[Without a steady partner, Kazuha had agreed to the experiment without full confidence he'd gather any data. There were few people he'd felt comfortable with asking to join him just for the purpose of sex, so he'd spent most of the week going about his business at the resort as usual.
At first it's just surprising— the intense bonds forming between him and just people he's briefly interacting with, leaving him feeling like he's known them for years. When the cloying heat starts to fill him, he begins to wonder if this was worth it.
Before he really has the chance to really reconsider his involvement though, Kazuha finds himself drowning in that heat. His cock seems to stay half hard at all times, his skin seems to itch from how hot he feels.
He's standing at the door to his room, the yukata he's wearing slightly slipping down from a shoulder. Since he's been in Nippon a while, he's slowed down on his usage of uki, but right now he's smoking from his kiseru, hoping that it would relax him into a slightly less sticky sleep.
At least, until he spots a passerby. He's so deep in heat he can smell it on himself— but he's not sure if they can. If not, not his concern. He tilts his head at them, his eyes sharp and hungry.]
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[open] Unlimited Thirst Works | NSFW: daikoh, daishoku, or daijuu
At first it's just surprising— the intense bonds forming between him and just people he's briefly interacting with, leaving him feeling like he's known them for years. When the cloying heat starts to fill him, he begins to wonder if this was worth it.
Before he really has the chance to really reconsider his involvement though, Kazuha finds himself drowning in that heat. His cock seems to stay half hard at all times, his skin seems to itch from how hot he feels.
He's standing at the door to his room, the yukata he's wearing slightly slipping down from a shoulder. Since he's been in Nippon a while, he's slowed down on his usage of uki, but right now he's smoking from his kiseru, hoping that it would relax him into a slightly less sticky sleep.
At least, until he spots a passerby. He's so deep in heat he can smell it on himself— but he's not sure if they can. If not, not his concern. He tilts his head at them, his eyes sharp and hungry.]
Care to join me for a smoke for a while? Or perhaps some poetry?