jikan_rpg | ✵ [Jan Catchall] Hope is not pretending that troubles don't exist.

[if only Luke could explain it to him, but really, if he were to explain what a fonon is, his head would explode, much less how resonating with someone who doesn't have the same fonon frequency as him is able to do this. it's all sciencey mumbo jumbo that he has no clue about, and, quite frankly, doesn't even want to think about.

at the suggestion of going home, it does snap Luke out of it some as he gives his head a small shake. oh, right, that's what he was focusing on before Raphael found him. taking a cautious step, he can feel himself wobble ever so slightly, but it shouldn't be too bad. just... as long as this guy doesn't do... whatever it is he did while they're walking, because Luke's sure that he wouldn't be able to keep himself up the third time around]

Yeah, home sounds good...

[sorry Raphael, he's usually more coherent than this! maybe when he gets home, he'll be well enough to thank him for bringing him home...]

[For the sake of getting Luke home safely he doesn't do it again, though he does keep his arm around him as they walk to make sure he doesn't fall or simply stop thanks to whatever was making his mind so scattered when Raphael first came across him.

It gives him time to consider just what had happened. The angel isn't ignorant of the concept of harmonic resonance but he had never considered that he might be able to apply it to a person. So just what is this young man? It's the curiosity more than anything that burns at him while they walk and thank the heavens that the address isn't far away, because he wasn't sure how much longer Luke could stay on his feet.

When they reach the door Raphael stops, making no assumptions, and he smiles slightly.]

I think the phrase is 'safe and sound'? Do you think you're going to be all right?

[time seems to blur as Luke shuffles his way home; it's almost shocking that he'd been able to make it without too much of a hitch. but to go their separate ways already, when he's in such a state almost seems criminal, not when he... really does want more of whatever Raphael is able to do to him. sure, he'll be alright, but he also doesn't want him to leave him alone]

I am, but... I don't wanna be alone, right now.

[the walk itself had cleared Luke's head enough that he can actually form a thought and convey it into words, though, usually he's not this assertive. normally, he would let Raphael go (because he's sure he has other things to do), but right now, as Luke's hand practically clings to the angel, he's not too keen on letting him go]

Can... Can you stay with me and.. Do that thing again?

[He might have stayed for no reason at all - after all he has nothing pressing to be doing right now - but the request gives him pause. Was it really so effective that this young man wants more of it? Now he's had some time to think he's sure that he can do it safely and... quite effectively, even if he is still unsure of just why it creates the effect in Luke's body that it does.]

I can do that. [Another smile as he agrees. Raphael is no longer the naive person that he was when he arrived here even if he still lacks the experience when compared to some. He knows by now what he likes, and that he doesn't mind giving others what they like too.]

You can call me Raphael.

I'm Luke.

[there's barely a pause after their introductions as Luke takes hold of Raphael's wrist, opening the door to tug him in. thankfully, it seems empty in the house; usually he'd see someone mulling about in the lounge area or whatnot. but there's barely a creep in the walls, and honestly, Luke's thankful for it. the last thing he needs is Law teasing him for bringing a guy home, or something. it was already embarrassing enough to admit to his friend that he thinks guys are attractive, and he'd hoped time would reset itself so they could both forget that mortifying moment.

but, he'd rather not think about that, for the moment.

opening the door to his and Law's room, Raphael would see that it's a very... teenager like living space, slightly messy, and with a bunk bed tucked against a wall. in all honesty, Luke was jealous that Law had claimed the top bunk, but right now, he's thankful as he leads Raphael in, nudging the door closed with his foot, before shuffling to his bed and plopping down on it unceremoniously. Luke finally lets go of him so he can lean back on his arms as he sits back, watching the angel for a moment. now that Raphael can get a better look at him, he'll probably notice just how flushed Luke is, and how half-lidded his eyes are. it's very clear just how much their resonance had affected him, though he's trying his best not to make it seem so obvious]

How're you able to do... [he lifts a hand for a moment to gesture it in the air, before dropping it behind him again] ...That?

[He likes the mess. One can tell a great deal about a person from the space they choose to live in and even if Raphael has little understanding of being a teenager, never having been one himself, he can still recognise the chaotic disorder that comes with youth. It's... pleasant, in a way.

Raphael sits down by Luke after moment of looking around the room, taking it all in. He observes the young man for a moment and he is not ignorant to the look that he has or the flush on his face. The angel is still learning, still naive in many ways but he knows enough now to understand the kinds of things he likes having done to his body... and that he enjoys doing things that other people like.]

I don't know. [He replies carefully, thoughtfully.] I have the ability to manipulate matter in different ways. I wouldn't normally be able to affect a human body this way. But you... [It's his curiosity, again, that drives him to place his hand on Luke's thigh. This time is isn't like a ringing. It's a slow, steady, soundless bass rumble that buzzes outwards from his palm like the still surface of a pond shaking.]

You feel different... You feel like-- [And he pauses, searching for words.] You feel like music.

Music...

[while that's not too far off the mark, what with Seventh fonons being that of sound and memory (Luke would never be able to explain why those two correlate with each other, but whatever), but to be described as feeling like music... only makes him feel just a little better about being a replica. ever since finding out just what he is, he'd always put himself down, always thought of himself as nothing but a replacement (much to the chagrin of his friends), but to be told that he feels like something pretty like that only makes him feel a but more content with who and what he is.

he also can't hide the slight surprise on his face; Raphael also has the ability to manipulate matter? there are so many things he's curious about when it comes to the him, but with the hand on his thigh and the thrumming coming from the touch, that thought is quickly banished, replaced with a sudden need for more. letting out a shaky breath, Luke lowers himself down onto his elbows, not being able to keep himself up any longer, his eyes trained on that hand]

But you're not... A Seventh Fonist or a replica... [that, he's sure of. but still... just how...]

[Like music.

It's the best way he can think to describe it. Like liquid sound, but with form and function, every part of the whole its own unique note. He has found beauty in the forms of others before and often in ways he did not expect but this is an entirely new experience.

But Luke doesn't seem to mind, and so Raphael lifts his hand but softly frowns in concentration as he continues to send gentle trembling vibrations through the young man's body.]

I don't know if what I am would make any sense to you. [Raphael has realised this. So many people here have no idea of what an angel even is, let alone what one might be capable of. It's comforting in a way.]

But I... have a great deal of power. [He shifts, moves the position of his hand until it's over Luke's abdomen. A small motion of his fingers sends out a pulse, plucking him like a harp string.]

[well, that's a whole load of vague nothing, but Luke just accepts his explanation, not wanting to think too hard on it and take away from this experience. honestly, it's actually starting to become very hard to pay mind to anything except the vibration of his fonons as they react to Raphael's touch, the pulses washing over him like the ebb and flow of waves. his eyes flutter closed as he just lets himself feel.

Luke opens his mouth, as if to say something, but what comes out is a small moan instead, needy in its softness, and telling of just how much he's enjoying this. the vibrations almost feel tingly, like leaving small jolts of electricity in their wake, but also... not. Luke won't waste what little mind he does have left to ponder on on the mechanics of this whole thing. not thinking is a lot better, anyway.

however, Luke is also very aware of his growing arousal, at the hand of this treatment, and while Luke, again, would be mortified if this were any other time, right now, he just needs more. his back arches a little as he pushes himself up into Raphael's touch, just to get more than a plucking pulse out of him]

[The longer he does this the more he's aware of just what he is doing. Luke's entire body is like a tuning fork, humming to the resonance of the tone that Raphael is silently producing. He should be careful - too much and he could shatter under it - but he thinks he understands.

When Luke parts his lips and lets out that soft moan instead of speaking, the angel's eyes dart up to his face and across his features. He uses his free hand to gently brush the young man's hair away from his forehead, the touch lingering at his temple as he subtly alters the tone he's sending thrummimg through him.

It's not quite the light ringing from earlier or the bass hum that had forced Luke down onto his back, but something in between. As if there's a sweet spot that he's trying to find.]

How does it feel? [Raphael asks.] Try to tell me.

[sorry Raphael, Luke’s a little incapacitated at the moment, any words he tries to say comes out as soft sounds of pleasure with every tonal wave rippling through him. At the touch of fingers brushing against his forehead, before resting on his temple, Luke looks up at him through half lidded eyes, eyes that are clouded with arousal. He really had no idea that this was a possibility, that one could resonate with him in such a way, and he’s starting to find that he really is enjoying this.

But he does try to pull his focus together for just a moment to answer Raphael’s question, his voice breathless as he does so]

G... Good. It’s good...

[there’s the same neediness in his voice as the soft moans from earlier; he lets out another one, louder than before at a particular wave of resonance vibrates through him. It’s so sudden that Luke doesn’t know how else to react other than grab the angel’s hand on his stomach]

That...

[It isn't that he doesn't know what he's doing. The angel isn't so naive to not know pleasure when he sees it, but... it still feels so strangely chaste. He wonders if this kind of thing could work with other people. Not other humans, but... not everyone that he knows is human.

As long as it's good.]

Good... [He says softly, though he starts visibly when his hand is grabbed and lets Luke pull it down to press it against his stomach. His fingers curl against fabric.] Here?

[The resonance focuses, settling between Luke's hips and rippling out from that single point. Was that what he wanted?]

[words fail him again as that ripple of vibration thrums through him, eyes fluttering closed as he lets out another moan. his hand squeezes Raphael's hand tightly once, before letting go, sliding back down to the bed as he clutches the bed covers, as if trying to anchor himself down. really, he feels like his body could vibrate out of existence if they're not too careful, but it's a thought he won't think about, right now, in favour of other, much better thoughts and feelings.

his pants, however, are definitely starting to feel uncomfortably tight, but Luke's too embarrassed to mention anything about it even though it must be apparent just how much this is all affecting him. how much this is turning him on. and it's those feelings that only gets his thighs to slide apart just slightly, as his hips shift up into Raphael's touch, as if silently begging for more]

[It might have been apparent to someone who was looking for it, maybe hoping for it, but Raphael is not either. At least, not until Luke's hips shift up to his hand and then he--]

Oh. [He says softly, and he lets the humming pulses he's pushing through the young man's body die down just a little as he leans forwards. His fingers brush across Luke's cheek, his thumb touches the corner of his mouth and runs gently along his lower lip.]

I see.

[And he could kiss him, he realises. He's close enough. One hand holding Luke's head steady, the other cups over the fabric straining over his cock. When he speaks again it's soft, curious--]

Can I have you?

[if he were in a state of mind where he could make sense of what's happening, Luke would take a moment to wonder about Raphael's wording, but really, at this point, there are more urgent matters at hand. quite literally so as the angel presses his hand against Luke's straining arousal; Luke lets out another needy sound, pressing up into his touch again]

Y...yeah...

[Raphael is more than welcome to have him in any way he wants, just as long as he continues whatever it is he's doing with their resonance. maybe it's selfish of him to expect more, but right now, all he wants is more of it]

[He has an understanding of what his actions are currently doing to Luke's body by now, and clearly has no intentions of stopping for as long as the young man is content for him to continue.

Raphael kisses him, finally, and it's a gentle and warm thing that lingers against his lips. He isn't looking at what his other hand is doing and yet manages to deftly work Luke's trousers open, slipping his finges inside and finally freeing his hot length to the air.

The resonance isn't just coming from his hand anymore. Now he has more of an idea of what it is, it almost seems to be rolling off his body - hanging in the air around him.]

[as Raphael kisses him, Luke's hands come up to grip onto his shoulders, almost in a way to anchor himself; the kiss is a distraction enough that he nearly misses the hand slipping into his pants and pulling his cock out. the touch alone almost gets him to come, but by some miracle, Luke holds himself back, but only just]

I...

[he may as well put out the warning now, any more of whatever the angel is doing to him, and he may just let himself go. but feeling the resonance around him, enveloping him, thrumming against his own fonons, it's almost too much]

I need to...

[Though still fairly naive in these matters, Raphael does learn quickly and the way he slides his thumb around and over the head of Luke's cock and smears the beading precum across it is anything but inexperienced. His fingers are warm around the twitching length, his lips gentle but insistent against the young man's lips as he barely lets him speak.

Raphael may not be affected by the resonance in the way that Luke is, but the situation itself has its own impact on him. The way his hair flushes red from root to tip has nothing to do with any influence of kizuna.]

It's all right. [He soothes softly, planting another kiss, rolling another wave of resonance through the air.] Do what you need to.

[Luke isn't sure what pushes him over the edge; the hand around his cock or the next wave of resonance ringing through his body, setting his fonons aflame. but all he can think about for the moment is, as his hips press up, trying to get more of Raphael's touch, and more of that resonance, just how surprisingly good everything feels. with a soft moan, almost like a whimper, he cums, eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm wracks through his body alongside the thrum of his fonons vibrating in him. it leaves him gasping for breath; he slumps back down on his bed as he blearily looks up at the angel through cracked eyes. he's not sure if he can go for another round, but that doesn't matter; all he cares about is that he wants more of it]

[He knew it was going to happen and yet still finds himself surprised. Seeing this happen to someone else while he isn't deep in the same throes of passion is a new experience... and he thinks he likes it.

Raphael bites his lip slightly, then smiles when Luke opens his eyes. The mess he made could be easily cleared with a thought from the archangel but he lets it stay, for a moment, curious about the sensation of it on his fingers.]

Are you all right? [He asks quietly, letting go of the young man's softening cock but not moving too far away at all.] Was that good?

[Luke's too in the afterglow to answer right away, but when he gathers enough of his wits together, he nods slightly. he doesn't care about the mess right now, but only that he feels good. he didn't think that anything resonating with his fonons would actually feel good (save for Tear's Fonic Hymns, but that's a different story), so it's a pleasant surprise. and it's a feeling that he wants to ask Raphael for more of. he lets out a small sound as the angel pulls his hand away from him, but he doesn't ask for the touch again just yet]

Y-yeah...

[there's a slight weariness in his voice, but Luke tries to shake it off as he reaches for Raphael's hand. his cheeks are still flushed, now more from embarrassment than anything, but he still keeps his gaze on him]

Could you... Maybe... Do it again?

Again?

[He doesn't move his hand away, turning it over when Luke takes hold of it and squeezing his fingers around the young man's fingers. For now he isn't utilising that resonance against whatever Luke is made of, giving him time to calm down and pull himself back together.

It would be a simple thing to do it again. He thinks he could do it as many times as Luke asked him. The question isn't could he, but should he.]

Are you sure? I'm not entirely certain what I'm doing to you...

[it does take Luke a moment or two more to calm down, before moving his free hand to push himself up onto his elbow, looking up at Raphael. his cheeks are flushed pink, now out of embarrassment than anything else, and once he realises just exactly what he asked of the archangel, he looks away]

You... You don't have to, if you don't want to! I just thought...

[whatever Raphael did to his fonons made him feel alright about being a replica, for once. not that he wants to put that on the guy at all. but it just felt so good]

I just thought I'd ask, is all! [Luke offers Raphael a sheepish smile] But it's fine if you don't want to, or if you wanna leave.

It isn't a matter of not wanting to. [Or of wanting to leave, which he finds on a moment of consideration that he really doesn't want to do just yet. He brushes his fingers against Luke's hair, tucking a little of it behind his ear.]

I just don't want to injure you, that's all.

[Even things that felt good could be dangerous. Still, he leans slightly and brushes a soft and gentle kiss to the young man's lips.]

We can keep going. You just need to tell me if something feels wrong.

[of all the things that had transpired in the last who knows how long (Luke has no concept of time right now, not that he cares, at the moment), it's the kiss that deepens the blush, looking away bashfully.

honestly, with out of sorts he'd been feeling with his own body (though, that might be in part with what's slowly happening to him, but that's a thought for another day and time), this is probably, and oddly, one of the only times he's felt normal for a while. Luke does nod, heeding Raphael's words, before giving him a chaste kiss of his own]

Okay, I will.

Edited 2022-04-22 12:36 (UTC)

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