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

[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]

[The moment he says it's too much, Raphael would be sure to stop. As it is... Luke appears to be entirely enjoying himself and truth be told so is Raphael, so why would he even consider stopping beyond making sure that the young man still wanted to continue?]

All right...

[Leaving his own needs aside for the moment, his fingers work on the front of Luke's trousers. It would be all too easy to simply make the clothing vanish, but part of the experience is surely this, as well? He tugs the trousers down, past Luke's knees and then off, and perhaps it gives some answer to the question of how far he's willing to go when he cups his palm against the rising erection between Luke's hips.

He wonders for a moment how many times he could make him cum before he was exhausted, and he's surprised by how much that thought excites him.]

[as his pants are slipped off, Luke almost has to stop himself from trying to hide himself. it's one thing to have been touched in such a sinuous way and wanting more of it, but to be seen like this, so lewdly laid out underneath Raphael, half hard and wanton despite his shyness... though, that thought is swiftly pushed to a corner of his mind as he feels the other's hand pressed up against him. he lets out another gasp. there's that heat of need burning in him; his thighs slide apart ever so slightly as he hoists his hips up more in a silent bid for more of that touch.

Luke isn't sure what it is that's driving him aside from his libido, as he tilts his head up to pull the archangel into a kiss, moaning softly into it. it's a little more searing than the timid kisses from moments before, his need growing stronger and stronger]

[Arousal hits differently when you're not a creature who was made to experience it, but Luke's responses to every touch and the way he presses up into and moans into the kiss sends a shiver through Raphael's entire frame. It emboldens him to wrap his fingers around Luke's cock and begin rubbing it slowly from root to tip.]

Luke... [He murmurs, falling into another heated kiss as the motions of his hand quicken. The reward of feeling the young man growing hard under his fingers is more than enough to spur him on further.

But he doesn't want him to cum like this again, even though he's curious about Luke's limits. When he's achingly hard again Raphael lets go, moving his hand down to the cleft of his ass instead.]

Next is... here..? [A curious mutter as one finger, strangely slicked without the need to find anything to use, presses against the tight ring of Luke's entrance.] Can I..?

[as if he wasn't nearly overwhelmed with the subtle attention on his cock so soon after his last orgasm, when Raphael wraps his hand around the length to start stroking it, it elicits more of a reaction out of him. his hips lift up into his hand, his moans cut off by the searing kiss as he can feel himself get hard again is almost too much. he's pretty sure if the archangel were to keep going, he'd cum again.

he lets out a soft sound of disappointment as Raphael lets go of his cock, hips rocking up desperately for more of that touch. but as his hand slips down to his ass instead, his breath hitches, with not even a moment of hesitation as he nods. he squirms a little, hips pressing gently against Raphael's hand, almost inviting him]

[This is new to him, but he's on the lookout for any signs that Luke doesn't want to continue. When what he receives instead is enthusiastic consent and the press of hips up against his hand his fingertips press bluntly to the young man's rim, rubbing lightly and then slowly pressing inside.

It's... an interesting sensation. He's so curious about it, but still gentle while he pushes the digits in deeper and stretches out the tight passage.

But he can't seem to stop kissing Luke, either. The soft press of lips is mixed warm passion and a distraction from any discomfort that he might be causing. With no idea of Luke's own experience he can only assume... but they both seem to be just trying new things right now.]

[Luke does make a small sound into the kiss as he feels the fingers push into him; he can't help but clench around them as he lifts his hips a little. arms come up to wrap around the other's neck, almost clinging to him as dull pain shoots up from his backside. he's only done this once before, and he vaguely remembers how good it feels after a while, but then again, there were... other appendages being used at the time. though, it can't be that much more different, right?

breaking the kiss, he breathes in deeply as he tries to relax himself, as if to tell Raphael that he wants this. he lets out another sound, almost like a needy whine, still desperately clinging onto the archangel]

[He has his ways of easing it, of making sure it doesn't hurt as much as it could, but he doesn't want to push that too far for fear of ruining the other sensations that make this kind of thing worth the effort. Luke clings to him, and the archangel hesitates a moment before he hears that needy sound.

Ah...

Raphael carefully withdraws the two fingers he had been testing with and plunges a single digit back inside, past the tense ring to curl it deeply against the heated walls. One would be enough until the young man could relax more, and it isn't as if they're in a rush.]

Do... you want me to do 'that' again..?

[What could he even call it? The way he can somehow resonate the man like he's a tuning fork?]

[feeling that finger press against sensitive nerves gets Luke to shudder slightly as he moans, leaning in to press his forehead against Raphael's shoulder. he's still a little tense as he clenches around the other's finger, but soon, as they progress, he relaxes ever so slightly. but his arms around Raphael's shoulders don't, still holding himself close to him, wanting that contact.

at the question, Luke nods, wondering how it would feel along with the finger curling in him, teasing him. he himself wouldn't know what to call it, if the topic were to arise, but all he knows that it feels infinitely better than what it usually feels like when he resonates with either Asch or Lorelei. instead of the spearing headache in his head, or the uncomfortable buzzing in his body that follows, this feels so nice. and he wants so much more of it]

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