jikan_rpg | Strictly biz, don't play around. [semi-open]

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Strictly biz, don't play around. [semi-open]

⌛ Who: Dohalim and y'all
⌛ What: November Event Catch-all
⌛ When: November
⌛ Where: Hakone
⌛ Warnings: Smuuuuut smut smut. but other warnings will be updated if needed

Legend of Doggo: Breath of the Doge

[maybe it was curiosity in the task itself, or perhaps he was intrigued by the rewards gained if he were to actually succeed. Like he could say no to a treasure from this world; Dohalim probably won’t find the need to use it, but it would be a nice piece to have in the house as a decoration.

Yes, he’s turning into one of those house owners.

However. Maybe it was his hubris leading him into this, having just a little too much confidence in his skills to take on the Dodongo alone. He isn’t sure how long he’d been fighting the damned lizard creature; even the toughest zeugles in Dahna weren’t as bad as this one is. But he’s still trying to put up a fight, his rod clutched in his hands as he tries to look for an opening, dodging right before it strikes.

Maybe give him a hand here…]

Enchanted Bathwater

[he’d been to a few fancy bathhouses and hot springs in his time; being in his sort of position had allowed him such luxuries to indulge in. however, as he’d quickly noticed, there was no drink service like he’s used to, and nearly committing a faux pas of trying to catch a staff person’s attention, he’d just settled into one of the more public springs.

He must have missed the sign warning about the effects of the vortex of time; the next thing he knows, not only does he look like an actual child, but he’ll be going around to every kid in the pool and introducing himself. Usually, his parents won’t let him talk to those who obviously are not of noble liege, but his parents aren’t here right???? He’s gonna go make some friends]

Hi-- Oh, um-- [no, that isn’t how he should be speaking, where are his manners] Hello. Would you mind the company? [the child-like wonder in his eyes look like they’re almost begging yes]

Unlimited Thirst Works [locked to Red Wine]

[now, he’s not one to be driven by money by any stretch of the imagination. Really, he should have taken the bracelet off once the glitch was discovered and subsequently fixed. But… maybe like with the dodongo, curiosity got the better of him (wasn’t there a saying that it killed the cat…), and he kept it on, just to see what would happen.

Big mistake.

It started out bearable at first, something Dohalim could ignore, for the most part. But that, of course, didn’t last too long. As the kizuna effects really start to settle in, he can feel himself get increasingly more… well, possessive is probably the right word for it. He’d already claimed Allen as his own (which, really, he didn’t seem like he minded in the slightest), but… he’d left to go do… Whatever it is he needed doing. However, this isn’t sitting too well with Dohalim, and it’s showing ever so slightly, even though he’s trying not to let it show on his face. Namely the yellow hyacinths weaved in his hair and his eyes gleaming an emerald green; it seems the kizuna had chosen to show itself in forms of flowers (’Again with the flowers in my hair,’ he finds musing to himself, but not minding it too much).

But, he’ll try to ignore those effects (very poorly), by busying himself with a cup of tea. But when he looks up and sees Red Wine, his eyes look almost like gemstones as they glow. Honestly, it does take a lot of him not to jump over the table and take him then and there.

It’s a matter of decorum he has to uphold, after all, despite the heat in between his legs growing ever warmer and ever harder. He nods to the other man as he continues to busy himself with his tea]

Red Wine.

Unlimited Thirst Works [open] (Daikoh)

[it’s still a hunger he can’t seem to satisfy, a thirst he just can’t seem to quench. By all means, he really should be feeling absolutely spent, weak kneed, and unable to move. It has to be the damn bracelet; really, he should take it off. Is any sort of monetary value worth this? Some could probably argue it.

Even in his own arguments, he still doesn’t take it off. Even as the yellow hyacinths bloom in his hair, weaving through his wavy locks, he still doesn’t take it off.

But he’ll be shuffling among the hot springs, the warmth from the thermal baths and his own body heat that he just can’t seem to cool down melding together. It’s too hot. But… it’s also like he’s not doing anything about it. In fact, he does the exact opposite, as he pins the nearest person to him against the wall, emerald green eyes replacing his usual warm amber alight with desire, and… something else. Something akin to possessiveness, the need to claim one as his own]

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[A sharp huff of air escapes through his nose when Dohalim pushes up against him like that. It's--

Gods, its...

His head goes back easily, pale throat exposed. The question makes him shudder.]

Not-- [His voice is shaking. He tries again.] Not entirely. [Though it would really be more for Dohalim than himself. Not his kind of thing really. He prefers the intimacy of a private space.

He's gripping Dohalim's hips hard, fingertips digging through the fabric of his clothes.]

But-- [Hard to speak. The words feel like honey stuck in his throat and he's so hot, suddenly.] Opposed enough to not-- be s... supportive of non-consensual voyeurism.

Hm... I suppose you are right.

[he does have a little more class than that, even under the effects of kizuna magic. but hearing Red Wine's words catch in his throat... so vastly different than their last encounter.

perhaps he should return the favour.

he keeps Red Wine pinned to him, his cock pressed hard against the other man now through his yukata; it's a burning need for release, but... he'd rather toy with Red Wine for a little bit, first. he presses his lips against his throat, oddly gentle given how Dohalim's currently holding the man]

But I do have to wonder... How long would you be able to last if I keep holding you like this?

[Red Wine shudders again, every muscle seeming to quake under the strength of it. It's-- strange. He doesn't understand why he's reacting like this. Though he does undeniably prefer being the one being pursued, this is... different.

He can feel Dohalim's cock through both his own clothes and the other man's, and he wonders how long he had been sitting here trying to rein himself in and maintain his control. His throat bobs slightly against the lips pressed to it and he lets out a soft, breathy gasp of laughter at the question.]

I expect-- [Breathe in, breathe out.] ... Longer than you managed to last when I fucked you, Do.

[the sound Dohalim lets out is something akin to a growl, as he bites down sharply against Red Wine's neck. really now, is that the game he wants to play?

alright then.

sliding his hand down from Red Wine's back, cupping his palm against his ass and angling the both of them so Dohalim could keep just the right angle in between Red Wine's legs]

I suppose... I suppose you would like that again, hm? To watch me unravel before your very eyes, to rip out uncouth curses from my lips?

Oh, like you wouldn't believe... [He hisses then, hips jerking forwards almost entirely out of his control. The bite at his neck stings, has him grabbing a handful of the back of Dohalim's yukata, digging his nails in again.]

And I know you'd like it, too.

[He might enjoy being fucked more than being the one on top but that doesn't mean he's just going to lay back and take it. He's not going to make this easy.]

But I think-- I'd like to see what you're capable of instead... this time.

Edited 2021-11-16 20:27 (UTC)

Is that so...

[Dohalim hums for a moment, as if considering something, before suddenly letting Red Wine go. he steps back and adjusts his yukata; there's only subtle evidence of how turned on he is right now.

really, he's surprised he still has this much self control, but it may just be the fact that Dohalim does want a bit more privacy for the both of them. as lewd as his words are, and as much as he doesn't mind putting his pretty things on display for people to see, Red Wine does bring up a good point. oh well]

You are mine for tonight, then.

[and possibly longer than that, but really, who knows what'll happen. but there really isn't a question to that; as far as he's concerned, Red Wine really is his now.

reaching out again, Dohalim takes the man's hand and basically yanks him to the direction of his room, now more impatient than before. self control is still something he very much wants to upkeep, but he supposes, since Red Wine is offering, he's willing to let his inhibitions go for a night, and give in to whatever this magic is]

[The possessive phrase sweeps through Red Wine like a giddy rush, and though he had been self-consciously adjusting his crumpled cravat before Dohalim had grabbed his hand he doesn't resist the hard tug that has him immediately stepping after the other man.

This magic is--...

Well, Red Wine usually dislikes a loss of control. He has spent two centuries very finely honing his. But he can trust Dohalim, can't he? Even like this, he doesn't think the man would do anything to endanger either of them. It seems that this is simply the way things are between them. That pushing of boundaries, limits, even so far as to press the other to what almost feels like madness.

Gods, why does it feel so exciting?

He isn't sure, only that he's growing increasingly eager the longer they're close to each other.

So he follows, buzzing with the anticipation of what Dohalim might have in store.]

[it does go without saying that Dohalim intends to take care of Red Wine. after all, he's returning the favour, and it just wouldn't do to break his possessions, so to speak. but it doesn't mean he won't rough them up a little. and he hasn't heard Red Wine say anything against it, but that also might be kizuna taking over. or maybe he really does want it. who knows, really.

basically shoving the other man into his room and shutting the door behind him, Dohalim wastes absolutely no time pulling Red Wine into a heated kiss, almost as if trying to devour him, busy hands touching all parts of his body before coming to rest on his ass again, pulling their hips together. heat spreads throughout his body as he finally starts to let himself go.

as he pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily, the next words he speaks are mired with lust, deep with the austerity one would expect from a lord]

Tell me... How will you serve your lord?

[Best not refer to Red Wine as a possession out loud there Dohalim, or it could really put a dampener on things.

But he has absolutely no problems with being roughed up a little bit. Dohalim could leave all the marks on him that he wanted for all he cared right now and he steps after the other man quickly until he's being pushed into a room and grabbed, pulled into another heated kiss.

He responds readily - greedily, even - as Dohalim's hands set his entire body on fire. He's panting softly when the other man pulls away, pupils blown and eyes widening slightly at the question.]

What do you wish of me? [Red Wine asks, amazed at how steady his voice sounds when he speaks when he feels like he's about to buzz right out of his skin if Dohalim doesn't kiss him again.

How will he serve? He'll do anything.]

[not that he would actually say it, or allude to it, so Red Wine, if he had any inkling of the thought, shouldn't worry.

Dohalim hums to himself as he pulls away completely, crossing his arms over his chest. he couldn't just indulge the man all in one go, after all. a hand comes up to rest his chin in his fingers as he looks over Red Wine, thinking of what to do. his own skin is burning in the heat of desire, not wanting anything more than to touch every part of Red Wine he can]

What do I wish, indeed...

[walking around him, almost like an animal circling its prey, Dohalim stops behind him before pulling him flush against him again. a hand comes to play with the cravat, deft fingers tucking into the folds of the fabric, trying to undo it. his other hand slides further down, cupping Red Wine's growing hardness, gently kneading at it. leaning in, Dohalim mutters softly in his ear]

Will you let me do what you did to me? Unravel you with every single one of my touches, until you completely open yourself up to me? Or... [he gently swipes his tongue along Red Wine's earlobe; yes, he hasn't forgotten about that] Shall I use my mouth to bring you to climax over and over again?

[Dohalim circles him, and he isn't entirely sure that he likes that but he keeps an eye on him and doesn't turn his body, only his head and the track of his gaze until Dohalim passes his shoulder. Then he listens, the words sinking into him like tingling excitement, and there's a softly indrawn hiss of air when he's abruptly pulled back against the other man.

Fingers at his cravat. Fumbling, he thinks after a moment or two. It takes some concentration around the hand at the front of his trousers for him to tug the cravat free himself with an easy motion then he's gripping Dohalim's wrist, not moving his arm but not letting him move it, either as his hips twitch into the kneading pressure.

And he listens, but it's the attention to his ear that has him standing a little more to attention. He shudders, breathing out a quiet but ragged-sounding gasp.]

I'd let you.

[He shifts, turns himself just enough so he can look Dohalim in the eyes and tease a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

You can do anything you want with me, Lord Dohalim il Qaras.

[it's that reaction that gets Dohalim smiling softly into the kiss, almost grinning a Cheshire smile. ah, so Red Wine's ears really are sensitive--

oh, but hearing his name with his title, though. usually not one to indulge in the title on most occasions (only when necessary or convenient), and especially with the weight it carried... just how the other man says it sends a shiver down his spine. he shifts his head to murmur in Red Wine's ear again]

That is a very precarious offer. Truly dangerous. To give me such freedoms... Are you that desperate for me?

[he punctuates every pause with a nip on his earlobe, just to see how riled up he can make him. with his neck free, Dohalim lets his fingers brush against the smooth skin. he wonders how long Red Wine can last just with these touches alone. honestly, he temptation to bend the man over the first surface he can and fuck him hard is almost too much for him to hold back on, but... this is fun, to tease the man in promises of what's to eventually come]

Mmh.

[Tease. Ugh.

But he chuckles, tilting his head slightly against the attention. Dohalim hasn't hit on the more sensitive parts yet - anyone might like having their earlobe nipped like that and Red Wine isn't an exception. It's only the anticipation of more that provokes a stronger response.]

If I might be so bold as to remind you, my lord. [Red Wine says then, a certain breathiness in his voice.] It was you who dragged me in here... Are you sure I'm the one who is desperate?

[His dark eyes glint slightly, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth.]

I don't fear you. But I may start to think you don't want me, if you keep talking like that.

[oh. honestly, Dohalim ins't sure what he likes more: the idea of submission from Red Wine, or the fact that he's this... punchy. he'll admit, it'll be more fun to break him down this way, to stop that mouth from running off that challenging tone...]

You are being so bold.

[pulling himself and his hands away, he steps around Red Wine again, before pushing him down to the floor by his shoulder. he'll just have to put that mouth to better use, it seems]

On your knees, Red Wine.

You like it.

[He purrs the words out as Dohalim moves away from him and he understands the intention of the hand on his shoulder a moment before the pressure against it. The token resistance he puts up before he kneels, never taking his eyes off the other man's, is as if to put forward the fact that he would certainly not kneel if he didn't wish to.

Red Wine may let Dohalim have the reins here but he will not let him forget just who he's dealing with.

One knee hits the floor first, and he shifts to lower the other. He looks up with a challenge in his eyes, as if baiting the man.]

Yes, my lord.

[oh, Dohalim won't deny that he enjoys the talkback from Red Wine. it makes things more interesting, but at the same time, he's also talking too much.

combing his hand through Red Wine's hair again, he pulls back on it again, tilting his head back to get a better look at those deep red irises. they really are beautiful, like precious garnets under the light. oh, how he can't wait to see them darkened with lust and desire.

Dohalim's free hand undoes the obi of his yukata (which is... infinitely easier to undo than his old regalia), letting it fall open. he doesn't say anything, but just looks at the other man expectantly, as his cock presses tightly against his undergarments]

[His eyes only briefly move from Dohalim's face when he unfastens the obi, but otherwise he's watching every flicker that passes across his expression with a steady gaze. He is very aware of that hand in his hair and feels a pulse of arousal run through him at that expectant look.

So that's how it's to be, is it?

He grins sharply enough to show off his pointed canines then lifts both hands to free Dohalim's shaft from the fabric. Nothing he hasn't seen before at this point, but he does take a moment to admire it before he leans in and runs his tongue slowly across the head. A soft breath later and he's taking the length into his mouth, letting his eyes fall closed and taking it in gradually.

Should Dohalim try to push his head without warning he'll find a solid resistance to it, and get the softest of threats in the form of Red's teeth momentarily brushing over the skin.]

[feeling the warm wetness of Red Wine's tongue against the head pulls a soft sigh out of Dohalim as his fist tightens its hold in his hair. he's just as pretty as the last time he's seen Red Wine's mouth around his cock, but now he's more or less in a headspace clear enough to appreciate the beauty of it. to watch someone as gorgeous as Red Wine, on his knees, servicing him is a sight to behold.

now, he'll let Red Wine take his time as he takes his entire length in his mouth; the last thing Dohalim wants is for the other man to choke (unless he asks for it, of course), but the temptation is there for him to shove his cock down Red Wine's throat. he knows the man can take him completely, he's already done it before, but... Dohalim supposes he could be considerate.

after all, he'll be bringing the man to ruin later, anyway. and it wouldn't do to wreck his throat so he can't hear Red Wine scream as he's brought to climax]

[It does take a certain amount of trust when you've seen how sharp his canine teeth are to put something so sensitive in along with them. Dohalim had hardly been in any state to judge it the last time, but this time he definitely saw.

He has taken the whole of it before and he can do it again, though there is a certain amount of daring teasing that goes on before he finally does it this time. Red Wine braces both hands lightly against the tops of Dohalim's thighs, a tiny frown furrowing his brows together as he fights his gag reflex and lets out a soft but entirely obscene sound around the other man's cock.

There's a brief tightening of his throat as he swallows then he draws back a little to take a breath, immediately taking him back in. His tongue presses up against the underside, sliding along it and the against the tip each time he draws back.]

[it would be easy, just to hold Red Wine's head in place as he unforgivingly fucked his mouth, but Dohalim, as much as he has the upper hand here, so to speak, keeps himself reeled in. it proves to be a task, however, as he can feel the tightness around his cock as the other man swallows around the head. he almost growls at him to move before he can feel himself being pulled out of the warm wetness of his mouth, before taken back in. and that tongue...]

Mm, good...

[his voice is low, but soft, in contrast with the sharp grip he has in Red Wine's hair. as much as he tries to keep his hips still, every so often, he can't help but jerk them forward, just to get a little more of himself into Red Wine's mouth. the look on his face, while one of possessiveness, also holds an admiration of sorts, that someone as beautiful as the man kneeling down in front of him is performing such lewd acts. really, he considers himself lucky to be treated to such a show]

[It would be easy, but it would certainly not be the polite thing to do and nor would it be something that the prideful Food Soul would tolerate even in his current condition. He seems content enough to move himself, taking the man's length deep into his mouth and sucking gently along the shaft each time he draws his head back.

And, of course, there are the sounds he makes. Soft and held in the back of his throat to hum and buzz around the tip of Dohalim's cock each time he swallows him down.

For the most part he keeps his eyes lowered, but now and then he'll look up at meet Dohalim's gaze with his own dark, heated one. The deep red of his irises is flecked with amber now. He can be good. He can be better than good.]

[well, even with the heat to consider, at least Dohalim is a man of manners, and will let Red Wine take the time he needs. which, as agonising as it is to watch the man when all he wants to do is fuck him into the futon, Dohalim has to remind himself that good things come to those who wait. at least he gets a show out of it.

and those sounds... like a lewd symphony of pleasure, truly music to his ears. never mind the vibrations felt from the head of his cock down the shaft. it serves to pull a soft moan from his throat; he lets go of the dark purple locks of hair in favour of brushing them away from Red Wine's face so he can get a better view. the look in his eyes, along with the amber speckled within the bordeaux red gets him to shiver slightly]

Beautiful. You're absolutely beautiful.

[as sharp as his voice is, it's undeniable that he is more than enjoying all of this. fingers brush along Red Wine's ears again, wanting to hear more of those sounds, wanting to tease the man more]

[He pulls away in time to softly gasp out a breath and lean his head a little into the light touch of Dohalim's fingertips. Red Wine brushes his lips down the side of the man's hard length, a smile curving at the corners.]

Oh, I know.

[The man is well aware of his aesthetic qualities, thank you very much. He takes a deep breath in, out, settling himself more well-balanced on his knees, and he slides his slim fingers over Dohalim's hips.]

Shall I continue?

[and they're aesthetic qualities that Dohalim very much appreciates, and honestly, if he were in a more normal state of mind, he'd count the many lucky stars that he'd been able to see all of Red Wine more than once. he would wax poetic on his beauty, tell him in more ways in words and actions just much he revels in the other man's company.

but he's not exactly in a sound state of mind. no, that heat is gnawing at him, driving him forward. what he wants to do is not appreciate Red Wine's body, but desecrate it. there's a darkened look in his eyes, as he looks down at him, a small smile creeping up on his face; one that looks possessive]

Yes, go ahead.

Mm.

[He doesn't mind. Just as the first time they had been together Red Wine seems content to allow himself to become exactly what his partner wishes him to be. Right now, if a willing submissive is what Dohalim desires... well, Red Wine can do that, though he will always inevitably add a little spice to such things.

For now, he takes the command for what it is and sucks on the head of Dohalim's cock for a moment, teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. He takes the full length of it into his mouth with ease, closing his eyes as he feels the strain in his throat. He makes a few soft sounds, breathing in through his nose as he moves his head.

Gods. He wants this inside him. He wonders, hazily, how much Dohalim will want to ruin him before he gives him that.]

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