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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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[Red Wine has spent a good amount of his existence doing mercenary work and isn't a stranger to doing potentially questionable things for money (within reason), but after some consideration he had decided that scientific experiments weren't something within his range of interests. Good thing too, he had thought when he heard about the unfortunate glitch.

He isn't looking for Dohalim when he finds him, but he recognises immediately that the man is... distracted (not quite the word? He can't put his finger on the right word to use).]

Hello, sweetheart.

[Despite the lack of kizuna affecting is own body there is an undeniable spark of excitement at being looked at like that. It settles immediately between his thighs and makes the tips of his ears prick up as he rests one hand on the table beside Dohalim's cup and leans down slightly.]

You're looking rather radiant at the moment. The flowers suit you.

[ah, but helping pave the way for scientific research can be rewarding! however, this may or may not be one of those times.

watching the man approach him and lean down, Dohalim reaches up to his own hair to pluck a single bloom, holding it with his thumb and forefinger, in between the both of them]

Yellow hyacinth... Do you know what they mean in the language of flowers?

[Dohalim speaks slowly, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. but it's proving to be almost too difficult, especially when he moves to tuck the bloom behind Red Wine's ear, letting his fingers brush along it. oh, to pull this man into his lap and ravish him here, to take him completely, in front of everyone...

but no, there's a lesson to be had here, first]

[Ah--...

His head twitches slightly as if to pull himself away from the touch against his ear and a small frown tugs at his expression as he stands up straighter to move himself out of Dohalim's reach. But now his ear is tingling, and he raises his hand to touch the flower that had been tucked behind it.]

Jealousy. [Red Wine murmurs, and it's not just his ear that's tingling now. It runs immediately rampant through his entire body, flushing him with warmth and an obvious blush of colour rises to his cheeks.

What in the name of--..?]

... What did you just do to me?

Ah, so you are versed in flower language.

[a casual deflection of Red Wine's question? absolutely. mostly because he doesn't know either, mostly unaware that his own kizuna is affecting the other man. all he does know is that he won't be able to last much longer, very much needing that contact.

standing slowly, and as steadily has he can, both hands reach up to Red Wine's cravat, using it to tug him close. with the yukata he has on, it's hard to miss the bulging heat coming from in between his legs. the contact isn't enough, it won't be enough until Dohalim has him naked under him]

As for what I have done... Unfortunately... That is not an answer I have for you.

[Red Wine watches, swaying a little in place as Dohalim stands up. He doesn't resist the grip near his throat - he's used to that - or being pulled in closer to the other man.

And he's... trembling, suddenly, as his long ears visibly drop and his pupils blow wide. His hands are loose by his sides and he lifts them up to place both of them at Dohalim's waist. Red Wine isn't given to public displays of affection beyond a kiss, usually, but he thinks he might not actually protest too much if Dohalim threw him across a table.

He shakes his head quickly to rid himself of that thought and though it doesn't quite dislodge, it retreats enough that he doesn't find the idea too palatable.]

You're... [Mumbled. He swallows.] ... Turnabout is fair play, don't you think..?

Perhaps.

[he lets a hand go from the fabric around Red Wine's neck in favour of sliding it down to the small of his back, before closing whatever little distance they had left between them. he nudges his thigh between Red Wine's legs, shifting his leg up to press up against him. his own growing erection presses against the other man; he lets out a soft groan. yes... definitely still not enough]

But I am not favouring fair play at the moment.

[his other hand lets go of the cravat to move to the gently toy with the ends of his hair, before tangling his finger in those dark purple locks, and tugging, no, pulling his head back to expose his throat]

Tell me... [he lets out a gasp as he grinds against Red Wine] Would you be so opposed to me bending you over this table and taking you right now, in front of passers by to watch?

[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.

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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]

[Unlike Dohalim, Aether wasn't a participant in the experiment. But that didn't mean he wasn't affected anyway, the sheer amounts of Kizuna swirling around the resort causing some unintended side effects. By now, he knows what it is, and the warmth of the hot spring is helping to settle some of the less pleasant side effects. After all, unlike Dohalim, Aether is currently afflicted as a Daijuu, making it uncomfortable to be just about anywhere other than a warm bundle of blankets or someone else's arms.]

[Which is really for the best, because it's the only reason Dohalim doesn't get yeet across the spring by a blast of anemo energy when he suddenly pins Aether up against one of the stone walls in the spring itself. At least Aether has a towel around his waist, but that's about all he has right now.]

[But honestly the most important thing here is that their height difference means Dohalim will get a nice eyeful of Aether's new golden cat ears atop his head, which fold down as he frowns up at him.]

Er... did you need something from me?

[honestly, there are a lot of things Dohalim needs, right now. someone to hold close to, someone to share intimate moments, someone to share release with, but...

all of that momentarily leaves him as soon as he sees the cat ears poking out from Aether's hair. oh no. that's... entirely too cute-- strange. it's very strange. could it be kizuna? or did he always have those ears?

he doesn't answer Aether, eyes fixated on top of his head. instead, he'll bring a hand up to gently rub at one of them; oh, it feels exactly like a real cat ear...]

[Not only do they feel like real cat ears, they react like them too -- with one twitching the moment it's touched, before relaxing at the rather pleasant rubbing. It felt strange, but not in a bad way. He just wasn't used to feeling anything on appendages he didn't normally have.]

[Still, he does tense up, not really sure what to do in a situation like this. Should he shove the man away? He's just... petting him. That's fine, right? And in any case, his body is practically demanding to be touched right now. The ache brought of by the heat felt as though it was getting worse the longer he stood here trying to ignore it.]

[Though speaking of ignoring things-- is Dohalim going to be able to ignore the fact that he has a tail, too? Because he does -- hiding beneath the surface of the water and underneath his towel, now wagging in response to the petting.]

[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?

[The skin may be impenetrable, but that didn't mean Kaeya couldn't freeze it in place. It just unfortunately wouldn't hurt the creature. But to give Dohalim some ample space, Kaeya ran to the spot Dohalim just left and with a snap of his fingers, a large thick wall of ice erupted and prevent the fire from toasting the area for the time being. Once the fire ended, Kaeya was quick to shoot the icicles that have been previously circling him at the feet of the creature. They immediately grew to hold the lizard in place.

He let out a breath and took that moment to create a sword of ice to wield and he looked over at Dohalim.]

That won't hold it for long, got any ideas?

[The weak spot had to be its mouth, but getting close enough to kill it from within was going to take some tactical maneuvering. Not to mention keep his ice frozen long enough to make it inside. He had a few ideas, but he was curious to see what Dohalim's plan was coming in alone like this.]

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[while preoccupied with the ears; fingers and nails rubbing and scritching along the appendage, from the base to the tip. he really can't get over how soft they feel.

but feeling the tail brush up against his leg... now that's an interesting addition. something compels him to dip a little into the water, his free hand grazing its fingers along the length of his tail]

Would you mind terribly if I...

[As it turns out, that tail is pretty sensitive, especially when its been under the warm water like this. With as much as Aether was enjoying all the attention being paid to his ears, it did nothing to prepare him for the tail being touched -- drawing a brief gasp and stifled moan from his lips.]

[But of course, that just has him turning scarlet, ears folding down as he leans into Dohalim. His mind races as he starts getting a better idea of this man's intentions, and yet-- after a moment to think, he finds that he doesn't really mind the idea. Why, if anything, perhaps this was what he really needed? After all, there was no risk of falling in love with a stranger, so the possibility of over-complicating his friendships or even ruining them was non-existent. And he can't deny he's been a little pent up since trying to deny himself these newfound desires...]

[Shyly, he peeks around Dohalim to see whether anyone could spot them from where they are -- and then looks up with a nod.]

Mm. Go ahead and-- pet me wherever you want.

[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.

[oh. oh. that certainly wasn't the reaction Dohalim was expecting, and that was just from him barely touching his tail. the heat in him is coiling, and his body is begging for some sort of release, but for the moment, it's being overshadowed by Dohalim's curiosity of what would happen if...

his fingers trail up Aether's tail, appreciating how soft it feels, even under water. he has no idea who this person is, but it's not like he's protesting this, right now. in fact, one could say he's enjoying this attention. watching Aether's reactions, Dohalim's hand slips up past the towel, until he can feel the junction where the tail meets his back; his nails graze along that spot]

[The base of his tail is far more sensitive than the rest of it, sending shivers up and down his spine. It's the strangest feeling, and not one he'd be able to easily describe. But regardless, it feel amazing, and it doesn't take more for it to draw another soft moan from his lips.]

[But that's not the only inexplicable thing happening here. As Dohalim curiously touches Aether newfound cat parts, he leans into him, hands pressed against his chest. His nails curl, gently scratching against his skin -- before splaying out again, as if kneading against him. And while almost too soft to hear, with Aether this close -- he'll hear the rumble of a soft purr coming out from his chest.]

[He doesn't quite realize he's doing it, understandably distracted. The combination of where they were and the fact that he doesn't even know this man's name is doing something to make the whole situation all the more exciting, and making the towel around his waist start to feel a little tighter.]

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