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

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.

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... Okay.

[When he blushes at that kiss, Raphael finds himself smiling. It's a small and almost shy thing that melts against the next kiss that he plants on the young man's lips. This one lasts longer, presses a little deeper, and he skims warm fingers up underneath Luke's shirt to trail them lightly over his stomach.]

I'd like to undress you, would that be all right?

[He looks at Luke steadily as he asks, his dark eyes soft and curious.]

[Luke's hands come up to gently grasp at Raphael's shoulders as he kisses him back, a little bolder this time as he follows suit. he almost chases his lips as they part, but the hand sliding up his stomach and the question distract him. the slight embarrassed blush is still present in his cheeks, deepening at the request]

Um... Yeah, that's fine.

[it's not that he's been undressed before (though, to be fair, what happened in the hot springs was a weird situation), what with living as part of the royal family, but... this is different. a simple question, but one that stirs something in him]

[A simple question, a quiet and inquisitive one as Raphael feels out the boundaries of this situation. Not an entirely new one to him by now, but one that he hasn't really been on this side of before.

Mortals really are such beautiful things.

He takes his time stripping Luke from the waist up - not too slow, but he leans down to brush a kiss against each newly exposed patch of skin. Stomach, ribs, chest, brief attention given to each soft nipple as they are uncovered. When he has the shirt in his hand and Luke's body half bared beneath him he considers the item for a moment, then sets it carefully and loosely folded at the foot of the bed.]

How lovely... [Raphael murmurs curiously, running his fingertips across Luke's stomach again. He gives him a little taste of that same resonance as before, vibrating it gently through his body while he leans down to capture his lips again.

Each time he kisses Luke it's less unsure, more fervent, more wanting, as if he's giving in to a temptation.]

[every gently placed kiss along his skin pulls a shiver or a small sound out of Luke, as he watches Raphael through half lidded eyes. for all that he'd been undressed in front of others in the past (namely the maids in his manor), he never felt as exposed as he is now (despite what had just transpired between them). a part of him almost curls up as his shirt is stripped off, but the compliment, followed by the ripple of resonance throughout his body pushes any of those uncertain thoughts away. Luke's eyes flutter closed as Raphael kisses him again, arms sliding around the back of his neck to pull him down more. he can feel himself growing desperate again, as he kisses the archangel back, his body arching into his touch to silently ask for more]

[He gets better at reading these individual cues as things go on; the way Luke arches to him and the neediness in the way he kisses him back. It's encouraging when he still doesn't entirely know what he's doing, but by Heaven he is more than willing to find out.

More than willing, which is why he moves to take off the rest of Luke's clothes before he pulls off his own shirt. His fingers hesitate at his own belt, a moment of decision needing to be taken, then he breathes out a quiet sigh. Luke thinks he's a man right now, doesn't he? So it only stands to reason that he would be expecting one thing.

This doesn't feel like the kind of time that he would want to stop to ask.

Raphael fits his hips lightly to Luke's as he moves in closer to him again, still teasing him with those gently buzzing spots of vibration against his skin.]

Is it all right? [He asks quietly, brushing some of Luke's bright hair back from his face.] Too much?

[Luke almost wants to say it's too much; it's just on the border of it. there's a fine line he's definitely toeing, from the buzzing of fonons in his body to their hips pressed together and just how good everything feels. he shifts his own hips up just slightly, letting out a soft gasp.

he shakes his head, before leaning in to lightly press his face into Raphael's shoulder]

Mm... No, I'm good, it's good...

[his voice is breathless, with the hint of need creeping in. he has to wonder just how much farther Raphael is willing to go. it's not like he wants to force anything, after all]

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

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