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Yes, that does sound very human of them.

[it's not that big a deal, is it? at least, Nimah is fairly used to getting into philosophical conversations with people during or after sex... that's probably just them, though.]

Come now, it's for my benefit too. Or do you not like mystery, Wriothesley?

[it's still not great on their tongue, after so many years of speaking Japanese pretty much exclusively... but it's better than the first attempt, if still more of a rolled and accented Raitsuri. what a mouthful.]

[Like so many things Wriothesley has done, the fingers tangling into his hair, tugging slightly, feel far better than he could have ever imagined. He leans into the touch but freezes at the pet name. Sweetheart... That is... most unexpected. The pause is likely noticeable but momentary, though even as he begins to bob his head again slowly that pet name keeps playing in his mind.

He steadily increases his pace, wanting to draw out Wriothesley's moans, to feel the way his muscles tense under his fingers as he struggles to hold back and maintain control. There's something intoxicating about watching Wriothesley slowly succumb to pleasure, to get to see him raw and vulnerable.]

[If it were anyone else, they might not really notice. Wriothesley's senses are too sharp though. Even in the haze of lust, he notices the pause. A hoarse little chuckle.] Not into that? How about darling? [His tone is light and sweet. Teasing in nature, though giving room for the other to decide they don't enjoy the silly little endearments.

The moans fall from his lips like water. He makes no attempt to quiet himself nor to stop as his nails drag against Neuvillette's scalp. His hips stutter and he's trying to not just start thrusting into Neuvillette's mouth with reckless abandon. Not when the other is still so new to all this. The wet warmth is intoxicating though. Incredible.]

[He tries to rock his hips, enjoying the cool feel of them against his feverish skin. It felt so damn good. The pace was steady, but his body was burning for more with each roll of his hips.

His hands shake as he tries to undo the other's shirt and get his hands on the skin underneath, the hot tongue on his scars doing a pretty good job at distracting him.]

Ah, well, I won't know until I try. I feel like I could say the same thing to you, but that didn't stop you before. [Once he manages to undo the buttons on Kleken's shirt, he's immediately running fingers over the smooth skin of the other's stomach.]

You can tell me to stop if it bothers you so.

Maybe I’m a boring guy who doesn’t like to be surprised. Immediate gratification and what have you.

[He isn’t even trying to make a believable argument. Based on his actions down to chasing Nimah’s climax and not his own, he has basically done the opposite of what he’s saying right now.]

Maybe I’m amiable to it if the mystery is in my favor.

If that's the case, you may have chosen the wrong partner.

[It's enough to earn a near snort of laughter, fully aware of the hypocrisy of what he says versus what he's done. Fingers trail over his chest, digging in only briefly against the swell of it in a warm tease, moving down toward his hips.]

If the mystery is in your favor... that's up to your own ability, isn't it? What's fun for you is rarely not also fun for your partner, after all.

Fucking. Having sex. Whatever you want to call it.

[ Things more straight forward than the more metaphorical holding either way. Broca read plenty, and he enjoyed books that were heavy on the metaphorical, more poetic just as much if not more than the ones that were more straight forward in their prose.

But he himself was always going to speak in the most direct way possible.

Even if that very casual conversation was happening while a man he's kneeling on top of happens to be working his underwear off of him. A task always made a little harder by the addition of a tail, but at least he's letting that droop and be cooperative with Wriothesley's efforts, moving his legs as needed as well, all while he takes advantage of his long limbs to barely lean forward before he starts rummaging through a very well stocked drawer.

Figures... ]

A little moderation wouldn't hurt people here.

[ Ironic given their current situation, but Broca does pull his hand back out holding a small pump bottle of lube, not giving anything else in the draw a second glance as he squirts out a couple dollops of lube directly into his palm as he moves back into position. ]

[ He laughs through that…taunting? Dirty talk? Does it matter? Because in a way he feels just as trapped, at Wriothesley’s mercy as much as the other is at his, if nothing else because Wriothesley’s the stronger between the two of them and Baizhu isn’t as young (ahem) and spry.

It doesn’t help that he’s getting close, the heat and the friction between them building up to a tantalizing crescendo that he’s helpless to resist— ]

I…I…ah…!

[ He throws his head back with a gasp, unable to hold in his climax any longer, and well…that’s his answer, isn’t it? ]

[He's heard little pet names like this before, terms of endearment used between... between lovers. Surely, Wriothesley doesn't mean it like that. But in what other context are such names used? He feels his heart pounding faster as he tries to piece this together.

Luckily, Wriothesley's loud moan draws him from his thoughts. He'd been going in circles and getting nowhere, still unsure as to what it means now that Wriothesley had called him that. The way Wriothesley drags his fingers through his hair pulls him away from his thoughts completely, making him moan around his cock. He can likely feel the vibration as he does his best to relax his throat in order to swallow him down further. That's what he had wanted, to bury himself in Wriothesley, now he only wanted to provide the same. It's difficult to keep his saliva from slipping down the sides of his mouth. But he'll be able to clean up later, his only thoughts are on pleasing Wriothesley.]

[ Kleken has to give the man credit where it's due, for all the absolute distraction he is purposefully being (having several extra appendages makes that quite easy), Wriothesley doing a wonderful job of maintaining a conversation. However silly and light it may be. ]

I'm not bothered at all.

[ He does have to pause however to take a steadying breath in at those fingers against his body, indulging in the sensation for a moment. It's nice, a warm hand against his own cooled skin, and as 'thanks' a kiss is pressed against one of those sensitive nipples. ]

[ Kleken's teeth around the same nipple, nipping sharply at it, is also a reward. Probably. ]

I think I might like to see that, actually. But it seems we have other matters to see to first.

[ The tentacle around Wriothesley's cock squeezes then, squirming in the tight material as more of the length slides itself in, enough so that the tip can worm its way to the other man's... tip. And rub itself over it. ]

A very pressing one, in fact.

[He throws his head back with a groan, not being able to hold back the rocking of his hips into that wonderful warmth. His grip in Neuvillette's hair tightens as he slowly finds himself getting lost in that delicious pleasure.] Ah, yes! You feel so damn good.

[He looks back down, not wanting to tear his gaze away at the sight before him. Neuvillette on his knees with their mouth around their cock was incredible. How can he not be taken by such a sigh?] Fuck, you're damn hot like this.

Ah, what a shame.

[This conversation is really quite silly.

He groans though as he arches his back as those fingers wander over his body. The obvious intent in those touches.]

Ah, well, I find a lot of things fun. I think it works out in my favor by finding a lot of things fun.

[He moans, needing to swallow slightly to keep from choking as Wriothesley rocks his hips. He's gentle enough that he's able to adjust and take him. The tight hold on his hair feels unbelievably good. Once he's gotten used to Wriothesley's rhythm, he begins to bob his head again to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper until his nose is practically brushing his abdomen with each one.

And he can taste him, bitter and salty, but he hungrily wants more of him and eagerly tries to draw his orgasm out of him.]

[Wriothesley always enjoys seeing his partner climax. There's always something so satisfying watching the other ride through their orgasm, stomach stained with their seed. He rocks his hips slowly as the other comes down from their high.

The warden still had a bit to go, but that's just the results of boxer stamina. Baizhu really didn't have any hope of keeping pace with the other like this.]

There you go, darling. Nice and easy.

[That just gets a little chuckle in response, not particularly bothered. It isn't like he won't say stuff more bluntly at times himself. He just finds the other being to the point a little amusing. It is charming in its own way though.

He drops Broca's underwear to the floor, fingers gliding over muscled abs admiring as the other rummages through the drawer for lube. He was going to admire a good body that's sitting right in front of him. He isn't some saint.]

Considering the entire event happening, I don't know if they know the meaning of the word at all. I could do with enjoying a cup of tea without seeing some sex imagery though. [He can honestly agree with the other there. He isn't opposed to sex at all, but he doesn't need it shoved down his throat every literal second.

But that's something to chew on another time. It also seems a bit silly to complain about when they're about to have sex together. He easily spreads his legs for the other, not at all shy nor nervous.] Well, there are other things I rather enjoy at the moment.

[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...

[His body jolts and he can't help the embarrassing keen as the sting of enamel against the sensitive nub only seems to bring the man more enjoyment than anything. He enjoyed the pain. The way it shocks through his system that it makes his cock twitch with want for more.

His hands stutter, the drag of nails as his hands seem to seek more something to steady himself more than anything.]

I'm, ah, I- [It's becoming very difficult to make coherent thoughts and say them when that tentacle squeezes farther into his pants and teases the to of his cock as it does. His hips jerk and his hands are definitely clinging to the other as he feels the strength in his knees die.] Fuck. That feels damn good.

[He wants more still. Addicted to being so thoroughly touched in so many places by just one man. His clothes feel unbearably tight and he wish to just get rid of them at this point.]

[ 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. ]

That…That was…

[ He’s a little surprised to find that Wriothesley still hasn’t come—the man’s stamina is impressive indeed, and he’s almost glad that toy’s still stuck inside of him. But will it really be enough?

He hasn’t pulled away, at least, though he wonders if he should. It really is irksome to find his knowledge of such intimate acts to be far too lacking, no matter how many texts he’d read on the subject.

Clearing his throat—mostly at that “darling” bit— ]

It seems you’re not…quite…

[ He still hasn’t fully caught his breath, as it turns out, but with the way he’s clenching around Wriothesley, his intentions should be clear enough, shouldn’t they? ]

[It all feels ridiculously good. It's the whole mix of it all. The delicious warmth around his hard length and the fact that he has his cock down Neuvillette's throat of all people. How can he not be pushed so close to climax? His nails dig into the other's scalp a little as he feels that wonderful pressure build up in the put of his stomach.

The pleasure he built up from sucking the other off and now getting serviced in return is pushing him to his limits.]

Ah, N-Neuvillette- I'm...

[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.

[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.

[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.

[ 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.

[He is, luckily, dressed in something of his usual. Black Slacks and dress shirt tucked under a grey waistcoat. Honestly, more dressed than he has been finding himself this month with waking up in bed with someone else in some wedding suite and dressed like a bride-to-breed. It's been a lot.]

There is plenty that I worry about back home. There are people who rely on me and things I need to get done. [He shakes his head and finally shrugs a little helplessly.] But I am not in a situation where I can do anything about it either. It is something for me to lament on and not for me to dump on a stranger such as yourself.

[Oh you know, just a nation ending prophecy on the horizon. That's nothing Marcoh has to worry about though.] I am merely hoping to help you with what I can offer so that your acclimation to this place is easier than for us. At the very least, I think that also taking advantage of the facilities here is to your favor. It is better than lamenting on things while people try and uncover more information we can acquire.

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