The room itself is metallic, just as the rest of the dorm is. At the center of the room is the oasis of soft comfort in the sea of metal: a giant, circular bed that could easily fit a whole unit if there was a demand for it, with heart shaped pillows and white sheets. Next to it is a slender control panel with several buttons: one pushes up a trap compartment from the floor, where toys can stored on display like a surgeon's tool tray, though there are no toys stored here yet; one opens up a cabinet from the wall, full of liquid that smells distinctly like antibacterial cleaning solution - used toys here will turn up in the toy display after having been washed as if in a dishwasher; yet a third button opens a chute next to the antibacterial cabinet, clearly meant for dirty laundry, with a tray extending underneath that offers a clean set of sheets.
[ hums and takes off his hat, tossing it aside to somewhere. he undoes his hair one handed as he tugs her along to the bed, dropping the kanzashi on the floor as well before tipping himself over onto the sheets and pulling her along with him ]
[ She doesn't resist the motion, but rather uses the momentum to help her mount both bed and man, straddling his waist with her knees stretched out to either side of his abdomen. If she stops and thinks about it, she might lose her nerve--so she doesn't let herself, leaning down to kiss him again, moving a hand to press against his shoulder for stability. ]
[ takes her face between his hands and closes his eyes as he kisses her back. he lets one hand trail down her figure to the hem of her shirt, slipping his gloves fingertips underneath to skim up her bare stomach ]
[ Her stomach shrinks away from his light, even ticklish touch with a quick breath through her nose. She re-opens her own eyes briefly so that she can see where the closures of his--shirt? robes? I'm not sure which he's wearing today. Point being, though, once she figures it out, she's closing her eyes again and working the front of the clothing covering his chest open as she continues to kiss him. ]
[She really has no idea how alluring she is being, her delicate hands soft and inviting. The bond between them might have started out as a punishment, of sorts. But he thoroughly enjoys the connection between them. It just... maybe is a little inconvenient in a moment like this, where she can feel the sort of effect she really does have on him. But he can tell, too, that she's just as content, inviting and happy as she invites him nearer.]
Then I am the luckiest person in the world. [Warm. He moves forward, at last, crawling up and onto the bed to sit beside her. Mirroring her actions from moments before, he gently brushes her bangs from her face, so that he can better see her eyes. They sparkle but are as deep as the ocean. It would be easy to lose himself staring into them all day.]
But master, you always have me.
[Reaching out he gently catches one of her hands again. Drawing her arm up he presses a soft kiss to the outside of her palm.]
Whenever or wherever all you ever need do is tell me. Because my favorite place is right here like this with you.
[ He lifts her hand back up to his cheek then to feel her gentle warmth, before lifting his claw delicately to her own. Softly, his thumb brushes along her lower lip. ]
Although I... feel jealous, too. My master was harmed during the events earlier today. And because of my foolishness and lack of realization, I am unable to kiss you how I would prefer, now...
[ B-Bold... but it's, well... it's certainly followed up with a blush. ]
Now I wish that I had been able to trade places with each one of them.
[ Being able to tell what they're going to each other--the affect they have on one another--that goes both ways. Her cheeks heat up a little when he talks about being unable to kiss her how he'd like to--how he wishes he could go back and trade places with her partners. ... And that's only a small portion of what his words do; there's a settling warmth and tightness in her belly, hearing him state that he wants her--so unequivocally and so boldly (For Haku, at any rate). ]
You don't need to be jealous of them, Haku. Just because I kissed all of them--that doesn't mean that I had feelings for all of them.
[ Although--they do need to talk about Wednesday. But later. ]
... And they certainly don't get to be here with me, like this.
[ She shifts her hand to run the pad of her thumb across his lower lip. ]
... You want to kiss me, is that it?
[ The question, and the look on her face--is almost shy, as much as the next sentence is bold. ]
... You can kiss me in ways none of those people can.
[ She reaches with her other hand behind his neck and draws him down toward her, toward the sheets to lie next to her. ]
[He can feel the way butterflies abruptly flutter in his stomach, a heady feeling sweeping through him as she draws him down to her upon the bed. They're near, her arm still wrapped about him and he shifts, his left hand settling loosely upon her waist. He swallows, trying and failing to still the way his blood pounds thick in his ears.
Fingers finding her curly locks his opposite hand threads through her hair. She's beautiful, the way she looks at him, a blush painting her pretty cheeks with color.]
Master...
[Devotion and love stir in his heart, reflected in his actions and eyes. Her permission to draw nearer and kiss her in ways that no one else would be allowed draws excitement and curiosity beneath the shy feelings upon the surface. His lips brush along her jaw before he rests his forehead to hers, and asks quietly.]
Then...tell me how and where you would like for me to kiss you.
[ She moves her face--rubbing her nose against his, then her cheek to his cheek, poising her lips next to his ear so that she can breathe her replies when she responds. ]
Here is nice.
[ She reaches out to stroke the skin directly underneath his ear--and for a moment, remembering--someone else she shouldn't have but did kiss there earlier today--she almost loses her composure, cheeks briefly flaring bright red with embarrassment. She quashes it--moving quickly to a spot lower on his neck, next to adam's apple, and caresses here too--trailing her fingers down to his collarbone. ]
It feels good here, too. ... And here.
[ She moves her hand over, to his shoulder--scooting the fabric of his shirt to the side so she can bare his skin to the air and her touch. ]
[ At some point in the evening, Hiryuu returns with several bags in hand, to the hotel--and then to the room that she and Haku are supposed to share. Her heart is a little unsteady, but her legs aren't shaking and her chin is set at a stubborn angle. She knows--and is prepared--for exactly what she wants to do tonight.
She opens the door and calls out, ]
I'm back.
[ Before shutting it behind her and walking confidently deeper into the room. ]
He startles when the door opens, nearly dropping a cup of tea held in hand. He catches it, thankfully, though his hand seems to be a little shaky. This was supposed to calm him down, but for some reason, he feels jittery now.
And he's drunk so much tea. So so much...
But he has prepared himself...! He showered and-- well he doesn't have anything particularly special to wear outside of what he has managed to procure in the short time he's been here, but it's clean even if it is within his own unit's style. He rises suddenly. ]
Master...! Welcome back home!
[ His heart is racing. He can feel it pounding in his chest and she can probably feel the nerves and excitement all mixed into one through the bond.]
Um... I made some tea...for you...
[ Here let him pour her some...! He'll pour some more for himself too.]
[ Of all of the things that Hiryuu expected to find when she arrived back home--"tea time, as directed by a frantic master of ceremonies" really wasn't high on the list. Aside from the cup held out to her, there's evidence that--a truly copious amount of tea has been brewed (and presumably drunk) by the amount of tea bags in the room's only trash can.
Although her mouth hangs wide open for several seconds, no sound comes out, and she doesn't move to take the teacup held out to her, either--it's almost like she's frozen there in the hallway.
And then, slowly, she sets her bags down and reaches for the cup. ]
How very thoughtful of you, Haku. Thank you. ... Is this what you've been doing while I've been gone this whole time?
Is it wrong? Should he have been doing something else? Persephone had said that tea was a good idea it was really calming, and-- ]
I also showered-- [ AH ] That is...! I thought tea would be calming for you... though perhaps I should have gotten some dessert to go with it, too...? This is an oversight, master, I apologize! Let me go get you something right away...!
[ He'd be hard-pressed to fit literal thousands of fantasies into one hour. ... Though perhaps not as hard as himself, pressing up against her between her thighs from where she'd ended up tugged on top of him. And if he wasn't hard yet, then certainly in the next moment when she purposefully ground her still-clothed sex against him so that he could feel the soft, inviting heat centimeters away--well. He would be.
Somewhere, distantly, there's a part of her that wonders if this is a good idea? He probably hadn't thought she'd take him up on it, however fast he switched gears. It might make parting more painful afterward. And there are a thousand things she hasn't told him yet, doesn't have the time to--but--he's kissing her again, as hungry as she is, telling her he was going to rip her clothes right off her body, and the words fill her ears like a spell that completely banishes those reasonably cautious thoughts and sends a fresh rush of heat between her legs.
Her tail lashes behind her as she parts the top of his traditional clothing with her hands so she can run access his chest and run her fingers up and down his muscles, teasing his scars as she moves her hips and knees more to jar his robes open--which is probably more provocative than productive in effect.
Her own clothes are still in danger, though. And they're a much more complicated mess. She can get them off, but not that fast. .... And although she's not actually opposed to the idea of him ripping them off her--well. She can't just allow him to think he can do whatever he wants. Right? She breaks the kiss this time, just long enough to breathily warn-- ]
[It was one thing to imagine it and another to experience it. He was the hardest he could ever remember being at the moment he teleported the two of them to her bedroom. The sensation of her grinding against him is so unique he can't help but instinctively rock back against her with a soft groan of relief. If even that felt so incredibly amazing, how delirious would the feeling of his cock finally buried within the warmth that awaited him make him feel?
He wanted her so badly, he could barely see straight. Hand sliding up her thigh, he sought the warmth of her skin beneath her skirt as her hands traveled his body like the unexplored territory it already was. ]
Is that a promise or a threat? Because I think I'd kind of like that.
[His mouth is captured by hers again and his hands grip her thighs tight as he debates how best to remove her clothing. Because they need to come off--and quick. There is only one option for him.
He uses both hands to indicate how serious he is and tears the seam of her panties, ripping them off in a single tug. He can feel the warmth and dampness in the fabric and seeks out the source. A slight shift of a wrist and his thumb is stroking the sensitive skin of the warm and slick folds, easily welcoming him inside.
He rips his mouth away from hers with a needy moan.]
How are you so wet for me?
[His plans and wants have already changed like the wind, and he quickly flips her onto her back, stocking clad feet thrown over his shoulders as he buries his head beneath her skirt and between her legs to feast. His tongue slides between the folds and inside her to devour every drop of desire he can gather. His moans are greedy and hungry as he takes his cock in hand and slowly strokes it as his tongue seeks out more and more of what he desires. He stops for only a moment but the words he says before returning to his mission are muffled but distinguishable.]
I might just die of happiness before I even get a chance to bury my cock in you the way I want.
[ Threat? Promise? Why not both? She'd follow through--but it turns out that's hard to do when first she's kissing him and then moaning as he starts to finger. A shudder ripples down her spine as he talks dirty to her, and before she knows it, he's managed to flip her over--and the little shriek in the back of her throat transforms into a mewl as he starts licking her. ]
Hak!
[ Her hips rise to meet his tongue, soft and warm and probing just the right places. Through hooded eyes she can just barely make out that he's touching himself as he does so. Her body throbs at the sight and sound of him--she really is as remarkably wet as he claims, body going into over-time with eagerness. How, though? Shouldn't it be obvious that ]
I want you. Hak, I want you so much.
[ Up until now her heels have been digging into the mattress as he gets his fill of her, but now she moves them, attempting to wrap her ankles around his broad, hunched back. With her left hand she reaches down, fumbling past her skirt's edge until she finds her grasping fingertips find the short, dark hair she's been seeking and then twists around it--tight, pulling on him, hard. She might be beneath him right now, but-- ]
You're mine. To use. Don't you dare die before you fuck me.
[His painful erection can't handle it. Grip tightening on his cock as she tells him how she wants him. Hips rocking against his face as he fucks her with his mouth and yanks him even closer by his hair.
But her words undo him completely, loudly groaning with intense release the painful throbbing as his seed spills all over the edge of her bed in time with his heartbeat. You're mine. No more truer words have ever been spoken.
Though he's cum for her already, he knows from experience that just being around her will not inhibit the strength of his erection. Too many times jacking off into a cold pond on nights where he had to share a tent with her, only to find himself just as horny and solid as a rock minutes later just from sleeping in the same room.
Two fingers replace his tongue as he slides up her body, his other hand taking the wrist of her hand in his hair and lowering it to touch his semi-erect penis. Hips bucking against her hand in time with his fingers in her vagina. Within her grasp, blood quickly fills his cock and within seconds he's just as hard as he was before he left his ejaculate on her bed. He's literally just took the edge off his overwhelming desire for her.]
Of course I'm yours. Look what you do to me. I'll never have enough.
[ Maybe she should be concerned that Hak can't get any peace from how badly he wants her? But it's such a turn on--she really can't think straight. She gently wraps her fingers that he's placed around his swelling sex into a loose grip and begins to languidly stroke him at a tempo that could be mistaken as slow due to inexperience--but is definitely intentional. After all these years of being bullied by him, it's time she replayed him just a little.
Her free hand she moves to his cheek as she dangles her face to his neck--flicking her tongue across his pulse point before settling her mouth next to his ear. ]
Good. I want you to want me. Whether it's me touching you like this--or when you close your eyes and touch yourself later-- I want you to think of how hard I make you. How wet you make me.
[ Speaking of which--his fingers are soaked from her sex by now, and a soft heady musk has begun to permeate the air between them--although frankly he's already had his nose and mouth full of the stuff, so perhaps he can't quite appreciate her body trying to signal to him her readiness even at a distance. But that's okay--she has other ways to get that point across.
She licks him again, longer, dragging her tongue in a warm wet line from the crook of his neck to his Adam's apple, ever-so-slightly tightening her grip on his cock but keeping the pace slow--and avoiding the tip. He's probably going to come again before he gets inside her--but not yet. ]
Is this what you want, Hak? Where do you want me to lick? Where do you want me to bite you?
[ This time she grazes the points of her canines against his throat as she drags her lips back down to the crook of his neck. ]
Should I leave it where everyone can see it? So they know you're mine, too?
[ Except it's not easy for him either. It's a topic that he's avoided speaking about even to her, if he was being honest with himself. Regret. Pain. Confusion. Betrayal. Loss. The emotions are all raw and swirling. Maybe some of it is fear that they were going to hit a memory that he can't handle. ]
Maybe the lack of memories is good in this case. I don't know what you do and don't know, but I can't imagine...
[ He sighs, trailing off. Knowing he's just trying to delay the inevitable. ]
You were there. Witnessed Soo won murder your father by his own hand.
There was a coup to put in him power. They tried to murder you too.
[ Of all the things she'd expected to hear--that wasn't it. Not even close. She freezes, and it feels like--her body goes hot and cold and there's a ringing in her ears. A sinking in her stomach.
No. She can't believe that. ]
That's impossible. Soo-won, he's--he's dead.
[ He wouldn't do that. Of all the people in the world who would hate her father--who would destroy him--who would upend both their lives--not Soo-won. ]
[ How many times has Hak wished for his death since that day? So many. But he knows she's in denial right now about it and it will take awhile to sink in.]
He's the King of Kouka. He's very much alive.
[ He knows she's in shock and so he takes thinks as slowly from this point as he can. It's out there for her to process as needed. ]
[ Hiryuu lifts the sulking, sad dragon to her face, trying to make eye-contact with him. ]
Levi. I'm not that angry.
[ The wounds aren't that deep--probably. They can take care of it and--well, if he could remember, Hak would probably say he's had worse. In any case-- ]
I know right now--things are hard and you're not yourself. I'm sorry I was so harsh. Please don't run away.
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For Yasuragi, Day 55
The room itself is metallic, just as the rest of the dorm is. At the center of the room is the oasis of soft comfort in the sea of metal: a giant, circular bed that could easily fit a whole unit if there was a demand for it, with heart shaped pillows and white sheets. Next to it is a slender control panel with several buttons: one pushes up a trap compartment from the floor, where toys can stored on display like a surgeon's tool tray, though there are no toys stored here yet; one opens up a cabinet from the wall, full of liquid that smells distinctly like antibacterial cleaning solution - used toys here will turn up in the toy display after having been washed as if in a dishwasher; yet a third button opens a chute next to the antibacterial cabinet, clearly meant for dirty laundry, with a tray extending underneath that offers a clean set of sheets.
The entire room is soundproof. ]
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For Haku, Evening/Night 125
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Then I am the luckiest person in the world. [Warm. He moves forward, at last, crawling up and onto the bed to sit beside her. Mirroring her actions from moments before, he gently brushes her bangs from her face, so that he can better see her eyes. They sparkle but are as deep as the ocean. It would be easy to lose himself staring into them all day.]
But master, you always have me.
[Reaching out he gently catches one of her hands again. Drawing her arm up he presses a soft kiss to the outside of her palm.]
Whenever or wherever all you ever need do is tell me. Because my favorite place is right here like this with you.
[ He lifts her hand back up to his cheek then to feel her gentle warmth, before lifting his claw delicately to her own. Softly, his thumb brushes along her lower lip. ]
Although I... feel jealous, too. My master was harmed during the events earlier today. And because of my foolishness and lack of realization, I am unable to kiss you how I would prefer, now...
[ B-Bold... but it's, well... it's certainly followed up with a blush. ]
Now I wish that I had been able to trade places with each one of them.
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You don't need to be jealous of them, Haku. Just because I kissed all of them--that doesn't mean that I had feelings for all of them.
[ Although--they do need to talk about Wednesday. But later. ]
... And they certainly don't get to be here with me, like this.
[ She shifts her hand to run the pad of her thumb across his lower lip. ]
... You want to kiss me, is that it?
[ The question, and the look on her face--is almost shy, as much as the next sentence is bold. ]
... You can kiss me in ways none of those people can.
[ She reaches with her other hand behind his neck and draws him down toward her, toward the sheets to lie next to her. ]
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Fingers finding her curly locks his opposite hand threads through her hair. She's beautiful, the way she looks at him, a blush painting her pretty cheeks with color.]
Master...
[Devotion and love stir in his heart, reflected in his actions and eyes. Her permission to draw nearer and kiss her in ways that no one else would be allowed draws excitement and curiosity beneath the shy feelings upon the surface. His lips brush along her jaw before he rests his forehead to hers, and asks quietly.]
Then...tell me how and where you would like for me to kiss you.
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Here is nice.
[ She reaches out to stroke the skin directly underneath his ear--and for a moment, remembering--someone else she shouldn't have but did kiss there earlier today--she almost loses her composure, cheeks briefly flaring bright red with embarrassment. She quashes it--moving quickly to a spot lower on his neck, next to adam's apple, and caresses here too--trailing her fingers down to his collarbone. ]
It feels good here, too. ... And here.
[ She moves her hand over, to his shoulder--scooting the fabric of his shirt to the side so she can bare his skin to the air and her touch. ]
During Hellcation
She opens the door and calls out, ]
I'm back.
[ Before shutting it behind her and walking confidently deeper into the room. ]
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He startles when the door opens, nearly dropping a cup of tea held in hand. He catches it, thankfully, though his hand seems to be a little shaky. This was supposed to calm him down, but for some reason, he feels jittery now.
And he's drunk so much tea. So so much...
But he has prepared himself...! He showered and-- well he doesn't have anything particularly special to wear outside of what he has managed to procure in the short time he's been here, but it's clean even if it is within his own unit's style. He rises suddenly. ]
Master...! Welcome back home!
[ His heart is racing. He can feel it pounding in his chest and she can probably feel the nerves and excitement all mixed into one through the bond.]
Um... I made some tea...for you...
[ Here let him pour her some...! He'll pour some more for himself too.]
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Although her mouth hangs wide open for several seconds, no sound comes out, and she doesn't move to take the teacup held out to her, either--it's almost like she's frozen there in the hallway.
And then, slowly, she sets her bags down and reaches for the cup. ]
How very thoughtful of you, Haku. Thank you. ... Is this what you've been doing while I've been gone this whole time?
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Is it wrong? Should he have been doing something else? Persephone had said that tea was a good idea it was really calming, and-- ]
I also showered-- [ AH ] That is...! I thought tea would be calming for you... though perhaps I should have gotten some dessert to go with it, too...? This is an oversight, master, I apologize! Let me go get you something right away...!
[ HE'LL GO GET DESSERT ]
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if he leaves to her dessert (that she doesn't even want) she'll have an even tougher time trying to get to the heart of the matter. ]
That's not what I meant! Your preparations are fine, but--Haku, are you scared?!
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Day 183, for Hak
[ He'd be hard-pressed to fit literal thousands of fantasies into one hour. ... Though perhaps not as hard as himself, pressing up against her between her thighs from where she'd ended up tugged on top of him. And if he wasn't hard yet, then certainly in the next moment when she purposefully ground her still-clothed sex against him so that he could feel the soft, inviting heat centimeters away--well. He would be.
Somewhere, distantly, there's a part of her that wonders if this is a good idea? He probably hadn't thought she'd take him up on it, however fast he switched gears. It might make parting more painful afterward. And there are a thousand things she hasn't told him yet, doesn't have the time to--but--he's kissing her again, as hungry as she is, telling her he was going to rip her clothes right off her body, and the words fill her ears like a spell that completely banishes those reasonably cautious thoughts and sends a fresh rush of heat between her legs.
Her tail lashes behind her as she parts the top of his traditional clothing with her hands so she can run access his chest and run her fingers up and down his muscles, teasing his scars as she moves her hips and knees more to jar his robes open--which is probably more provocative than productive in effect.
Her own clothes are still in danger, though. And they're a much more complicated mess. She can get them off, but not that fast. .... And although she's not actually opposed to the idea of him ripping them off her--well. She can't just allow him to think he can do whatever he wants. Right? She breaks the kiss this time, just long enough to breathily warn-- ]
I'll bite you.
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He wanted her so badly, he could barely see straight. Hand sliding up her thigh, he sought the warmth of her skin beneath her skirt as her hands traveled his body like the unexplored territory it already was. ]
Is that a promise or a threat? Because I think I'd kind of like that.
[His mouth is captured by hers again and his hands grip her thighs tight as he debates how best to remove her clothing. Because they need to come off--and quick. There is only one option for him.
He uses both hands to indicate how serious he is and tears the seam of her panties, ripping them off in a single tug. He can feel the warmth and dampness in the fabric and seeks out the source. A slight shift of a wrist and his thumb is stroking the sensitive skin of the warm and slick folds, easily welcoming him inside.
He rips his mouth away from hers with a needy moan.]
How are you so wet for me?
[His plans and wants have already changed like the wind, and he quickly flips her onto her back, stocking clad feet thrown over his shoulders as he buries his head beneath her skirt and between her legs to feast. His tongue slides between the folds and inside her to devour every drop of desire he can gather. His moans are greedy and hungry as he takes his cock in hand and slowly strokes it as his tongue seeks out more and more of what he desires. He stops for only a moment but the words he says before returning to his mission are muffled but distinguishable.]
I might just die of happiness before I even get a chance to bury my cock in you the way I want.
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Hak!
[ Her hips rise to meet his tongue, soft and warm and probing just the right places. Through hooded eyes she can just barely make out that he's touching himself as he does so. Her body throbs at the sight and sound of him--she really is as remarkably wet as he claims, body going into over-time with eagerness. How, though? Shouldn't it be obvious that ]
I want you. Hak, I want you so much.
[ Up until now her heels have been digging into the mattress as he gets his fill of her, but now she moves them, attempting to wrap her ankles around his broad, hunched back. With her left hand she reaches down, fumbling past her skirt's edge until she finds her grasping fingertips find the short, dark hair she's been seeking and then twists around it--tight, pulling on him, hard. She might be beneath him right now, but-- ]
You're mine. To use. Don't you dare die before you fuck me.
[ Or at all frankly. ]
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But her words undo him completely, loudly groaning with intense release the painful throbbing as his seed spills all over the edge of her bed in time with his heartbeat. You're mine. No more truer words have ever been spoken.
Though he's cum for her already, he knows from experience that just being around her will not inhibit the strength of his erection. Too many times jacking off into a cold pond on nights where he had to share a tent with her, only to find himself just as horny and solid as a rock minutes later just from sleeping in the same room.
Two fingers replace his tongue as he slides up her body, his other hand taking the wrist of her hand in his hair and lowering it to touch his semi-erect penis. Hips bucking against her hand in time with his fingers in her vagina. Within her grasp, blood quickly fills his cock and within seconds he's just as hard as he was before he left his ejaculate on her bed. He's literally just took the edge off his overwhelming desire for her.]
Of course I'm yours. Look what you do to me. I'll never have enough.
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Her free hand she moves to his cheek as she dangles her face to his neck--flicking her tongue across his pulse point before settling her mouth next to his ear. ]
Good. I want you to want me. Whether it's me touching you like this--or when you close your eyes and touch yourself later-- I want you to think of how hard I make you. How wet you make me.
[ Speaking of which--his fingers are soaked from her sex by now, and a soft heady musk has begun to permeate the air between them--although frankly he's already had his nose and mouth full of the stuff, so perhaps he can't quite appreciate her body trying to signal to him her readiness even at a distance. But that's okay--she has other ways to get that point across.
She licks him again, longer, dragging her tongue in a warm wet line from the crook of his neck to his Adam's apple, ever-so-slightly tightening her grip on his cock but keeping the pace slow--and avoiding the tip. He's probably going to come again before he gets inside her--but not yet. ]
Is this what you want, Hak? Where do you want me to lick? Where do you want me to bite you?
[ This time she grazes the points of her canines against his throat as she drags her lips back down to the crook of his neck. ]
Should I leave it where everyone can see it? So they know you're mine, too?
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SHIT I thought I had responded to this!! three days... I was waiting... and it was my turn. orz.
haha I wondered
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Haku, Post-GM Day 180
I never said it was going to be easy. Whatever it is that you have to say--you should just say it. The longer you draw it out, the scarier it is.
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Maybe the lack of memories is good in this case. I don't know what you do and don't know, but I can't imagine...
[ He sighs, trailing off. Knowing he's just trying to delay the inevitable. ]
You were there. Witnessed Soo won murder your father by his own hand.
There was a coup to put in him power. They tried to murder you too.
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No. She can't believe that. ]
That's impossible. Soo-won, he's--he's dead.
[ He wouldn't do that. Of all the people in the world who would hate her father--who would destroy him--who would upend both their lives--not Soo-won. ]
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He's the King of Kouka. He's very much alive.
[ He knows she's in shock and so he takes thinks as slowly from this point as he can. It's out there for her to process as needed. ]
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Haku & Levi, Day 178
[ Hiryuu lifts the sulking, sad dragon to her face, trying to make eye-contact with him. ]
Levi. I'm not that angry.
[ The wounds aren't that deep--probably. They can take care of it and--well, if he could remember, Hak would probably say he's had worse. In any case-- ]
I know right now--things are hard and you're not yourself. I'm sorry I was so harsh. Please don't run away.