the other. Riling them up just a bit more. The sent was somewhat addicting, but at least he was aware of what was happening. Maybe this isn't exactly on their own terms, but it would be a lie if he wasn't at least willing.]
Wriothesley. [He shoves his thigh between Jan's legs.] Excited to make your acquaintance with me are you?
[ when he's of more sound mind, he's giving this man a nickname because what the fuck kind of name-- ]
Ahn!
[ the tone of jan's voice goes up a bit, the sound echoing off the walls, as wriothesley gets his thigh up against him. jan reaches out to plant his hands against the other man's chest, hips canting upward so he can lightly rub himself up against that thigh. he's going from half-hard to hard at a rather rapid pace and he's not even embarrassed about it. ]
Oh, definitely. Very excited.
[ one hand shifts, dancing across wriothesley's chest, nails scraping against his skin as he idly searches for any spots that might ilicit a reaction. ]
Ahn!
[ the tone of jan's voice goes up a bit, the sound echoing off the walls, as wriothesley gets his thigh up against him. jan reaches out to plant his hands against the other man's chest, hips canting upward so he can lightly rub himself up against that thigh. he's going from half-hard to hard at a rather rapid pace and he's not even embarrassed about it. ]
Oh, definitely. Very excited.
[ one hand shifts, dancing across wriothesley's chest, nails scraping against his skin as he idly searches for any spots that might ilicit a reaction. ]
[Continued from here.]
[He finds it incredibly ironic that Broca got stuck as pet and hates being talked down. It's a little funny, but he keeps that to himself. Wriothesley doesn't want to tease the other too much. Even if their attitude really makes him want to do so.]
Alright, no talking down. I would never think of it.
[Once the other was close enough, he reaches out until a hand can firmly grasp the other and tug them down until their noses were almost touching. He can feel warm breath against his face and he merely offers a playful smile.]
Well, I don't need to talk, but I won't lie that I'm not very quiet. [He had no reason to be quiet before, except the few times he might have done things in a public space. That's neither here nor there.] How about a kiss? I'd like one right now.
[He keeps it casual. Almost like this was a game of back and forth.]
[He finds it incredibly ironic that Broca got stuck as pet and hates being talked down. It's a little funny, but he keeps that to himself. Wriothesley doesn't want to tease the other too much. Even if their attitude really makes him want to do so.]
Alright, no talking down. I would never think of it.
[Once the other was close enough, he reaches out until a hand can firmly grasp the other and tug them down until their noses were almost touching. He can feel warm breath against his face and he merely offers a playful smile.]
Well, I don't need to talk, but I won't lie that I'm not very quiet. [He had no reason to be quiet before, except the few times he might have done things in a public space. That's neither here nor there.] How about a kiss? I'd like one right now.
[He keeps it casual. Almost like this was a game of back and forth.]
[ That makes two of them, but the position might be more fitting for Broca than even the furry features suggest. He's spent a good portion of his life ironically working as a human guard dog, though it was after that particular employment turned sour that he began learning to bite more freely.
Mostly metaphorically, but they've been through that already.
He'll save that for later though, because while suddenly being tugged down does take him by surprise, it doesn't bother him per se. His ears are up and alert and his eyes are wider for a moment, though both relax back into something more neutral as Broca snorts out something almost like a laugh at that request.
That? He can do.
Without another word on his part, he reaches up to grab onto Wriothesley's jaw. It's gentle by his standards, but his fingers still press tightly into the other man's skin as he holds him still and bridges the small gap of space still left between him to press their lips together as he bears down on top of him, pushing him down at the same time. ]
Mostly metaphorically, but they've been through that already.
He'll save that for later though, because while suddenly being tugged down does take him by surprise, it doesn't bother him per se. His ears are up and alert and his eyes are wider for a moment, though both relax back into something more neutral as Broca snorts out something almost like a laugh at that request.
That? He can do.
Without another word on his part, he reaches up to grab onto Wriothesley's jaw. It's gentle by his standards, but his fingers still press tightly into the other man's skin as he holds him still and bridges the small gap of space still left between him to press their lips together as he bears down on top of him, pushing him down at the same time. ]
[Continued from here.]
[He lets out a choked out groan as she squeezes, but it isn't tight enough for it to actually hurt. Just enough that it reminds him how damn hard he is and how much he wants relief. Things are, admittedly, moving a little slow. He isn't going to complain, but he was starting to really feel it.]
It would be a shame to not reward you when you're trying to please me so well. [His voice drops an octave. A low, hoarse whisper.] Consider it a mutual transaction. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
[Except this isn't scratching backs but them giving each other oral.
Aerith can probably hear the smirk in his voice.] Talking isn't the only thing this mouth is good for, after all.
[He lets out a choked out groan as she squeezes, but it isn't tight enough for it to actually hurt. Just enough that it reminds him how damn hard he is and how much he wants relief. Things are, admittedly, moving a little slow. He isn't going to complain, but he was starting to really feel it.]
It would be a shame to not reward you when you're trying to please me so well. [His voice drops an octave. A low, hoarse whisper.] Consider it a mutual transaction. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
[Except this isn't scratching backs but them giving each other oral.
Aerith can probably hear the smirk in his voice.] Talking isn't the only thing this mouth is good for, after all.
I feel like you're teasing me when you say it like that!
[Pots and kettles, she'd been teasing him this whole time but she had to hide the way his voice had dropped had sent a thrill through her. Honestly, having the wall between them was a blessing and a curse, it made it more exciting, but she found herself itching to touch more of him.
Oh but he was good, the tingling sensation across her scalp and fingers at his unsubtle wordplay left her chuckling, and maybe a little breathless.]
Then I'd better do a good job then, hadn't I?
[Grip a little harder, but not too tight, Aerith pressed a kiss to the tip of his member before sliding him back into her mouth. More confident now, she relaxed, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, until she managed to touch her lips to the back of her hand wrapped around his cock, the little hum she made was obvious that she was pleased with herself as she pulled back and then took him a little deeper. He was still intimidating, too big to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was definitely figuring out a proper rhythm in matching her strokes and how she sucked him.]
[Pots and kettles, she'd been teasing him this whole time but she had to hide the way his voice had dropped had sent a thrill through her. Honestly, having the wall between them was a blessing and a curse, it made it more exciting, but she found herself itching to touch more of him.
Oh but he was good, the tingling sensation across her scalp and fingers at his unsubtle wordplay left her chuckling, and maybe a little breathless.]
Then I'd better do a good job then, hadn't I?
[Grip a little harder, but not too tight, Aerith pressed a kiss to the tip of his member before sliding him back into her mouth. More confident now, she relaxed, taking him deeper with each bob of her head, until she managed to touch her lips to the back of her hand wrapped around his cock, the little hum she made was obvious that she was pleased with herself as she pulled back and then took him a little deeper. He was still intimidating, too big to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was definitely figuring out a proper rhythm in matching her strokes and how she sucked him.]
oof sorry this took so long, last week came for my life
fallen_cetra
- 2024-01-09 21:07 (UTC) - ExpandJust take care of yourself! I am failing at managing my game tags and non game tags like a PLEB
armwriostle
- 2024-01-19 09:32 (UTC) - Expand[Continued from here.]
I'd like to believe that is true. [Yet, experiences say otherwise. He has seen a lot of things in his years. He has seen people lose themselves while in the Fortress when he was an inmate. When things weren't regulated, people slowly lost themselves. It was like watching people drowning. They might have been alive in the literal meaning of the word, but he cannot say the person was not washed away.
Well, that's a little depressing of a subject, so he moves on it quickly.
Wriothesley barks out a bit of a laugh.] I think that the two are much more similar than we care to admit. I think I rather deal with a slew of inmates than a slew of teenage disciples though. I think you have the harder job than I, monsieur. [He certainly does not envy them.]
Well, I wouldn't go out of my way to say I trust everything here. [Wriothesley just has a lot of hang ups on trust in the first place.] I do understand that we are at a disadvantage though and that not playing the game will probably not work in our favor. I can only imagine that we would be penalized for trying to refuse.
[He is willing to adapt, but keep an eye open so to speak.]
I'd like to believe that is true. [Yet, experiences say otherwise. He has seen a lot of things in his years. He has seen people lose themselves while in the Fortress when he was an inmate. When things weren't regulated, people slowly lost themselves. It was like watching people drowning. They might have been alive in the literal meaning of the word, but he cannot say the person was not washed away.
Well, that's a little depressing of a subject, so he moves on it quickly.
Wriothesley barks out a bit of a laugh.] I think that the two are much more similar than we care to admit. I think I rather deal with a slew of inmates than a slew of teenage disciples though. I think you have the harder job than I, monsieur. [He certainly does not envy them.]
Well, I wouldn't go out of my way to say I trust everything here. [Wriothesley just has a lot of hang ups on trust in the first place.] I do understand that we are at a disadvantage though and that not playing the game will probably not work in our favor. I can only imagine that we would be penalized for trying to refuse.
[He is willing to adapt, but keep an eye open so to speak.]
[Shang Qinghua snorts, trying for just a moment to imagine how things might be easier with a bunch of prisoners instead of disciples, and he shakes his head.] Ah, teaching is supposed to feel like a more rewarding job, but my disciples sure do act like they're prisoners sometimes.
[For some reason, he feels like he wants wine. This feels like a drinking kind of day. Unfortunately, he's too paranoid to drink, so more tea it is.]
Mmm, you are right about that, we are at a disadvantage. [He hums, considering.] Winning Game 52 seems like such a daunting task, though.
[For some reason, he feels like he wants wine. This feels like a drinking kind of day. Unfortunately, he's too paranoid to drink, so more tea it is.]
Mmm, you are right about that, we are at a disadvantage. [He hums, considering.] Winning Game 52 seems like such a daunting task, though.
[Continued from here.]
I know a few people who could learn to make time for themselves. I'm well acquainted with those that only know how to work. [Looking at you, Neuvillette. Take a vacation already!!! That being said-] If you know what it looks like then why do you not take time for yourself? You cannot claim you are of not similar circumstances after everything you've told me. I simply will not believe you.
[A shake of his head and a bit of a chuckle.] Aren't we relaxing right now?
I know a few people who could learn to make time for themselves. I'm well acquainted with those that only know how to work. [Looking at you, Neuvillette. Take a vacation already!!! That being said-] If you know what it looks like then why do you not take time for yourself? You cannot claim you are of not similar circumstances after everything you've told me. I simply will not believe you.
[A shake of his head and a bit of a chuckle.] Aren't we relaxing right now?
I'd love to take more time for myself! But it's just the nature of my job. I mean, I'm the only one in my platoon within the Knights. The Outriders used to be a whole group of people, but it's just me on my own. That's a lot of responsibility for one girl to handle, let me tell you! So taking time off is out of the question.
[ Circumstances would be different if she asked for help, but ... Amber is unfortunately one of these oblivious hard workers who can't see the extent of their own problem. ]
Oh! I suppose we could be relaxing right now! Wow, I really have a thing or two to learn about relaxing, huh? [ She giggles. ] Talking to you has made me feel pretty great so I think you might be onto something here! I guess I'm such a proactive person that I thought you had to do be doing something in order to relax! [ At least she's kind of self aware...! ]
[ Circumstances would be different if she asked for help, but ... Amber is unfortunately one of these oblivious hard workers who can't see the extent of their own problem. ]
Oh! I suppose we could be relaxing right now! Wow, I really have a thing or two to learn about relaxing, huh? [ She giggles. ] Talking to you has made me feel pretty great so I think you might be onto something here! I guess I'm such a proactive person that I thought you had to do be doing something in order to relax! [ At least she's kind of self aware...! ]
[Continued from here.]
[He smiles easily as he gives the other a nice once over. After all, he doesn't have tentacles to help him get an idea of what they looked like. Only a voice and their mannerisms.
The man was surely attractive.]
You do know how to flatter don't you, monsieur. Unfortunately, I find that the clothes here a little lackluster to what I'm usual.
[He smiles easily as he gives the other a nice once over. After all, he doesn't have tentacles to help him get an idea of what they looked like. Only a voice and their mannerisms.
The man was surely attractive.]
You do know how to flatter don't you, monsieur. Unfortunately, I find that the clothes here a little lackluster to what I'm usual.
[ Kleken is all charming smiles in return as he stands a short distance away, clearly unfazed by the look-over he receives in return as his tentacles curl in contentment over his limbs and the air. It's only polite to allow it after the feel-over he'd given the other man just earlier. ]
Oh, only when I have a good reason to try.
[ And a very good one is standing in front of him right now. He's finding the other man quite fun, to be honest, and it's been some time since he's been able to have such a relaxed flirtation like this. ]
Hmm, a shame I don't get to see such a sight then.
Oh, only when I have a good reason to try.
[ And a very good one is standing in front of him right now. He's finding the other man quite fun, to be honest, and it's been some time since he's been able to have such a relaxed flirtation like this. ]
Hmm, a shame I don't get to see such a sight then.
[Continued from here.]
[Wriothesley seems more than happy to deepen the kiss. He parts his lips for the other and entwines their tongues. He isn't an unwilling participant by any means. His gaze is half-lidded, cold steel blue eyes framed with dark, black lashes.
A tilt of his head when they break the kiss and the other speaks.]
Hm? I don't find a kiss to be something I would be unwilling to give.
[Handsy aren't you? He doesn't move away though. Instead he lets out a laugh.] Is that what it seems?
[Wriothesley seems more than happy to deepen the kiss. He parts his lips for the other and entwines their tongues. He isn't an unwilling participant by any means. His gaze is half-lidded, cold steel blue eyes framed with dark, black lashes.
A tilt of his head when they break the kiss and the other speaks.]
Hm? I don't find a kiss to be something I would be unwilling to give.
[Handsy aren't you? He doesn't move away though. Instead he lets out a laugh.] Is that what it seems?
[ Even a kiss is a great concession for some. Seimei had thought he might have to work harder to convince this man to trade favors with him, especially since he was attractive. People who had a natural advantage of good looks often knew exactly how to use them as leverage to gain a little extra influence, and Seimei thought that Wriothesley would take more advantage of that.
But here he is, perfectly charming and generous with his affection. It only makes him more attractive. ]
You meet a stranger and allow them to take something sweet right away. Even for a trade, that’s quite the offering. What could be kinder than that?
[ His grin into the kiss is playful as Seimei slides his hands down Wriothesley’s exposed skin, purposely catching his fingertips on the jut of his hip as he skims too low. ]
Since you are so kind, will you allow me to indulge a little more?
But here he is, perfectly charming and generous with his affection. It only makes him more attractive. ]
You meet a stranger and allow them to take something sweet right away. Even for a trade, that’s quite the offering. What could be kinder than that?
[ His grin into the kiss is playful as Seimei slides his hands down Wriothesley’s exposed skin, purposely catching his fingertips on the jut of his hip as he skims too low. ]
Since you are so kind, will you allow me to indulge a little more?
[Continued from here.]
[You have your own??? Why would you take his?!!
Let him live, okay. Man lived most of his life without a caring touch and he's absolutely living for these moments. Sex is great, but you ever just get the best scratches behind your ears?
Oh, but what she says really drops straight into the pit of his stomach and when he opens his eyes, they have definitely dilated along with a slight shudder. Obviously, he is far from opposed to the prospect. It wouldn't be the first time he got on his knees for someone nor would it be last.] 'm not that tall, but you can always find out yourself. [A lot of the guys are about her height, so she has her work cut out for her. But at the very least, this guy seems far from bothered at the idea of being brought to his knees.
Besides, isn't she doing that right now? She's really trying to kill him, it feels. Those hands in his hair and the way her fingers press against the back of his neck in such a wondrous way that he can't help but let his eyes slide shut again. His shoulders droop and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he sighs contently.
Forget the painting, he feels like he's being spoiled rotten right now.] You really out here pampering me and I think I rudely not even offered a name. Wriothesley...
[You have your own??? Why would you take his?!!
Let him live, okay. Man lived most of his life without a caring touch and he's absolutely living for these moments. Sex is great, but you ever just get the best scratches behind your ears?
Oh, but what she says really drops straight into the pit of his stomach and when he opens his eyes, they have definitely dilated along with a slight shudder. Obviously, he is far from opposed to the prospect. It wouldn't be the first time he got on his knees for someone nor would it be last.] 'm not that tall, but you can always find out yourself. [A lot of the guys are about her height, so she has her work cut out for her. But at the very least, this guy seems far from bothered at the idea of being brought to his knees.
Besides, isn't she doing that right now? She's really trying to kill him, it feels. Those hands in his hair and the way her fingers press against the back of his neck in such a wondrous way that he can't help but let his eyes slide shut again. His shoulders droop and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he sighs contently.
Forget the painting, he feels like he's being spoiled rotten right now.] You really out here pampering me and I think I rudely not even offered a name. Wriothesley...
[ Aw, come on, Wrio, now you're just making this easy.
She can see it in his eyes, after all. The way those words have struck a cord, and maybe if he's going to be that good about things, she can be a little more generous than she was otherwise considering. He's not her usual type, but... those eyes, that hair, the surprising gentleness that he moves with, it's all winning him points. Plus, he's built fantastically, and while she usually likes some wider hips and softer hands, she can appreciate the hard work that he's put in.
Decisions, decisions. She'll have to see how she feels in the next ten minutes or so. ]
Yeah, I bet I can. Seems like you'd like it that way.
[ She's teasing, but not meanly, and with Vi there is absolutely a noticeable difference. And she's keeping her hands working, massaging the base of his neck and digging in her fingers nicely. Her nails are kept short, manageable, but she still rakes them slowly over his skin to help those pleasant little shivers down his spine. She'd say he's earned that by now.
Has earned, in fact, her hand coming around to tilt his head back a little as she leans closer. There's a warmth in her eyes, and maybe a little bit of hunger, but she's really just doing this to get out of the elevator. Really. ] Yeah, I'm not gonna remember that. [ Just being honest. You're probably "pretty boy" for life, Wriothesley, unless she gets more creative. ] Just call me Vi. And don't read too much into this.
[ Into what? Why, her leaning in to kiss him, of course, slow and warm as she works her lips against his. ]
She can see it in his eyes, after all. The way those words have struck a cord, and maybe if he's going to be that good about things, she can be a little more generous than she was otherwise considering. He's not her usual type, but... those eyes, that hair, the surprising gentleness that he moves with, it's all winning him points. Plus, he's built fantastically, and while she usually likes some wider hips and softer hands, she can appreciate the hard work that he's put in.
Decisions, decisions. She'll have to see how she feels in the next ten minutes or so. ]
Yeah, I bet I can. Seems like you'd like it that way.
[ She's teasing, but not meanly, and with Vi there is absolutely a noticeable difference. And she's keeping her hands working, massaging the base of his neck and digging in her fingers nicely. Her nails are kept short, manageable, but she still rakes them slowly over his skin to help those pleasant little shivers down his spine. She'd say he's earned that by now.
Has earned, in fact, her hand coming around to tilt his head back a little as she leans closer. There's a warmth in her eyes, and maybe a little bit of hunger, but she's really just doing this to get out of the elevator. Really. ] Yeah, I'm not gonna remember that. [ Just being honest. You're probably "pretty boy" for life, Wriothesley, unless she gets more creative. ] Just call me Vi. And don't read too much into this.
[ Into what? Why, her leaning in to kiss him, of course, slow and warm as she works her lips against his. ]
[Continued from here.]
Are you surprised? The line between pain and pleasure is often muddled. [And Wriothesley has lived a life where he often has experienced both. Sometimes at the same time. From the thrill and ache in the ring to falling into bed with less than savory folk. His life has always been a tumultuous rocking between the two.
He whines though, thighs shaking where he's kneeling as he desperate wants more friction than the casual touch of fingers on his erection.] When you look at me like that, it makes it seem like you wish to devour me, monsiuer. [A devilish little grin.]
It seems I am not the only one enjoying this.
Are you surprised? The line between pain and pleasure is often muddled. [And Wriothesley has lived a life where he often has experienced both. Sometimes at the same time. From the thrill and ache in the ring to falling into bed with less than savory folk. His life has always been a tumultuous rocking between the two.
He whines though, thighs shaking where he's kneeling as he desperate wants more friction than the casual touch of fingers on his erection.] When you look at me like that, it makes it seem like you wish to devour me, monsiuer. [A devilish little grin.]
It seems I am not the only one enjoying this.
Is it? I... hm, I suppose I have experienced some very light pain and found it quite pleasurable. But this- [He's not sure if he'd enjoy this kind of treatment. But that isn't important at the moment. Wriothesley does and that's all that matters.
He continues to look down at Wriothesley, a glint in his eyes at what he says. He makes a soft, deep noise, a singular, rare chuckle.] Then I am adequately expressing my desires. [He rubs the pad of his finger along the slit of Wriothesley's cock, once again skating the line between teasing and painful. As he does, he runs the tip of his sharp thumbnail up along his shaft.]
I am not immune to seeing you like this. [He leans down to tug at Wriothesley's lips with his teeth again. He all but growls when Wriothesley once again tries to thrust against his hand, flicking his cock mercilessly as a punishment.] But you'll take what you are given.
He continues to look down at Wriothesley, a glint in his eyes at what he says. He makes a soft, deep noise, a singular, rare chuckle.] Then I am adequately expressing my desires. [He rubs the pad of his finger along the slit of Wriothesley's cock, once again skating the line between teasing and painful. As he does, he runs the tip of his sharp thumbnail up along his shaft.]
I am not immune to seeing you like this. [He leans down to tug at Wriothesley's lips with his teeth again. He all but growls when Wriothesley once again tries to thrust against his hand, flicking his cock mercilessly as a punishment.] But you'll take what you are given.
[Continued from here.]
One cannot underestimate the value of people. [He cannot say the exacts, but it's obvious important that there are people. Of course, he cannot really even begin to make guesses. Just that they are stuck here.] I imagine to maintain their status quo, they still need new people.
[It makes him wonder if there's something from them that's depleted with time or if even long time guests eventually disappear from the space in some way.]
Hm. There's no way to. It seems like this place stands on its own and I would not know where to begin to try and contact anyone that isn't within this space. [A quirk of his lips.] Not that I have family to contact, but there are those that would most likely be concerned of my disappearance. That is to say, if the passing of time works the same here and there. There's a lot of this place shrouded in mystery.
One cannot underestimate the value of people. [He cannot say the exacts, but it's obvious important that there are people. Of course, he cannot really even begin to make guesses. Just that they are stuck here.] I imagine to maintain their status quo, they still need new people.
[It makes him wonder if there's something from them that's depleted with time or if even long time guests eventually disappear from the space in some way.]
Hm. There's no way to. It seems like this place stands on its own and I would not know where to begin to try and contact anyone that isn't within this space. [A quirk of his lips.] Not that I have family to contact, but there are those that would most likely be concerned of my disappearance. That is to say, if the passing of time works the same here and there. There's a lot of this place shrouded in mystery.
[ What is Wriothesley wearing, is it anything like his usual default wear? Marcoh is giving him a once-over, gauging what kind of person he might be. ]
I have someone I'm meant to meet up with, my sister. I think she may worry if I just... disappeared, but.
[ Not that he really has a concrete idea of what he was going to do elsewise anyway. He's got a lot going on, more than he'd like and less pleasant than he'd hope. She'd be fine without him, probably, but he can't help but be a worrywart. ]
You don't sound too concerned.
I have someone I'm meant to meet up with, my sister. I think she may worry if I just... disappeared, but.
[ Not that he really has a concrete idea of what he was going to do elsewise anyway. He's got a lot going on, more than he'd like and less pleasant than he'd hope. She'd be fine without him, probably, but he can't help but be a worrywart. ]
You don't sound too concerned.
[Continued from here.]
[Well, if Navia is going to take care of tea, he was going to carefully put food on both their plates so that they can easily enjoy themselves once tea is ready.
He isn't much for small talk, so Navia deciding to try and fill herself in with their predicament just seems the most ideal. It isn't painful meandering conversation and he did wish to keep her informed if she ends up being a permanent guest. Whatever permanent means in this place.]
Ah, it lacked the bells and whistles of this. We woke up in the basement. Specifically, it was the Rank 2 rooms. Actually, we were far less dressed than this too. They only gave us a robe and a gift basket. [Gift basket being flavored lube, condoms, amongst other things. She might not want to ask, but also wouldn't it be funny if she asked about the contents?] This whole thing is a lot more extravagant. We weren't married to who we woke up in bed with and there ended up being some lavish party in the evening.
[He shakes his head a little.] You'll find that this place intends to ensure that you participate in what they want. Sex. I would say it's also beneficial because everything seems to run on it. Chips, which is the currency here, is easiest acquired by having sex if you aren't savvy towards gambling. [He isn't going to sugarcoat it. He'll give her the obvious and his opinion.]
I find it easy to meet others by also partaking.
[Well, if Navia is going to take care of tea, he was going to carefully put food on both their plates so that they can easily enjoy themselves once tea is ready.
He isn't much for small talk, so Navia deciding to try and fill herself in with their predicament just seems the most ideal. It isn't painful meandering conversation and he did wish to keep her informed if she ends up being a permanent guest. Whatever permanent means in this place.]
Ah, it lacked the bells and whistles of this. We woke up in the basement. Specifically, it was the Rank 2 rooms. Actually, we were far less dressed than this too. They only gave us a robe and a gift basket. [Gift basket being flavored lube, condoms, amongst other things. She might not want to ask, but also wouldn't it be funny if she asked about the contents?] This whole thing is a lot more extravagant. We weren't married to who we woke up in bed with and there ended up being some lavish party in the evening.
[He shakes his head a little.] You'll find that this place intends to ensure that you participate in what they want. Sex. I would say it's also beneficial because everything seems to run on it. Chips, which is the currency here, is easiest acquired by having sex if you aren't savvy towards gambling. [He isn't going to sugarcoat it. He'll give her the obvious and his opinion.]
I find it easy to meet others by also partaking.
In the basement?
[ She looks a little aghast, shocked at the disparity between his arrival and hers. But it seems like it wasn't him alone, but the entire group of people he'd arrived with. And yes, she does almost ask about what's in the gift basket, but he keeps speaking so she decides not to interrupt, because it doesn't ultimately matter.
Wriothesley's mention of sex sees Navia blushing again, the color blooming over her cheeks and creeping down her throat to her chest. It's not like she's a virgin with no experience being tossed into the proverbial deep end of the pool... but her experience is rather limited, as one might expect of a girl with an overprotective father who'd been tailed by bodyguards as loyal as bloodhounds for years. There's a stack of romance novels stashed away in the corner of her shelf in Poisson, but reading a novel and actually experiencing something firsthand are entirely different matters.
She laughs nervously, going silent as the water begins to steam. Might as well be just as frank as Wriothesley. ]
I wonder, then, why they would have chosen me, of all people. I'm not someone who has much experience in that department.
[ She looks a little aghast, shocked at the disparity between his arrival and hers. But it seems like it wasn't him alone, but the entire group of people he'd arrived with. And yes, she does almost ask about what's in the gift basket, but he keeps speaking so she decides not to interrupt, because it doesn't ultimately matter.
Wriothesley's mention of sex sees Navia blushing again, the color blooming over her cheeks and creeping down her throat to her chest. It's not like she's a virgin with no experience being tossed into the proverbial deep end of the pool... but her experience is rather limited, as one might expect of a girl with an overprotective father who'd been tailed by bodyguards as loyal as bloodhounds for years. There's a stack of romance novels stashed away in the corner of her shelf in Poisson, but reading a novel and actually experiencing something firsthand are entirely different matters.
She laughs nervously, going silent as the water begins to steam. Might as well be just as frank as Wriothesley. ]
I wonder, then, why they would have chosen me, of all people. I'm not someone who has much experience in that department.
[Continued from here.]
That, I can't answer. [Even if he's a Vision holder, that is the limit of his extraordinariness. He really was just another guy otherwise. Very much human.] I've been told by others that there doesn't seem to be a way to escape. My few theories is that something preventing us is merely stronger than us, powers are possibly nullified to prevent escaping, or that there is simply nothing out there.
[Honestly? None of it sounds great.
He finally gets up if only to examine the impressive spread of food that was left for them. He guesses that this much food is with the expectation they'd be burning quite a bit of energy. Hah.] It would be best to temper your expectations. There's a lot of us who have not really found much leeway on leaving.
That, I can't answer. [Even if he's a Vision holder, that is the limit of his extraordinariness. He really was just another guy otherwise. Very much human.] I've been told by others that there doesn't seem to be a way to escape. My few theories is that something preventing us is merely stronger than us, powers are possibly nullified to prevent escaping, or that there is simply nothing out there.
[Honestly? None of it sounds great.
He finally gets up if only to examine the impressive spread of food that was left for them. He guesses that this much food is with the expectation they'd be burning quite a bit of energy. Hah.] It would be best to temper your expectations. There's a lot of us who have not really found much leeway on leaving.
I'll bear that in mind. While I don't mean to diminish the efforts of anyone here, I can't simply accept that without investigating it myself.
[While it's not encouraging, it's also a lot of speculation. The only fact he can be reasonably certain of is that people have so far been unable to escape. Without knowing their capabilities or what methods have been tried, he can't accurately judge the hopelessness of the situation.
There is one thing he can test right now, though. He channels a small amount of cursed energy through his body, just to make sure that he can. Nothing seems to be impeding him. He dispels it again as quickly. If there is anything preventing the use of abilities, it must not be present or active throughout the building.
With that confirmation, he returns his attention to the stack of gifts. Are they just another prop for this absurd set-up, a trap, or something else? He's not sensing any cursed energy from them. Which doesn't mean there can't be a bomb or some other danger inside, but he deems the risk low enough to pick up one of the boxes and gingerly peel back the wrapping.
There is no part of him that could have anticipated the leather collar and matching attached leash that he finds inside.]
...
This really is too much.
[While it's not encouraging, it's also a lot of speculation. The only fact he can be reasonably certain of is that people have so far been unable to escape. Without knowing their capabilities or what methods have been tried, he can't accurately judge the hopelessness of the situation.
There is one thing he can test right now, though. He channels a small amount of cursed energy through his body, just to make sure that he can. Nothing seems to be impeding him. He dispels it again as quickly. If there is anything preventing the use of abilities, it must not be present or active throughout the building.
With that confirmation, he returns his attention to the stack of gifts. Are they just another prop for this absurd set-up, a trap, or something else? He's not sensing any cursed energy from them. Which doesn't mean there can't be a bomb or some other danger inside, but he deems the risk low enough to pick up one of the boxes and gingerly peel back the wrapping.
There is no part of him that could have anticipated the leather collar and matching attached leash that he finds inside.]
...
This really is too much.
[Continued from here.]
[Hey man. As someone who has met Lorenz and finds himself rather fond of the man, he can say that he's much cooler than Lorenz. Like, sorry Lorenz, but you're kind of a silly guy.
He leans down a little as he grins.]
If compliments the lady wants, then compliments the lady gets. After all, how could I not shower you with words of praise with such a pretty face to admire. [A hand reaches up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.] I can't say I can completely complain about being stuck in here with you.
[Wriothesley isn't a liar either. If he's going to flirt, he should be honest about it.]
Oh? And how would you want me to prove it? Actions speak louder than words as they say.
[Hey man. As someone who has met Lorenz and finds himself rather fond of the man, he can say that he's much cooler than Lorenz. Like, sorry Lorenz, but you're kind of a silly guy.
He leans down a little as he grins.]
If compliments the lady wants, then compliments the lady gets. After all, how could I not shower you with words of praise with such a pretty face to admire. [A hand reaches up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.] I can't say I can completely complain about being stuck in here with you.
[Wriothesley isn't a liar either. If he's going to flirt, he should be honest about it.]
Oh? And how would you want me to prove it? Actions speak louder than words as they say.
[Continued from here.]
[Is he being lowkey threatened to put the sweater on??? Well, you know what, there have been worse things to happen in this place. He might as well.
Unbuttoning his waistcoat and dress shirt is an easy feat and he slips the garment on. While it didn't fit her frame at all, it seems almost too small for his. He fills the sweater pretty tightly and he definitely has the chest to support it in comparison.
His mouth quirks in a lopsided smile as he steps over to her to help assist her.] Here. Let me help you with that. [He fears she'll be stuck like this for awhile if he doesn't help her.]
[Is he being lowkey threatened to put the sweater on??? Well, you know what, there have been worse things to happen in this place. He might as well.
Unbuttoning his waistcoat and dress shirt is an easy feat and he slips the garment on. While it didn't fit her frame at all, it seems almost too small for his. He fills the sweater pretty tightly and he definitely has the chest to support it in comparison.
His mouth quirks in a lopsided smile as he steps over to her to help assist her.] Here. Let me help you with that. [He fears she'll be stuck like this for awhile if he doesn't help her.]
I don’t need help!
( oh, but she does. the protest is largely for appearances, though not in a conscious way— she’s not unaware that she’s stuck, after all, but that doesn’t make it any less humiliating. her flailing pauses as wriothesley moves in, but if she were fuming any harder, steam would be rising from her head. there’s a vulnerability in needing help that makes her want to tear the whole thing off and try something else instead, but... )
What’s the point of clothing like this, anyway? ( it’s not even her first time in a frilly dress. her disdain isn’t for the appearance of it, necessarily: ) Hard as hell to move properly in it.
( oh, but she does. the protest is largely for appearances, though not in a conscious way— she’s not unaware that she’s stuck, after all, but that doesn’t make it any less humiliating. her flailing pauses as wriothesley moves in, but if she were fuming any harder, steam would be rising from her head. there’s a vulnerability in needing help that makes her want to tear the whole thing off and try something else instead, but... )
What’s the point of clothing like this, anyway? ( it’s not even her first time in a frilly dress. her disdain isn’t for the appearance of it, necessarily: ) Hard as hell to move properly in it.
[ the clinic has been overrun with patients, and staying there won't do any good when there's a shortage of space and staff anyway. it's not as if it's anything life-threatening (yet) — clorinde has had her fair share of colds, rare as they may be, and this is nothing more than a sore throat. if a sore throat also involved coughing up pink camellias.
but it's fine. it's more of a nuisance than anything. with most guests staying in the clinic or holed up in their rooms, the conservatory is much less busy than it was earlier, and clorinde finds herself in the orchard with wriothesley holding an orangeberry in her hands.
... what were they doing here again? she swallows down the dryness in the back of her throat, the tickle of petals forcing their way back up again. ah, yes— ]
If I recall, you have a few citrus blends of tea that you're fond of. [ see... she does pay attention despite not being a tea nerd. ] This one should compliment it well.
but it's fine. it's more of a nuisance than anything. with most guests staying in the clinic or holed up in their rooms, the conservatory is much less busy than it was earlier, and clorinde finds herself in the orchard with wriothesley holding an orangeberry in her hands.
... what were they doing here again? she swallows down the dryness in the back of her throat, the tickle of petals forcing their way back up again. ah, yes— ]
If I recall, you have a few citrus blends of tea that you're fond of. [ see... she does pay attention despite not being a tea nerd. ] This one should compliment it well.
[Wriothesley is only marginally surprised when he runs into Clorinde again. With Neuvillette also appearing again and others confirming themselves getting lost with their sense of time being hours yet they were gone for months, he has grown more used to the strange happenings.
He was warned that time has no concept here.
If anything, Clorinde is probably more thrown off by the amount of time that has passed on top of Wriothesley's change in appearance. Some marks from the end of march linger on his body, still keeping his neck bandaged, and his hair is tied into a messy, long ponytail. He's still a little weary, but his energy has been much better after a week of just sex upon sex.
Honestly? Seeing Clorinde helps a lot with his frayed nerves. He'll take any familiarity he can.]
Oh? Memorizing my tastes in tea? I didn't realize you cared about that stuff. [His tone is light and teasing.]
He was warned that time has no concept here.
If anything, Clorinde is probably more thrown off by the amount of time that has passed on top of Wriothesley's change in appearance. Some marks from the end of march linger on his body, still keeping his neck bandaged, and his hair is tied into a messy, long ponytail. He's still a little weary, but his energy has been much better after a week of just sex upon sex.
Honestly? Seeing Clorinde helps a lot with his frayed nerves. He'll take any familiarity he can.]
Oh? Memorizing my tastes in tea? I didn't realize you cared about that stuff. [His tone is light and teasing.]
[Continued from here.]
Well, let's not go that far. Dream big, so they say. It's alright to dream big but still have realistic expectations, no?
[Wriothesley was a simple guy, personally. He had simple wants and dreams. Realistic, though Wriothesley was an idealist at heart. He didn't really have anything grandiose in mind most of the time though.]
Sorry, but my idea of a good vacation is settling in for the night with some music and a cup of tea. Unless that sounds like a good time to you, you might want to ask others about how they spend their vacation.
Well, let's not go that far. Dream big, so they say. It's alright to dream big but still have realistic expectations, no?
[Wriothesley was a simple guy, personally. He had simple wants and dreams. Realistic, though Wriothesley was an idealist at heart. He didn't really have anything grandiose in mind most of the time though.]
Sorry, but my idea of a good vacation is settling in for the night with some music and a cup of tea. Unless that sounds like a good time to you, you might want to ask others about how they spend their vacation.
I suppose I'll have to do my best to restrain myself then.
[ Spoilers, Kleken is both brilliant and terrible at restraint. Mostly because there were some things he absolutely refused to allow himself, while others there were no restrictions at all. And sometimes which ones were which would flip-flop. Truly, a gem of a man. ]
That doesn't sound like a bad time at all. Do you read as well, or simply enjoy the sounds?
[ Interesting, with Wriothesley's appearance, such peace and quiet pastimes didn't immediately come to mind. But he did seem to be much more in control of himself in action than his looks would suggest, making him an interesting little discovery for Kleken. ]
[ Spoilers, Kleken is both brilliant and terrible at restraint. Mostly because there were some things he absolutely refused to allow himself, while others there were no restrictions at all. And sometimes which ones were which would flip-flop. Truly, a gem of a man. ]
That doesn't sound like a bad time at all. Do you read as well, or simply enjoy the sounds?
[ Interesting, with Wriothesley's appearance, such peace and quiet pastimes didn't immediately come to mind. But he did seem to be much more in control of himself in action than his looks would suggest, making him an interesting little discovery for Kleken. ]
[Continued from here.]
[Wriothesley takes his time kissing the other, tongue curling around Lon'qu's in a silent bid to encourage the other to return the gesture. Inexperience is obviously emanating from them, but he doesn't seem bothered by it nor impatient either. He just happily lets his tongue taste and explore that mouth. A kiss can sometimes be a battle in its own way.
He breaks the kiss after the moment with a grin and a quick chaste kiss to follow.]
Hm? There's the kiss you wanted. Does that satisfy you now?
[Wriothesley takes his time kissing the other, tongue curling around Lon'qu's in a silent bid to encourage the other to return the gesture. Inexperience is obviously emanating from them, but he doesn't seem bothered by it nor impatient either. He just happily lets his tongue taste and explore that mouth. A kiss can sometimes be a battle in its own way.
He breaks the kiss after the moment with a grin and a quick chaste kiss to follow.]
Hm? There's the kiss you wanted. Does that satisfy you now?
[ It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before.
He hadn’t imagined that kisses could be so…hot. Wriothesley’s tongue almost scorches him, and yet he can’t get enough—his tongue’s tentative prods soon get bolder and bolder, seeking more of that heat, until— ]
Urgh…
[ It’s over already? And in that short time Wriothesley had somehow made him look even more flushed and wanton than he had already, with his hair a sandy mess and his cheeks burning hot enough to rival dragonfire.
The look he gives Wriothesley is…complicated, if nothing else. ]
Don’t—Don’t mock me. That was for…for…honor…
[ Just let him have this… ]
He hadn’t imagined that kisses could be so…hot. Wriothesley’s tongue almost scorches him, and yet he can’t get enough—his tongue’s tentative prods soon get bolder and bolder, seeking more of that heat, until— ]
Urgh…
[ It’s over already? And in that short time Wriothesley had somehow made him look even more flushed and wanton than he had already, with his hair a sandy mess and his cheeks burning hot enough to rival dragonfire.
The look he gives Wriothesley is…complicated, if nothing else. ]
Don’t—Don’t mock me. That was for…for…honor…
[ Just let him have this… ]
[Continued from here.]
Thinking about the next time when I'm inside you right now? You're obviously much too coherent for my liking, sweetness.
[Something he intends to change as he slams his hips back in, not at all holding back as he intends to hit that sweet spot in Eiden everytime he snaps his hips and thrusts his cock back into them.
He'll worry about the mess that Eiden will make of him when that time comes. Right now, he intends to wring orgasm after orgasm out of the man trapped under him. Swallows every moan and plea that slips from Eiden's lips in a heated kiss.] Today, is a little extra. I'm feeling gracious, after all.
Thinking about the next time when I'm inside you right now? You're obviously much too coherent for my liking, sweetness.
[Something he intends to change as he slams his hips back in, not at all holding back as he intends to hit that sweet spot in Eiden everytime he snaps his hips and thrusts his cock back into them.
He'll worry about the mess that Eiden will make of him when that time comes. Right now, he intends to wring orgasm after orgasm out of the man trapped under him. Swallows every moan and plea that slips from Eiden's lips in a heated kiss.] Today, is a little extra. I'm feeling gracious, after all.
[ eiden is a certified yapper even when being fucked thoroughly—but the tactic is exactly what shuts him up, sending him spiraling into a shaking moan as he feels wriothesley's cock push up against that spot in him. no, it doesn't push, it strikes, and each thrust in shakes his body, rocks him against the bed, against him as he whimpers.
his essence feels vibrant like this, on the edge of one orgasm, he spills over between the both of them to cling wet and messy. he doesn't stop kissing him, hands trying to find purchase to cling as the aftershocks of coming start to shake through him, all while his cock is semi-soft.
the way he's thrust into earns a whine as he feels his arousal trying to find a peak again, climbing and fed by the way wriothesley insists on spoiling him, so he allows it. sometimes, letting someone spoil you (even like this) can be hard. but he's too far gone, the other's name passing his lips as he meets his eyes, a fucked-out little curl of a smile on the edges of his mouth. he digs heels into him, trying to get him to fill him to the hilt and stay a moment. ]
his essence feels vibrant like this, on the edge of one orgasm, he spills over between the both of them to cling wet and messy. he doesn't stop kissing him, hands trying to find purchase to cling as the aftershocks of coming start to shake through him, all while his cock is semi-soft.
the way he's thrust into earns a whine as he feels his arousal trying to find a peak again, climbing and fed by the way wriothesley insists on spoiling him, so he allows it. sometimes, letting someone spoil you (even like this) can be hard. but he's too far gone, the other's name passing his lips as he meets his eyes, a fucked-out little curl of a smile on the edges of his mouth. he digs heels into him, trying to get him to fill him to the hilt and stay a moment. ]
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