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okay so

things maybe took a turn?? 🙃

[ Ominous... ]

but a poem i read recently inspired me and i got more serious than i intended but.....

well here you go! let me know what you think! ❤️

[ Behold. Her short story. ~~I'm so sorry I have no idea what I've done.~~ ]

[How cute.

He's sure that Keita would not be this forward if not for the house forcing their hand, but he can't help but want to see more of it. One hand continues to stroke both their cocks while his other hand roams over smooth skin. He eventually lets it wander down and squeeze at one of Keita's cheeks

Wriothesley finally breaks the kiss, licking his lips as he admires the man in his lap falling apart at their seams.] Insatiable aren't you, sweetness? Tell me what you want. [He doesn't need Keita to beg, but he does want to get the man to admit how wanting they are right now.]

And I'll give it to you.

Teyvat is rather attuned to the elements, and Fontaine is very closely interlinked with Hydro since our Archon represents that element. I've grown up with it, so it's just everyday for me. I can only imagine how one might react if it's something they're unused to. I think being able to appreciate something so marvel in one's eyes when it might be mundane in another is nice to see though. That our experiences are so different, means no person is truly the same.

[And Wriothesley is really, truly fond of people.

The elevator arrives at his floor and he walks down the hallway. Instead of entering his room though, he merely opens the door so that he can toss the stuff he collected into the foyer. He'll deal with it later.]

I think that there are some medicinal uses to it, but I'm only knowledgeable at basics and things like resetting bones. [When one fights in the ring enough, you just pick up stuff like that. He would not want someone to think he has the same expertise as a medical professional though.]

[Wriothesley decides to dress a little nicer than he had started dressing in the resort. Nicer really just means something similar to his normal back in Fontaine. He didn't have his usual outfit here, but he did have an assortment of waistcoats and slacks to pick from.

Dressed in a wine red waistcoat over a white dress shirt and slacks, he doesn't button his dress shirt with every button done and his tie somewhat loose. He's dressed formerly, but the way he wears the clothes can almost be considered lazy, yet it suits the man's laidback smile.

He gives the other a grin as he sees the man waiting for him. Considering there was no one else standing around the hallway, he's sure this man was whom he had been talking with.] I hope I didn't make you wait too long. [A polite bow.]

Wriothesley.

[ The thoroughness of the kiss is enough to do away with the very last of Keita's embarrassment, leaving him wholly consumed by nothing but desire. And it's a good thing, too, because in ordinary life he finds it quite difficult to admit to his sexual fantasies. Like this, though, when his whole body is ablaze and he's guided entirely by his needs and his emotions, Keita finds it much easier to lean forward and press his mouth to Wriothesley's neck, his jaw, to press his lips to his cheek and say, ]

I want you to finger me, and then I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I'm insensate with it.

[ Keita pulls back enough to look into Wriothesley's face, studying the lovely handsome lines of him, scars and all. He really is gorgeous to look at, and the sight of him is tempting enough that Keita gives in to the urge to lean in and kiss him again. ]

Will you do that for me?

( The figure approaching down the hall does appear like he has direction, and he's close enough that Sunday also begins walking his way until they're in front of one another. First impressions are important and Sunday offers a small bow of his chin to mirror his politeness, leaving his hand rested at the small of his back. Assuming the man has been here far longer, Sunday has to judge the lack of togetherness of his outfit. The unbuttoned dress shirt, his loose tie, the lazy effort he brings for this. Sure reminds him of some hound he once knew. Hopefully, this one isn't a liar of sorts. )

Mr. Wriothesley, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, and fret not, I wasn't waiting too long. I'm honored you decided to come down here to pick me up. The higher floors do get nicer after all and the staff around here isn't so great. Hopefully nobody gave you any trouble, hah.

( His gaze flickers towards his scars, it's hard not to when they draw so much attention away from his face. )

I'm excited for today - I haven't had quality tea since arriving at this pretty cage. ( As Wriothesley put it. )

Ya just need to get out more, Warden, then ya'd find there's a lot of things in the world to marvel at. The world out there's huge, bigger than this dingy lil casino and it's flashy lights.

[He's never really hid his disdain about the place, not really, despite how he acts. The lack of an outside world was his whole issue with this, after all.

Still, he does agree with his point.]

And ya know... Most people don't even know how to do that. Yer pretty whack, huh?

Wriothesley is fine. We are both merely guests in this place and I need not such politeness. Let us talk as merely equals here. [He smiles easily and chuckles.] Naw, it's really no trouble. I used to be a lower rank until a buddy of mind kind of forced me to something higher. Honestly? I prefer the lower ranks and I don't really need the extra amenities. Though, the extra space is nice from my previous room.

[Wriothesley was someone who had once been homeless. He had lived in less than even the bare minimum. The higher the rank, the more the spotlight would be on him and the idea does not feel good.

He holds his arm out for Sunday to take.] Then I think that you'll enjoy this place. I'm rather fond of tea, so finding a place with a nice afternoon tea service for me to enjoy has been archon sent. [And boy, does Wriothesley have a lot of words when it comes to tea. Something, Sunday might be stuck hearing him yap about.]

( His eyes flicker towards the gesture of his arm, loosely holding onto it. ) Aren’t you the one who’s polite here? Regardless, I appreciate this.

It seems making important connections early on is useful to survival here. Though, I’ve never heard anybody rave about the lower floors, does that mean you were far below this one? You have curious taste.

( He lets him guide themselves down the long hall and still holds onto his arm even in the elevator. Even though his style is questionable at best and unpresentable in Sunday’s humble opinion, Wriothesley is easy on his eyes. He even tries to discreetly steal a glance at his face, down his arm— he’s muscular and Sunday doesn’t have any logical justification as to why he likes it. He simply does, even though his features are as hard to read as ever. )

I’m fond as well. It’s perfect combination of herbs, nature, and good for your health. You also don’t need to add sugar to some imports, which is nice.

( Not that he has a reason to stay off of sugar here??? He’ll have to break the habit of sacrificing his pleasures here. At least they can both yap over tea. )

[There's something delightful in the way that Keita gets lost in their inhibitions and the throes of passion. How he's sure that they'd usually never say such shameless words, but here they were so wanton in their want for him to fuck them senseless.

He wasn't going to say no when Keita was so saccharine sweet in how they ask.

Instead, he pulls the other into another hungry kiss, all but devouring in the press of lips and the slide of his tongue.]

Of course. Whatever you want. [As he presses kisses down Keita's throat, his hands move to spread Keita's cheeks apart, fingers rubbing teasingly at the smaller man's entrance.] How about a please~♥︎

[He doesn't reply right away.

Mostly because he has to read what she sent him, but also because...

There's just a lot to unpack here. The poem(?) at the beginning throws him off quite a bit. What does this girl read??? In all honesty? The story isn't bad. It's an enjoyable read. It reminds him of some of the more intense mystery novels that get popular in Fontaine. It all seems to be a normal story of horror and suspense until...

More of the poem interspersed and the foreboding feeling the story seems to want to illustrate is enjoyable. It's the ending that really throws him off.

Wait a minute-]

Hey.
Question?
Is this about my dick? Also, does the 9 mean something specific?

[Girl. Help. What did you send him?]

Don't preach to me. [His tone is calm, but his words are firm as he shuts the door of his suite.] You make it sound like I don't know what's outside. I spent decades knowing what I didn't have, so you don't need to tell me what's outside a pretty cage like this.

[Wriothesley smiles, but there's a certain coldness in his gaze.] Just because I spent half my life behind bars doesn't mean I don't know how spectacular the world I was born into is.

[He starts to head back to the elevator.] It was necessary if you wanted to survive. Other inmates weren't going to take care of you if you got hurt. [Sure, the infirmary existed and Sigewinne's love for humans meant no one would probably die on her watch. Wriothesley was just not the most trusting growing up.]

Oh?

[That's a surprise. He didn't actually think he'd push a button with that, not when Wriothesley's been endlessly patient with him. He hadn't even been sure he could ever annoy him on any level, and maybe that shouldn't be someone's goal at all-- but really, Rinne's not thee most orthodox when it comes to getting to know people.]

That actually riled ya up? I didn't expect that. Here I thought you were enjoyin' this kinda life plenty.

[This might not be the date he promised, not when unfortunately Rinne's found a little string to follow.]

[ after the festival and the strings game dies down, wriothesley will find a small package left outside his door. there's no note, just his name written on a tag attached to the package in clorinde's hand.

upon opening, he'll find a cute little tea infuser. consider this a small check-in of sorts. enjoy. ]

[ Oh boy. That sure is a reaction. Does it mean he liked it...? ]

well...yeah! the main character is your wiener

the nine's a reference to ragna, your dick's enemy...hence all the red 🌹

red can look really pretty in certain ways! it's such an evocative color!

[ Just like blood! That's a totally random example, of course. ]

[ Wriothesley leans forward to press his mouth to Keita's skin, and Keita moans, the sound reverberating in his throat right against Wriothesley's lips. He feels the trail of those fingers as though they're leaving drops of fire against his skin, all the way down his spine to his ass, where Wriothesley spreads him open to press against his hole. It makes Keita shudder, gasping as he tries to collect his thoughts. ]

Please, [ Keita says, needy and utterly without shame. His arousal and the heightened neediness of his suit make it impossible for him to be embarrassed by his current state, willing to beg if that's what Wriothesley wants. ] Please, I need it—I need you.

[ His lips press to Wriothesley's temple, and Keita rocks his hips forward a little, rubbing himself against Wriothesley's lower stomach. The sturdiness of his body is impossibly appealing to Keita, and he's inclined not to let it go unappreciated. ]

[Wriothesley frowns a little at that as he folds his arms over his chest.]

Do people usually enjoy being patronized? [It wasn't like Rinne's words were wrong, but it rubbed him the wrong way to be told things that made him sound ignorant to what was out there. It didn't sit well with him.] Enjoy what? Living a life of lavish splendors with nothing to do but apparently get lost in debauchery?

[He snorts.] Sorry to say, but I much prefer my day job back at home.

[Wriothesley was duty bound despite what air he holds. His acclimating to just sleeping around was less because he was some sex addict and a man who was familiar with the concept of using it as a transaction.

He just also finds that it might as well be enjoyable if he was going to sell his body.]

Hmm, I think that this kind of place makes it hard not to make connections in general. You'll probably find this place easier to deal with when you have people to keep you company at times. Be it because you need to lay with them or simply because having company generally is not so bad.

[Wriothesley, despite his lazier dress, stands with back straight and holds himself in a way that implies the man knows how to present himself properly. After all, he had to hold his own as an administrator for a prison. Weakness would make inmates think they can get the better of him.] I just don't care for attention and I have managed with the bare minimum. I used to be on the basement level.

[As they step out, Wriothesley happily points out places of interest in the resort as they walk.] Hah, I've got a bit of a sweet tooth, so I do enjoy my cubes of sugar. [Something Sigewinne reprimands him greatly about. Well, it doesn't stop him.]

I do miss my tea collection at home, but I think I've started growing a respectable collection here.

[Wriothesley is surprised by the small package. He checks the note first before taking it in, a soft smile as he recognizes the writing.

He doesn't mention anything about the gift, but there is something intentional about how Clorinde will probably notice the infuser resting on a quaint saucer that is always left on his kitchen counter. A silent show of affection for what she had given him whenever she visits.]

Kyaha~ Guess I learned somethin' new about ya. I could never tell in this place, just who likes bein' here and who wants to go.

[He doesn't deny he was patronizing him. It was a poor habit of Rinne's, one born of contempt for his life. It's a bit of a bad habit he could kick if he chose to, but he was still high up on the defensive scale here. He doesn't think he can remove that one self-defense anytime soon.]

Well, my bad. I might as well have spent most o' my life in a pretty cage, so bein' thrown into another one after a few years of freedom pisses me off. It's a wonder for me why there's less rebellion than I expected.

( It takes a leader to also recognize another. He feels his strength through the fabric as his fingers tighten around his arm. He can excuse his poor execution of attire by admiring his poise and presence. He's chatty and mysterious all at once, delivering only what he should and Sunday appreciates this way of connecting with others. Casual but intellectual. He offers a faint smile up at him. )

I guess I'm not too surprised to hear that based on what you've told me. Attention would put a spotlight on you and this place is already sketchy as is. Humility goes a long way.

We all have our reasons, I suppose. ( If he doesn't rank up, he'll die. And the more he fucks, then the closer he can be to reach his goal and beat the game. Then again, what happens if he wishes to go back to Penacony? What's the point if he's now an exile?
His wings lower some, but his energy remains the same - he's probably as reserved as Wriothesley. )

Oh? Then I'm grateful you're willing to share some with me. We can make it sweet if that's your preference, I don't mind. Drinking tea should be a personal experience, almost a form of art.

Would you go back home if you were given the chance?

Cute. [He doesn't make Keita beg much more, plunging two of his fingers passed the ring of muscle and into the smaller man. He thrusts them in and out, stretching Keita out with his fingers as they rut against his stomach.

He sinks his teeth into the junction between Keita's neck and shoulder as he presses a third finger, sliding them all the way into the knuckle before sliding them out. He repeats the motions as he lets his fingers rub against Keita's inner walls.]

You're taking my fingers so well. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you? Who would have thought from someone so polite.

I like the people here. [Wriothesley's feelings about staying or going is a little complicated. He does want to go home, but he also knows that unless he can help others out first, he wouldn't take the option of leaving right away. Now that he knew some of the people here more intimately, the idea of just leaving them without helping them first just isn't possible.] But I already did my time before and I can't say I'm too keen to do it again.

[Especially because this place seems intent on keeping them indefinitely.

Wriothesley clicks his tongue as he regards the other.] Rebelling without having a clear goal at the end is just throwing a tantrum. [He knows a few people are digging around the place to learn what they can of it. Wriothesley himself is hungry to learn more about what makes this place tick and how to get a foot in the door to have any amount of leverage. He also doesn't want to make himself a target right away because it becomes more of an uphill battle when eyes are on you more than they already are.

Are they even gonna have a nice date anymore? He has forgotten about what the original plan.] Some peoples' circumstances seem to even be better here than home, so there's a lot of cogs in this place to take into account. [Which makes things all the more complicated.]

It's just not for me. If people want to climb the ranks and for all the eyes to be on them, then that's for them and not for me. I'll leave it to those who want it.

[Wriothesley's gaze is sharp. He doesn't say anything, but he does notice the little things. The slight droop of wings and any minute detail. It's something he tucks away and doesn't bring up. If Sunday wanted to say more, then they would.]

Well, it's a good thing that we can add what we want to our cups and not the pot. You needn't bend your preferences to match my own. I'll send you some of the blends I've grown fond of sometime for you to enjoy in your room. [They eventually arrive at the Early Bird Hall. He leads the other to a small cafe in the area. It's a quaint little thing and they're seated promptly with menus to peruse their afternoon tea service and all the tea options available.]

Of course. There are people who rely on me that I can't abandon. I just intend to see through the goals I've set up here first. [Wriothesley has met people here and grown to care for them. He doesn't intend to leave at his earliest convenience.]

( Sunday will always put someone’s needs first, it’s the right way to weave these pages called life. Always living as the sacrifice for all.

Not even the Early Bird warmth and eloquence can clear his mind of this sinking feeling. Well, if Wriothesley says it’s okay, then there’s no turning back. Sunday hasn’t enjoyed something like this in so long, it’s almost stranger to be seated and with a menu. Normally he’s the one who hosts everybody into his mansion, or Penacony. A cunning smile takes shape as he places the menu down, watching Wriothesley across the small table. When his legs cross beneath it, his shoe nearly grazes Wriothesley’s shin.

One snug move forward and it might. )

Heh— so which room do you sleep in? The basement floor or the one above mine?

I’ll order the blend you like, and we can go from there with our taste session.

I suppose I’ll order some biscuits to try out, too.

As for your goals— what do you seek most here, then?

( Hopefully they’re not spiked with anything. )

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you can decide how long it took for her to get back with...this lol

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delivery; post july event.

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