May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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[spritefully]

[oh, what a sweet, controlled ball of emotion. Loni is reasonably sure that if they prodded enough, it would all come unraveled - possibly violently, so they're not planning on doing that, of course.]

Do I seem bothered, darling? [that question is much more pointed than the previous, a shuffle of fabric and hair as they shift position and peer upward at him.] I will not pursue if you tell me earnestly to leave, of course...

... but do not mistake me for someone who is simply concerned, or someone who lacks understanding of the offer I am making. [there's no salaciousness to their curiosity - it's all earnest and gentle, long lashes falling to near close as they speak.] You mortals are quite cute in the way you try to save one another or yourself from some imagined shame or guilt...

[bingboom]

[He just gives her a cheeky grin at that, before he goes off to get the goods. Hope Ayaka survives her first day with a toy.]

By the way--

[He starts once more once he comes back, two nicely packaged boxes in hand. Probably too nice. Also, product image is clearly on the box.]

Since you want to keep this from your family, how do I figure it's them? You never know if they might stumble upon our humble shop.

[bingboom]

[Good question. He would probably not know what to do with a dick pic, so maybe not that but...]

How about you give me your user ID and I'll hit you up once we need that feedback?

[haran]

What a heartwarming notion. I have no doubt that your performance will be moving.

[ayaka is a girl who puts her all in everything she does, after all. and while he doesn't think ayaka would go for anything less, he hopes this cloud doesn't bring her down. archons. who da hell is this mysterious man.]

Sometimes? My, what a gentleman.

[sometimes? really? not every time?]

I trust your judgment, Ayaka. I look forward to meeting him sometime. If not at the performance, whenever he decides to linger a bit longer after bringing you home.

[haran]

[ayato immediately goes for a shrimp, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied hum. he's gone weeks without having thoma's cooking before, but this situation is a bit different, with them having been in completely different worlds for a bit. back home, ayato could always just count on thoma being locatable, whether at the estate, in inazuma, or in ritou. here, he could only hope thoma would find his way back, and luckily, thoma did.

he contemplates over thoma's words as he chews on the next shrimp, slower this time, despite his habit of eating quickly. he wants to give thoma his full attention. and that attention is telling him that thoma deserves anything and anyone. ayato knows, objectively, people are independent creatures and no one "deserves" to have any one person without that person's consent.

but also like. thoma deserves anyone he wants. you feel him??]

I suppose that makes sense. It's better if he has all the context of your time here together before making that decision.

Though anyone who doesn't want to form an emotional bond with you is a fool. [just spittin' facts. ayato won't involve himself in a matter that doesn't involve him at all, despite it involving a loved one, but man he'd be tempted to dispense some Choice Words should this man choose to reject thoma. he won't because he doubts thoma would want him to, but man it'd be tempting.] But you will always have a home with the us, Thoma, no matter the circumstance.

[l0vemekn0t]

The words should sound foreign since Sawyer didn’t start off as a wolf but they don’t. He shudders, pleasure still coursing through his body but it isn’t enough.

Bishop draws back, slipping free so he can roll Sawyer over. He ducks in to kiss him and rearranged him he others limbs so he can keep him close and slip back inside of him. It’s so easy at this point but the moment he’s back inside, rocking idly into him he rumbles into the kiss and feels it. What Sawyer wants.

He stares down into the others face and pants against his mouth, “love you…” Even in the haze he knows that. Knows it’s true.

[darkdisgrace]

[There's a satisfaction to it really, in knowing that Diluc was just as undone as he was, just as frantic and needful. If he expected Chuuya to behave when this was what he got for not doing so.... well, could he truly be blamed for only taking it as encouragment?

In spite of how the punishing pace seems to rob him of his breath with every thrust, a weak, smug laugh escapes Chuuya. The burn of brick against his backside, the delicious ache in his muscles from Diluc's powerful movements, the sting of teeth digging into his neck, the pleasure that built and built, lighting up every nerve and vein in his body with liquid electricity... It was fantastic, and Diluc wanted him to be quiet?]

Ha-- Haha... You want me to be quiet? When you're the one making me so loud?

[He cranes Diluc's neck up by his grip on his hair, pulling him into that kiss in the same moment that Diluc leans in, teeth sinking into the man's lip sharply before he tangles his tongue with his own. The vibration of his moans can still be felt, still be heard, for that matter-- The smaller man has quite the pair of lungs, and he has zero intention of holding back.

When they finally part for sorely needed breath, there's that grin again.] But if you don't want everyone passing by to know how good you're fucking me, you can always give me more to do with my mouth.

[He leans forward-- nipping the shell of Diluc's ear, a moan escaping him at a particularly deep thrust.]

[phoenixblessed]

[There's that grin again, a look that sets heat blooming out under Diluc's skin, and he isn't sure how much of it has to do with what is happening to him right now. Even before this, if a little pressed, he might have admitted to finding the feisty redhead attractive (a curse, it seems, that is doomed to follow him around this place) and seeing him getting progressively more wrecked by his actions has a very specific appeal.

And really, it isn't that he minds the noise at all... but he doesn't much enjoy the thought of being interrupted right now.]

Hmph-- [Diluc mutters, that deep thrust entirely deliberate on his part.

He lets go of Chuuya's hair and instead pushes two fingers past his lips, pressing them into the hot cavern of his mouth as he fucks into him with an unmistakable level of urgency. The action has Chuuya's head pushed back to the wall again and Diluc's thighs are burning, his bitten lip throbs, his head spinning with the sharp anticipation that comes with knowing this can't last much longer.

He can't last much longer.]

[darkdisgrace]

[To be fairly honest, Chuuya can't last much longer either. For all his goading, it's all to drive Diluc harder, to drive both their pleasure higher. His cock is leaking between them, twitching against Diluc's abs, and for all his sass his desperate grip probably betrays just how close he is to Diluc.

That, and the way he takes those fingers into his mouth so eagerly, panting around the digits and groaning loudly as he closes his lips around them, the way his neck is arched back by Diluc's hold on him only adding to the fire filling him to near bursting.

And when that fire fully engulfs him, his grip is vicelike as he finally does come, crying out around those fingers as his eyes fall closed-- There will be deep scratches along Diluc's back later as he ruts up against Diluc through his orgasm, body clenching around him as if trying to milk him dry, as if trying to drag Diluc as far into him as possible.]

[haran]

[ayato may not be quite used to nippon yet with all its eccentricities tending to lean in a very sexual nature, ayato isn't dumb. he narrows kazuha's possible afflictions to three things: illness, substances, or arousal. he's prepared to deal with all three depending on what it ends up being, though if kazuha is just high, he may give him a bit of a lecture.

ten months, damn. that's quite a long time... he looks down at kazuha, wondering what all kazuha has experienced in this place. who all kazuha has met. and whose virginities kazuha has taken AHEM 🔪🔪🔪 ]

Ah- have you noticed? [a soft laugh.] I'm adjusting the best I can, though I must admit, some things still catch me off guard. I am used to being careful with my meals and tea, but not for contamination with aphrodisiacs. [sigh and a shake of his head.

they're nearing a building which ayato assumes is kazuha's apartment complex. the area is a bit sparser with people, so he asks:] If I may be so direct, Kazuha, may I ask of your condition?

[sultanofsquat]

[ For Cloud, it was a familiar feeling, only the build-up keeps climbing, his body coursing with sensitivity, the pulsing he feels akin to the brink of an orgasm. Whether it was his own drive or the mingling Daikoh and Daishoku within him, they create a triangle of euphoric bliss as his cock hits heavy and hard, spurts of precum coaxing a rumbling moan of wanton need out of Cloud as she tells him what she wants. It's the icing on the cake. A delight that has the corners of his vision fading to white as he struggles to keep his focus. Torn between the urge to cum for her and to revel in that addictive sensation of her inner walls hugging him like a heartbeat when she came first.

"Please don't stop."

He's the one in control, yet it almost feels like a hypnotic command- one that sees him thrust into her one more time in this position, arching into it as his dick rubs more firmly inside her. Knocking. Edging ever closer into something forbidden as he presses, only to sigh as he pulls out as his cock rests against her lower abdomen. It's so hot, coated in her wetness as he looks like he's ready to burst.

Closer. He needs to be closer. Squeezing her right thigh, he lowers himself down with her, lifting her to lean more on her side as he settles in behind her. In this position, he can reach under her to seek her hand, squeezing while he lines his cock back up with her entrance. There's no teasing her. Cloud was paying attention. She told him not to stop. And he doesn't stop as he feels her tight entrance stretch, inch by inch until he's thrust to her core, his member pulsing hotly as his arm hooks her thigh and holds it as he starts to thrust. Faster. Keep her on that looping rollercoaster. ]

[wanderingking]

I only speak my mind.

[He says simply, but the smile is clear on his face. He doesn't miss the way she places a hand on his thigh, the possible meaning behind it in a place like Nippon. A courageous woman, or at least one who has every bit of confidence in herself. He can't say he dislikes it.]

You may address me as Saber. And you, my lady?

[He didn't say pork, but he gestures a yes to the owner when he takes a look at him, to confirm if he'd be ordering that. The residents of Nippon are very much used to this kind of scene, after all.]

[mistsplitter]

Thank you. And yes!

[ Ayaka doesn't see a problem with being walked home sometimes. Should it be every time? She doesn't think so.

She lets out a sigh of relief, a smile still on her face. This was a good talk, she thinks. ]

I'm feeling a little better now.

[ Now she just needs to get rid of this... pent up stress. :'( ]

[phoenixblessed]

[There's no chance of him lasting through all of that. Between Chuuya's body flexing against him, the tight clenching around his cock and the vibration of the man's voice against his fingers as he cries out Diluc snaps his hips up once, twice, grinds in deep and holds there with his head pressed into Chuuya's shoulder. He spills inside him with a series of stuttered gasps and his fingers clenched tight into the other man's hair, and he's never been quite so glad for his own foresight as he keeps the smaller man's noises half-muffled.]

Fuck-- fuck... [He pulls his fingers free of Chuuya's mouth. A sheen of sweat springs up over his body as his mind draws itself back together and he gains the slowly dawning clarity of just where he is and what he's doing--

Gods, not this again... He can't be sure if it's lingering effects of heat, a kind of resignation, or the fact that he feels this may have been inevitable anyway... but he can't bring himself to mind too much.

Gradually steadying his breathing, he shifts back and lifts his head just enough to look at Chuuya properly. A soft huff of wry laughter puffs out of him, chased with a light kiss pressed warmly to other man's lips.]

You... are a menace. [He mutters, though the buzz of afterglow makes it hard to fight the urge to grin.] Would you object to finding somewhere more private now?

[judgementor]

[There is something intoxicating about that trust, when Red Wine is high on his own power and whatever is in the air at this party. Even like this, though, he would never think to push Dohalim beyond the boundaries of what he was willing to take.

When Dohalim shrugs off his clothing so readily, can Red Wine really be blamed at all for the spark of excitement that immediately lights up his eyes alongside that undoubtedly familiar amber shine? He takes a moment to look the man up and down, simply appreciating his appearance, then he steps up close to trail his fingers lightly down the taut plane of Dohalim's abdomen.]

Do you need preparing? [He asks, his voice honey-smooth.] If you don't, then I think you know what I want from you.

[His hand cups under the half-hard curve of Dohalim's cock, stroking along the heated skin.] You can lubricate it first, then take a seat.

[bilocations]

Sawyer whimpers when the other slips out of him, his hole twitching, tightening and trying to pull him back in. "Please," he begs softly, feeling empty for far too long even though it doesn't take Bishop long to manhandle him over, pressing close and then back inside of him. He reaches up to grasp the other's arms when he's back inside. He kisses him hungrily, messily and not yet noticing the fact that his back is pressed into the mess he's made of the pillow and bed beneath them.

"Ah," he gasps as the other rocks inside of him, as he feels him getting bigger, the way he catches at the sensitive rim now. He trembles beneath bishop and the words feel clear even in all the haze of heat and lust and need. He's already been crying, his face a mess of tears and drool -- he'll be mortified if he remembers how messy he was later. He feels fresh tears and hugs tighter to the other.

The words don't come out in return just Sawyer clinging to Bishop. For the moment at least he's not comparing himself to the other Sawyer, thinking himself a replacement for him.

[judgementor]

[Red Wine hums low in the back of his throat. He decides he likes the way that Steak looks like this - gasping, uncertain - and makes a mental note to surprise him in this way more often. His hand stays where it is, stroking with deliberate slowness along the other Food Soul's cock.]

A good question...

[His eyes dart away briefly, but when they lift back up again there's a spark of fire in them that wasn't there before. He grins in a way that will no doubt be familiar in its sharpness and digs his free hand into bright red hair, scratching against Steak's scalp.]

Would you like to find out? [It's posed as a question, but from the way Red Wine has Steak utterly at his mercy it doesn't seem like he's giving him much choice in the matter.] I think it's about time, don't you?

[icepatch]

Hmph.

[Kaeya didn't back away from the kiss or make any sort of move. He was still thinking over the words. He still did not quite understand given they had not known each other for very long. He felt quite uncomfortably transparent.

But he still made no move to step away from Ayato. Instead, he sighed softly.]

Well, then I suppose we'll see if the effort was worthwhile for you.

[brilliantdiamond]

I don't know if perfect obedience is what I'm looking for... so maybe we should mix up the prompt a little?

[He steps closer, face still red as he gently draws a lock of their hair between his fingers, bringing it to his lips.]

What about... a shrine maiden performing a purification ritual on a layperson with their body?

[--because he would like to be in the shrine maiden costume, in case that wasn't clear to them. Which necessitates rewriting the plot to make that work -- and honestly, he'd probably struggle with pretending to make worshipping a god sexy anyway.]

i am unsurprised also richard please put the sword down

[skysilverknight]

[ even to those who had known who and what he was, their reactions had been nowhere near as rapturous as Richard's was now. it's a strange feeling to be so adored by someone who is, to his knowledge, a complete stranger. stranger still that it should be in this shop filled with myriad "tools" used for recreational pleasure.

as with most things, he'll just try not to think about it. the offer to accompany him on his wanderings gets a curious look and he wonders, for a moment, if there was not some ulterior motive behind the words. it's not as if he hadn't missed the signs before.

but surely what had happened before wouldn't happen a second time.

Arthur considers the offer of accompaniment, his brows furrowing, hand pressed against his chin. it looks as if he's giving it some real thought. ]

I suppose that would be all right. However - I do have one stipulation.

[ and here his face breaks out into a smile, the crease in his brow smoothed out as his face shifts into something warm. ]

Might I have your name, first?

[brilliantdiamond]

That's true... it feels a lot more exciting with you in here, too.

[The feeling of her body so close to his own sends a brief shiver down his spine, strengthened by the way she presses her lips against his skin. Resting one hand over the one at his hip, he tilts his head to the side, as if offering her more room.]

[But they had plenty of time for that. They can't forget a certain important aspect of all this, after all!]

So, should I-- get dressed? It shouldn't take me too long.

[And maybe in the meantime, she can go through their goody bag -- they got a lot of little extras in there.]

[oneandoni]

[saying that kind of thing should be embarrassing, but Itto kind of says the same, unintentionally flirty things when he fights - sooner or later he'll realize it, too.

But there is . . . definitely an appeal to this, holding someone down underneath him, feeling them shift and arch against him because there isn't anything else they can do. It's exciting being in complete control, even more so now that he can put everything he's learned so far to good use. Like trying to make Aether gasp again - ]

Lucky me~.

[he has a hand free, he may as well start messing with the ties of Aether's hakama now]

[oneandoni]

[he opens his mouth to answer about youkai, but then he catches himself staring at the - are those really . . . ? Even the ones that look like that? Oh, he's getting an education he didn't want but is kind of interested in shut up it's the heat]

– yeah, uh, I'll meet you out there!

[a chance to escape to the safety of outside!!!]

[l0vemekn0t]

The mess can wait. It was bound to just get messier, anyway. Especially with how much interest the little body below him seemed to have.

Sawyer doesn’t have to say it back. It doesn’t matter if he returns the sentiment or not, it wouldn’t change Bishop. He licks at the corner of the others mouth and tastes the salt of tears and sweat. Everything blends together in a combination of too much and not enough but eventually he finds himself trembling, forehead pressed to the others as he’s overcome with too much. He comes so hard, and so messy that he doesn’t even want to look. That would be embarrassing, right? Maybe.

[bilocations]

Sawyer nearly feels like he could come again as the other fills him with his come. He holds tightly to him as their foreheads press together. His breathing is ragged and his body tightening, milking around the other's cock. His entire body is shaking, thighs trembling on either side of the other's hips.

Everything is so tender and oversensitive and yet he still couldn't get enough, clinging to him, his mind focused on how full he is with the other's seed, with the way the other has knotted him -- though he still doesn't have a word for that fullness the other is giving him.

"Bishop," he mewls softly, fingers digging into his back as he holds on tightly to him.