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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[phoenixblessed]

[Diluc is not without his own strength, though where Chuuya has the flexibility the larger man tends to favour reach. The attempts to pull him into kiss after kiss aren't refused or resisted as they both breathe out needy gasps in the brief moments their lips part and everything from the flexing muscles to the insistent mouth on his stokes his own arousal higher.

His slicked fingers press in with irregular thrusts as his concentration is repeatedly distracted by Chuuya's tugging on his hair. The grin on his face makes kissing him difficult for a moment - a moment long enough for Diluc to push his head back, to force his chin up and to bite against his fluttering pulse as he pushes a third finger inside him.

Teeth nip sharply against warm skin and he sucks up a rosy bruise where Chuuya's heartbeat throbs against his throat.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Those fingers are slowly making Chuuya come undone with every press, his movements growing erratic even as he continues to roughly tug Diluc closer. Composure? What's that?

Composure is for suckers, what he wants right now is more of this. He lets out a sound caught between a moan and a hissing exhale when Diluc sinks his teeth into his neck, fingers twisting sharply enough to burn in Diluc's hair, arching his own neck into the other's mouth, only encouraging the bruises he'll doubtfully have later.

He finally manages to rasp out words, with Diluc's mouth on his neck. He grinds up against him to punctuate his words, cock hard and leaking.] Come on... come on, fuck me already-- Show me what you've got, Diluc.

[phoenixblessed]

[With the effects of the heat he can only keep this up for so long. The burn against his scalp when his hair is twisted up in Chuuya's fingers brings him a moment of focus, enough for the man's words to sink in. It's almost a relief to hear them, to know this is wanted as much by the other man as it is by him, and he doesn't waste any more time.

There's another sharp bite applied to the mark he's left on Chuuya's neck as his fingers pull free. Another hard kiss sealed over his mouth, mingled panting as he hefts the smaller man up and lowers him gradually, almost cruelly so, onto his aching cock.

The initial breach and filling of the man is slow, allowing a breath to savour the sensations, but Diluc does not tease Chuuya any longer than that. He starts a hard and punishing pace, one hand gripping firm around the other redhead's hip as he pulls him down against each deep thrust. The other hand goes to his dick and strokes it in counterpoint, his thumb smearing precum over the tip.

He's vaguely aware of the sounds. The smack of skin on skin, the soft grunts held in the back of his throat, the scrape of Chuuya's jacket against the wall behind him. If it's loud enough to draw attention, Diluc is beyond caring.]

[darkdisgrace]

[The slow way Diluc lowers him onto his cock is a pleasurable kind of torture. Chuuya isn't a patient man by any means, but he knows how to enjoy himself-- he leans his head back into the wall behind him, shifts his hips forward into the motion and lets out a long breath, just letting himself bask in the feeling of being filled so completely for a breath of a moment.

He can't quite remember the last time he was in this position. He forgot how enjoyable it was.

And then the pace picks up, and here is the fire. Here is the heat he'd had so much fun coaxing out of Diluc, and oh it was glorious.

One hand twists in the man's hair, but the other curls around his back, bare fingers digging into the skin there, gripping hard, probably leaving searing lines against pale skin. That earlier challenge, about seeing who could make the other the loudest?]

Fuck yes. You're so good Diluc--

[Words are lost in gasps, loud moans escaping Chuuya with each deep thrust. His grip on Diluc borders on almost painful, but from the way his body clenches around the man it's clear he only wants more.

...Chuuya's certainly lost that playful challenge. Could it really be called losing if he was enjoying it, though?]

[phoenixblessed]

[That is one point of many where they differ - Diluc is a patient man in many ways and this often includes intimate situations, where he might prefer to draw things out for as long as he can and extend the pleasure of it. This is nothing like the kind of thing he would usually be doing. Near-franting rutting in an alleyway barely metres away from people walking by is not something he thought he'd ever agree to, though when it comes down to it... did he ever have much of an option?

Does even care, at the moment?

It doesn't seem so. There's no hesitation or uncertainty in his movements, in the way each sharp thrust in jolts Chuuya up against the wall again, in how he moves his hand off the man's cock to apparently leave him to cum untouched in favour of taking a handful of his hair. He jerks Chuuya's head back and bites against his neck again, leaving a second mark on his skin so close to the first that they almost blend together.]

Not-- so loud. [Diluc growls softly against the curve of Chuuya's throat. It's hard to tell if he's worried about being seen or just doesn't want to be interrupted.

He fits his mouth to the other man's to swallow a few of those noisy moans, pushing past parted lips to taste him. It's hard to concentrate with Chuuya gripping him like he is, but there is some small satisfaction in having won that little challenge.]

[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.]

[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?

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya basks in it all: The high of orgasm, the feel of Diluc coming undone, the warmth that fills him. Those gasps for air are echoed by Chuuya as he rests his head against Diluc's briefly, satiation settling in his bones... for now, anyway.

He knows in a fair handful of minutes they'll probably both be feeling the need for another's touch again, but in this moment he can just take in the cooling of their sweat, the warmth and strength of Diluc's body against his own. There's no shame in it nor embarrassment for him, just contentment.

Though that wry laugh is met by his own. That kiss is met by Chuuya as well, slow and easy, teasing lips swollen spot from earlier bites, a hum of satisfaction escaping him.]

A 'menace' now, is it? Being a menace seems to have only brought good things to me so far, why change now? [There's a hint of smugness, even if his voice is a little raspy, still catching his breath. He snags a lock of Diluc's hair to twine around his fingers, simply playing with it.]

Yeah, somewhere more private would be good. I think finding a bed sounds like an excellent idea.

[Because as enjoyable as this is, if they're going to fuck as much as Chuuya hopes... well, he didn't want to completely ruin his backside against a brick wall.

And just to be a brat, he clenches around Diluc's softening cock, unable to hide how very oversensitive his body is right now with a shaky inhale, but still sounding pleased.]

If we're both of the same mind about a round 2 as I think you are, anyway.

[phoenixblessed]

[A menace, indeed... Diluc grunts softly at that tension around him and is quick enough to shift Chuuya off his cock before he ends up losing his mind and rutting him up against the wall again. One thing he has already learned about kizuna is the potential reduction in his refractory period and he would very much like to find somewhere with four walls and a roof before he starts slipping again.

He sets the smaller man gently back down on his feet, though he's still chasing kisses as he does so.]

Round two... three... four... just how far can you go? [His own stamina is fairly significant when he pushes it. He snags one of Chuuya's wrists again and pointedly nips the outer edge of his palm.]

And I'm... very interested in this. [Another nip. His eyes linger on Chuuya's face to watch his reaction. Then he's stepping away, fastening and straightening his clothes, trying to look like he wasn't just fucking in an alley.

The fact he isn't entirely mortified by this thought tells him that whatever effects this 'heat' is having on him are still very much present, simply tamed for the time being.]

... Shall we?

[darkdisgrace]

[Diluc pulling out leaves a slick feeling of emptiness Chuuya certainly doesn't enjoy, but his body is still buzzing pleasantly from the sex they just had and the knowledge that they'd do so again very, very soon.

He returns Diluc's kisses with a grin, though when his attention shifts to his wrist there's a stutter to his breath, a twitch to his fingers. The flush to his skin is more from the sex than embarrassment, but it's a close thing.] I'd say you're just as much a menace as you claim I am, and wonder if you know what you're getting into. But trust me when I say I can go as many rounds as you can handle.

[Fingers curl to grasp Diluc's chin momentarily, leaning in to bite his bottom lip just once more, chiding and smiling all at once. It's not a no, though. far from it.

It's probably a little comical, seeing this 5'3 man tug his clothes back in order without a hint of embarrassment-- but especially his hat, which he scoops up off the ground and makes a point in dusting off with care, ensuring nothing tarnishes it before placing it back on his head neatly. His grin returns, cocky in spite of the fact there's no hiding he just got railed in an alleyway.]

Lead the way, Diluc. And don't worry-- even if someone heard us, I'm pretty sure they're expecting people to do things like this right now.

[He takes a step... and for all his cockiness, there's still some awkwardness to his gait, because fuck it has been awhile.]

[phoenixblessed]

[In fairness, Diluc does have his own particular set of quirks when it comes to intimacy... though they usually aren't ones he employs with total strangers. He can certainly be as much of a menace as Chuuya is accusing him of and he makes no move to deny it, only smiling in a thoroughly amused manner as he notes the awkwardness in the other man's gait while they move back onto the street.

And true enough, no one seems to have really taken much notice of what they were doing.

Diluc is relatively familiar with the area and wastes no time at all in finding them somewhere to get a room. He can already feel the heat itching under his skin again while they make their way up, and having Chuuya near to him is almost unbearable by the time they reach the door and he pulls it open.]

Gods, finally-- [He mutters to himself as he all but slams the door shut and pushes Chuuya up against it, robbing his breath with a demanding kiss.]

I'm not-- not usually like this. [The words come out distracted as he pulls the man across the room to the bed, presses him down onto it, kisses him again.] But I thought--

[Another kiss. His fingers get to work on Chuuya's clothes.] The first time I saw you... I wouldn't mind.

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya's quirks mostly amounted to approaching sex as he approached most things he enjoyed: without regrets, fully embracing the moment and making the most of it. For all his casual teasing, he wouldn't fuck just anyone-- Diluc had caught his interest from the first moment they met, after all.

He follows Diluc into the room, relishing the way his back aches when Diluc shoves him up against the door, laughing again.]

Oh, I could tell from how desperate you were to shut me up.

[As soon as Diluc tugs him across the room and presses him into the bed, Chuuya's pressing up into him, amusement clear in his tone.] But when really it gets down to it, I think you're not nearly as straight-laced as most people might assume.

[One knee comes up, Chuuya happily using the size difference between them to neatly slide his leg between Diluc's thighs, grinding up against him. He kisses Diluc back playfully, surprisingly agile hands making quick work of what few of Diluc's buttons he hadn't brutally torn asunder earlier in the alleyway.]

When I woke up in your house and you had the guts to invite me for breakfast-- now that was the first moment I thought 'damn, I like this guy'.

[It says a lot about who Chuuya is, but it's the truth.]

[phoenixblessed]

Is that what you think...

[It's true enough - Diluc is not what people expect him to be in many respects if they are able to get to know him a little better. He puts on the front of a nobleman, collected and even-tempered, but few people are aware of just how brutal he can be and what tempestuous emotions constantly boil beneath the surface.

Offering Chuuya breakfast had felt like the least he could do given the circumstances. He hums out a curious sound as he pushes the other man's shirt open entirely and tugs it off his shoulders with the aim of fully divesting him of it.]

Is that all..? [He asks with a crooked half-smile, his own shirt easily removed with how ruined it already is. The nail marks already bright across his back sting faintly when the air hits them.] Then either common courtesy is incredibly appealing to you, or...

[Ah, he is quite lovely to look at. Diluc doesn't miss the strength in the compact muscle of his frame. His fingers drift over the taut plane of Chuuya's abdomen, tracing the lines of the muscle there. He's already half-hard again, his breath hitching faintly as he slowly rides up against the thigh pressed against him.]

Or you enjoy it when... someone is confident enough to not see you as a threat...

[In Diluc's mind there is a difference between someone being a dangerous and someone being a threat. Does he believe Chuuya could be dangerous? Absolutely. However... he doesn't think he is a threat. They wouldn't be here together if he did.

And he certainly wouldn't be going for one of the smaller man's hands again, sliding his thumb across the palm.]

[darkdisgrace]

[For all people might mock Chuuya's intelligence, he's not stupid. Never has been, or will be. Stupid didn't survive the streets like he did, or survive being partnered with a bastard like Dazai for three years on the job, let alone become a mafia executive. Brute force alone didn't get him through life.

So he has an idea at least, of what lay behind Diluc's careful front. Chuuya runs his hands over Diluc's chest, tracing scars, some of which he can easily identify: Sharp edges that definitely would have been from someone attacking him, for one.] I think it's what I know. You don't get scars like this from a mundane, blue collar life.

[His cock is already hardening again, stiffening as Diluc lets his fingers wander in turn, and Chuuya leans forward to trace one of those scars with his tongue, humming in amusement at the suggestion.] Confidence is very attractive to me.

[A confirmation, of sorts. Though a bit more truth tumbles free as Diluc returns to caressing his hands, a shuddering intake of breath.] Usually when I touch someone bare-handed, it's with the intention of destroying an enemy.

[The hand that's been idly tracing scars slides up Diluc's chest, settling neatly against his throat. No pressure. Just an pointed display of awareness.]

That tends to be off-putting, for some people.

[phoenixblessed]

Mm... you don't. [The scars on him are numerous and each bear their own story. From sword-cuts to the more jagged swipes of what look like animal claws, purple-hued gunshot scars and the faint shine of burns. At least three look like they could have killed him. A particular one, clearly more recent given its colour, tucked under the base of his ribs looks very much like it should have killed him.

There are others which look a little more innocent, though. Small burns and cuts along his hands and forearms from years of sword training and perhaps something else. On his left hand, though, there is an odd mark that winds its way up from the back of his hand and along his wrist, looking almost like the skin there has been warped by something.

You certainly do not get scars like that from a mundane life.]

Hmn. [He takes in what Chuuya says to him with quiet consideration as his lips brush along the path his thumb had just taken on the man's palm. Diluc could see how such a statement might be off-putting but for him it prompts a small thrill of excitement that rushes through him immediately, fiercely buoyed by the sensation of that hand at his throat.]

So you're that kind of person. [It doesn't sound like he minds. Even with that extra knowledge it would seem that Diluc has already decided the measure of this man. He smiles to himself and briefly digs his teeth against the meat of Chuuya's thumb.] I'll keep that in mind, should I ever find myself your enemy.

[darkdisgrace]

[Diluc wasn't alone in having numerous scars: Chuuya's accumulated quite a few throughout his life, some at an age too young to even recall from where. Many of them look to be born from violence: Knife scars, bullet scars, a few twisted messes that seemed as if they went clean through Chuuya, at one point. Fighting high-powered ability users and the occasional attempted murder tended to leave marks eventually, even if Chuuya's defensive capabilities were excellent with his gravity control. He can't help but allow one hand to fall, fingers running over the warped skin on Diluc's wrist, curious. Chemical burns, maybe? Not electrical, he thinks-- He has some of his own around his wrists, spindly little things, and they don't look quite the same.

But Chuuya could read some of what he saw on Diluc's body, and he knew how to appreciate the history he saw here, one of strength and survival.]

Hmm... quiet now, are you? But I still think I've got an inkling, maybe.

[And when Diluc gives his own response.... the laugh that escapes Chuuya in response to Diluc's words is light and pleased, breaking off into a husky moan at the dig of teeth into the sensitive meat of his thumb. Fuck, but he really did find that attitude attractive.] Shit, you really do have no room judging me for being a menace. But you shouldn't have to worry much about becoming my enemy here, hopefully.

[He allows his forefinger and thumb to squeeze lightly against Diluc's jaw, chiding.]

You are gonna have to do more than that if you want to stick to those plans of yours, though.

[phoenixblessed]

[Diluc's fingers twitch when Chuuya's hand goes curiously to that mark on his wrist. One of the scars he tends to keep the most quiet about and the most difficult to understand. His eyes linger on the other man's fingers for a few moments, only shifting back to his face when he speaks.

Quiet? He supposes he is. It's more natural for him to be so and he doesn't feel that same driving need as he did before, even though he still very much desires the man currently half under him. No surprise there, when Chuuya is genuinely appealing on his own merits.]

I would hope not. Being your enemy would be quite the pity. [He doesn't sound worried about the idea, though. Diluc has not gone out of his way to make any enemies here and should he and Chuuya end up so opposed... no doubt there would be good reason for it.

He nests his cheek against Chuuya's palm for just a moment, glancing up at him in clear amusement at his gentle scolding then tilting his head to press his lips to those thin scars wrapped around his wrist.]

Are you feeling impatient? [Another rough round of the two of them clawing at one another is a thought that sends an undeniable spark of arousal right to his cock, but he doesn't seek to chase it just yet. His free hand smooths up the side of the smaller man's ribcage, his thumb sliding over a scar before it finds a nipple and rubs around it in an idle circle.] I might like to get to know your body better before I have you screaming again.

[They could just go back to rutting like a couple of wild animals. He isn't wholly against the idea and could be drawn into it easily. But...]

If you think you could stand to indulge me.

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya would rather focus on Diluc than think about why it is that he has no enemies, here. It's hard enough not being in Yokohama, but dwelling on being pulled forcefully away from the Mafia is still a prickly patch of thorns he doesn't want to think about, right now.

No, he'd much rather focus on Diluc, on those lips against his skin, on the touch of his cheek against his palm. On those lips brushing old scars that still prickle oddly sometimes, bizarrely sensitive. His breath hitches in his throat, fingers twitching, knee grinding up against Diluc as payback.

Was he feeling impatient? A little. More unused to the attention paid to his hands, his wrists. It was strangely tender, and while Chuuya was far from shy about sex, this... felt strange.

Strange enough that he feels the need to drag Diluc away from his wrist for a moment, stealing his lips for a deep, indulgent kiss. He won't pull away until he's well and truly made Diluc as breathless as he feels, voice rough.]

Maybe I'll have you screaming, eh? But yeah.... I'd be more than happy to indulge you.

[phoenixblessed]

[Chuuya does seem sensitive, and Diluc has to wonder just how far that sensitivity goes. His thoughts are interrupted briefly by his hips twitching down towards the smaller man's thigh, then he's pulled into a kiss, falling into it, and his hands are buried in Chuuya's hair, knocking his hat off as he kisses him until they're both breathless with it.

And even that, for all its possessiveness, felt softer than what they had been doing before. He plants another, lighter kiss to Chuuya's lips before the other man speaks, and he picks the hat up to place it gently on the small table beside the bed.]

Might take you up on that, some time. [He says, and the roughness in his own voice is only half to do with breathless arousal. Diluc has been getting more used to not always being the one leading when it comes to sex, but it's the first time he's made an offer like that so openly.

With the agreement to indulge him, though, he takes a moment to drink in the sight of the body under him. He kisses against the bruising marks he had made to Chuuya's neck in the alley, then there's little time wasted in pulling off the rest of the other man's clothing (and a slight thrill, there, in seeing the mess they'd made still sticky against the inside of Chuuya's thighs). His own quickly follow and everything is unceremoniously dropped down by the side of the bed before he's on the man again, pushing his knees apart to settle between them.

While he explores Chuuya's chest with slow lines of heated kisses and nips against the scarred skin, he pins both hands down against the sheets. His thumbs stroke into the palms, the nails carving shallow, painless grooves against the meat of the heel.

And he listens for every pleased-sounding reaction that he gets, making sure to pay extra attention to the spots that draw the best sounds.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya leans into Diluc's kisses, letting out a hum of approval as he buries his hands in his hair. His own hands are keen to wander, one still curled in Diluc's hair from where he'd reeled him in for that previous kiss, the other wandering downward: tracing the line of his body along Diluc's neck, his shoulder, his spine. He helps remove their clothing with unconcealed eagerness, at least slightly more careful with Diluc's than he was in the alleyway, thankfully.

Hm, might have to replace that shirt still, though.

Thighs come up to frame Diluc as the man settles back atop him, and it's as he's arching up into Diluc's kisses that his hands are grasped and pinned. A breathless laugh escapes him, Chuuya's thighs squeezing against Diluc's hips in approval.

He could easily break out of his grip, but where would the fun be in that?

Especially when the stroke of his thumb is followed by the dig of Diluc's nails against the heel of his palm, provoking an oddly strangled noise from him, a jerk of his body beneath Diluc's and a stutter to his breath, fingers curling reflexively. Every sensation feels clear and focused, enough to make it hard to focus anywhere else.]

[phoenixblessed]

[He can tell, even with the way the man's body flexes up beneath him, that Chuuya could throw him off if he tried. It doesn't happen though, and the redhead takes that as approval to continue even before Chuuya jerks under him. Ah, he is still interested in that.

There's no comment given to the reaction, lest it distract the other man too much from what is going on. He continues sliding the sides of his thumbs against Chuuya's hands, occasionally digging them in a little more, pushing them high enough that he can push those curled fingers to stretch out again.

With the responses he's getting, he doesn't do too much more to draw attention. The nips and kisses he plants on Chuuya's chest are light, pausing each time the man jerks or gasps. Occasionally he gives a languid roll of his hips, just to pull him back if his mind starts to wander.]

[darkdisgrace]

[Chuuya is enjoying this, strangeness of Diluc's interests in foreplay included, interestingly enough. It's rare he sleeps with someone who wants to touch him like this, most of his sexual encounters quick and dirty one off affairs... by choice and design, because such connections back home were yet another route to get yourself--or someone else, most likely--killed.

So this slow, methodical way Diluc goes about touching him, it sets him alight for the newness of it all. His chest jumps and breath catches as Diluc presses his fingers into his palms, a groan escapes him as Diluc gives attention to his chest, Chuuya squirming beneath him when particularly sensitive spots gain attention. Some of his scars are more sensitive than normal, and it's plain to tell which. Chuuya is not a man who hides anything he feels well at all, and so much is plainly painted in his expressions, his reactions.

And each roll of Diluc's hips draws one from Chuuya, a little more eager and demanding than before.]

Haaa... you really are... a tease.

[phoenixblessed]

[His intentions had been outlined at the start but with Chuuya squirming and bucking up against him with increasing eagerness he isn't sure if he can actually follow through with that particular promise. There could be another time, though, he finds himself thinking. He may not mind another time at all.

For now he manages to hold his patience. Chuuya breathlessly chides him, and he laughs softly against the smaller man's sternum.]

You think so? I thought I'd made my intentions clear.

[It feels calmer than before but there's still something driving him, something holding him in this encounter where he might have already ended it were he entirely of his own mind. Sometimes, though... it is just easier to let himself be swept up in it.]

You don't sound like you're complaining. [Nor is he acting like he's complaining, and as Diluc once again runs the edges of his thumbnails across Chuuya's palms he shoots him a crooked smile.] Are you?

[He goes straight for the more sensitive spots on his chest when he drops his head down again, remembering each point where Chuuya had squirmed and gasped under him.]