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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[ilqaras]

[knowing just how hands on Red Wine usually is only leaves Dohalim yearning for him, whining softly when he doesn't get any of those touches. but Red Wine is also right; Dohalim has realised that, now that he's let himself enjoy being driven crazy like this, that he likes toeing that fine line.

bright, glowing eyes look at the Food Soul through half lidded eyes and lashes, before they flutter closed at the feeling of warm fingers mapping across his skin, leaving searing trails in their wake as he shifts towards them. the thrumming inside of him as the sybian continues to vibrate brings him ever closer to orgasm; he's not sure if he'll be able to hold back much longer. his thighs tremble as he rolls his hips against the seat even more; he almost cums as soon as he feels Red Wine's hand wrap around his cock. a moan rips out from him as his head tilts back, and he doesn't answer back, fully knowing that words would fail him if he tried. he tugs at the restraints, trying to ground himself, trying to keep that orgasm at bay for just a little longer]

[judgementor]

[He's almost a little jealous, wondering what that thing feels like as it buzzes away inside the other man. Almost, but not quite enough to want to deprive Dohalim of the pleasure of this. Red Wine toys with his length lazily, never quite firming his grip around the shaft and stroking gently up and down, occasionally circling his thumb around the tip or massaging against the underside of the head.

It does seem like he's intent on driving the man mad, whether he wishes it or not.]

Don't resist it, love. I'm not going to stop you at one.

[That's a promise. One of a kind that he has made before, but always with his own - if considerable - stamina to consider. A machine isn't going to get tired. This could go on for a while.]

[ilqaras]

[and it's not like Dohalim would say no to being driven to insanity or not, really. not if it's like this. honestly, there's a part of him that enjoys being toyed and teased to the point of trembling with need for more than just a few touches. he has to wonder to himself just how quickly he'll crumble considering everything that's happened so far in the night, and with how sensitive he already is, but when Red Wine says that, it's very apparent that it's not going to take much at all. the sybian vibrating in his ass doesn't really help keep his orgasm at bay, either]

Red--

[it's a quick warning before Dohalim lets out a sharp cry that turns into a loud moan, back arching as he cums, muscles tensing as he rides those waves of pleasure crashing through him. it's almost already too much as the machine relentlessly thrums in him still, not stopping as it buzzes against his prostate; it's a different feeling. he nearly tells the other man to stop it for a moment, but a part of him doesn't want it to. he also has to wonder just how long Red Wine intends on keeping him tied to the seat, and just how many more orgasms he intends on drawing out of him. Red Wine wanted this to be the most memorable encounter of the night, and Dohalim is sure that this absolutely will be.

it's a bit of a struggle to keep himself upright at the moment, but he manages to, and through his still half lidded eyes as he tilts his head back down, he glances at his lover, with a small grin on his face. a grin that tells him he wants more, so much more]

[judgementor]

[And what a pretty picture he makes, falling apart like that. The Food Soul lets go of his cock in the moments before he orgasms, letting him make a mess of himself untouched while he watches, and there is no motion made towards turning off the vibrating machine as it continues to hum away inside Dohalim's tight passage.

He does at least give Dohalim a bit of help in sitting upright, bracing one palm against the front of his shoulder until he feels steady again. The grin sends another spark of arousal straight through him and he exhales a shuddering breath, squeezing his fingers around the other man's upper arm.]

You have no idea what you do to me.

[Red Wine swallows and then stands shifting forwards to lightly straddle Dohalim's lap. He can feel the light vibrations through the inside of his thighs, and underneath the yukata he's wearing the slide of skin against skin reveals him to be completely naked.

He doesn't pause for preparation as he reaches under himself and guides Dohalim's cock to his entrance, but how loose and wet he already is is an indication of earlier encounters in the night. Red Wine sinks down in one motion and lets out a reedy groan, tilting his head back and gritting his sharp teeth.]

Ah, fuck...

[No one said he can't enjoy himself here too.]

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim barely has time to regain himself or process what's happening before he looks up at Red Wine. there's a sharp hiss that leaves him as the other lowers himself onto his cock; with how sensitive he is, it's almost a miracle he doesn't cum then and there again. but with the pressure of the Food Soul on his lap, it only serves to press his hips down onto the seat, and the vibrating appendage deeper into him]

Nn... Red Wine--

[Dohalim gasps out his name before leaning forward, pressing his face into Red Wine's shoulder. the heat is dizzying and he can feel himself start to slip into a state of rapture, senses nearly overloading with sensations, and no way to get out of it. not that he wants to, of course.

lifting his head, Dohalim peeks up at the other man through his bangs, eyes heavily lidded in pleasure. but leaning back in again, he clamps his teeth down onto that perfect, pale skin. he always liked how his temporary marks would bloom red onto his skin, like a painting of his pleasure]

F... feel so good...

[words are muffled against his skin, as he bites down on another spot]

[judgementor]

[At first he doesn't move. It's as if he doesn't dare to. He sits in Dohalim's lap, gasping and twitching, and the fabric of his yukata slides off his shoulders to land hooked into the crooks of his elbows. The vine-like markings that always appear when he's close to Dohalim like this have taken over his arms from shoulder to wrist, creeping across his collarbones now and webbing out over the tense muscles of his back.

Dohalim bites down against his shoulder and he groans loudly, tilting his head back. His fingers curl tight into the other man's upper arms and he starts up a slow, steady roll of his hips as he keeps his head lolled to one side to give his lover complete access to his neck.]

You can bite me... harder... [He murmurs, his voice low and soaked in pleasure. His hole is already clamping down around Dohalim's cock as he moves, dragging along the length of it each time he withdraws, and Red Wine is letting out reedy little moans on every other breath.]

Hard as you want to...

[ilqaras]

[it truly is almost overwhelming, with the relentless buzzing in him to Red Wine moving up and down on his lap. with how sensitive he already is, DOhalim wouldn't be surprised if he came again so soon. every time the other man would slide down, he would shift his hips up as much as he can, just to bury himself a little deeper, letting out short groans with every thrust up.

it's a shame his wrists are bound down, as he leans back enough to look at the vine markings mapping up his lover's arms and shoulders; he always does love seeing them, and if he were able to, he'd trace his fingers along them. they really are beautiful, especially along the Food Soul's pale skin. the flowers in his own hair bloom, bright red and full, vining down the back of his neck slowly. if he were in any other state of mind, Dohalim would take a moment to wonder if because there are no other plants to be affected by the kizuna and that's why more of those roses bloom, but right now, it's a thought that is barely a concept to him.

he moans out Red Wine's name again, before leaning in to clamp his teeth back down on the crook of his shoulder and neck, biting down as hard as he can. not hard enough to draw blood, of course, but hard enough to leave deep impressions on his skin, along with red markings in their wake]

I-I... Red, I... Again--

[he can barely string words to form a sentence at this point, but he hopes Red Wine will get the message. he can feel the lust clouding his mind, hurtling him towards a fine line between what little coherency he has left, and a complete state of rapture. honestly, he wants to be used so hard and so much by this man, that he can barely move once they're both done, and he knows that Red Wine can deliver on that]

[judgementor]

['Again' could mean a few things at this point. That he's about to climax again, that he wants Red Wine to do whatever he just did again, that he's trying to say he wants to do this again... or all of those things. The Food Soul himself is feeling dizzy with all of this, grasping Dohalim's shoulders and gasping out a strangled cry when he feels the mans teeth dig into his neck.]

Fuck-- [His hips jolt, grinding down hard, his nails digging into warm skin as he tilts his head back.] Fuck, Do, I want--

[Dohalim could draw blood and he wouldn't care. Wouldn't mind. Gods, maybe he'd even like it. He would like it. His lips press to the man's throat as he rides against him, lips parting for a scratch of sharp teeth as his breathing shudders.]

I want to... Can I..?

[ilqaras]

[there's a prickling sensation that runs up the back of his neck when he feels Red Wine's sharp canines scrape along his skin, igniting a newfound excitement. every time the other man would tease him with sharp nips and grazes, it only makes Dohalim want him to bite him more. he never did push the man to do it, though, to wait until he's comfortable enough to want to do it, but the fact that now, when they're both losing themselves to each other and the pleasure they're giving each other... gods, does he want to feel that bite. it'll probably hurt, but... what's a little bit of pain in his pleasure? it's not like Dohalim is a stranger to it; depending on his mood, he could be rather... masochistic, in his lust.

lifting his head, up slightly, he tilts it back to glance at Red Wine through half lidded, glowing eyes]

Do it, Red Wine... D... do it...

[his voice is low and husky, before he lets out another moan. it's hard to hold back another orgasm, especially with Red Wine riding him like so, but he edges himself just a little more again]

B... Bite me, Red, I want...

[judgementor]

[He's refused before. Balked at the idea, though it's never quite enough to bring an end to what they're doing. His finely honed sense of control when it comes to his bloodlust is something that he has held on to for so long that it's been difficult to ease his grip on it.

But as he leans back just enough to catch Dohalim's hooded, heated gaze and hears him give that explicit permission in that voice, his breathing shudders.]

Fuck-- [He says again, and unlike every time before he doesn't hold himself back. Red Wine tucks his head to the curve of Dohalim's neck and digs his sharp canines against the skin until the needle-like points pierce through it and blood wells up against his tongue.

The taste of it has him letting out a low, throaty moan and he grips both hands against the other man's back. Unable to concentrate on moving his hips and making sure he doesn't tear Dohalim's throat out he opts for the latter, grinding himself down hard and then staying seated.]

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim isn't sure what he expected. sure there's the prick of pain as Red Wine's teeth (finally) pierce his skin. that, he would have been foolish to think wouldn't happen. but what he didn't expect was... that he didn't mind the pain. in fact, he enjoyed it. maybe it's the lust and kizuna in the room that's fogging up his mind, playing with his senses in ways that he normally wouldn't feel, but gods... and hearing Red Wine moan like that... he has to wonder what his blood tastes like to the other man]

Unh... R-Red...

[his name is choked out, his cock enveloped in tight heat as Red Wine sits down completely on his length, which, in turn, presses Dohalim's hips down onto the sybian. the relentless buzzing deep against his prostate with no way of him to give himself some sort of reprieve... before he can mutter a warning, he cums, moan loud enough to echo against the walls. eyelids flutter closed as his head tips back. the feeling is overwhelming, and the buzzing is ruthless against abused nerves, but gods, does he not want this to end. he could go on for a while yet, if Red Wine would join him. quite frankly, he wants this to go on until the sun rises, until the both of them are completely spent and barely able to move]

[judgementor]

[Admittedly, he wouldn't really be able to describe how it tastes in a way that sounds at all appetising. It's hot and metallic, thick as it runs over his tongue, but it gives him a head rush like nothing else and sends a jolt of pleasure through him from head to foot. He doesn't even need to move to climax, hitting his peak almost in the same moment as Dohalim does and wrenching his head from the man's shoulder to let out a loud moan of his own. Blood oozes from the puncture marks he made, bright red, streaking slowly across Dohalim's skin.]

Ah... [He presses his forehead to the other man's, apparently heedless of the sybian's continued vibrations for the moment as he quietly pants for breath. It's a mystery how he hasn't managed to make a mess of himself but the only evidence of what he just did is a streak of blood across his lip and a few drops sliding down from one corner of his mouth.

If he isn't careful he's going to start to enjoy that too much, and he isn't sure if he should be concerned or not that the prospect does not frighten him anymore.]

Are you... are you all right..?

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim has to take a moment to gather his wits again, but with the relentless vibrating in him, with Red Wine's weight pressing him down further onto the machine, and the blood that's dripping down from the wound on his neck, there isn't much in the way of words that he can muster. his eyes, as he looks up at his lover, are like eclipses; pupils blown out so wide as his irises glow like bright rings. is he alright? he... thinks so. overwhelmed, but then again, he always did like having the Food Soul push him to the brink of madness. but this is like no other; it feels good, entirely too good. his skin prickles with arousal, his cock still hard inside of his lover, and the sybian still buzzes almost painfully (but a good painful) inside of him.

is he alright? he's more than alright. he feels electric, he can feel the kizuna pouring out from him and gods, it feels amazing. more so, because he's in the arms of his lover.

so he nods, before leaning his forehead against Red Wine's, letting out a shaky sigh]

Y... yes...

[it's really all he can muster at this point, and even then, it comes out breathy and soft]

[judgementor]

[For Red Wine's sensitive nose, the smell is almost overwhelming. He hums softly in pleasure, eyes half-lidded, and then as if a stray thought catches in his mind for long enough for him to read it he carefully turns off the sybian. For now, at least.

He doesn't want Dohalim getting so fucked-out that he can no longer give any coherent kind of consent to what Red Wine is doing to him. His fingers run along the other man's jawline and then he cups his palms against it, stroking his thumbs against Dohalim's cheeks.]

I shouldn't do that again, you'll get dizzy. [Experimenting with his darker desires has at least given him the ability to impose some control on himself when he does so and he knows it isn't something he can do without consequence.] But... mm... thank you for trusting me.

[A very attractive thing on its own. He smiles and runs his fingers back into Dohalim's hair, and slowly rolls his hips on his lover's still-hard cock. It sparks across exhausted nerves, almost too much but not quite.]

Ah--... fuck, Do...

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim lets out a soft sigh as the machine is finally turned off for the moment; he hadn't realised just how tensely his thighs were gripping onto the seat until just that moment. it's a brief moment of relaxation before Red Wine moves again, his own hips rolling against the dildo in him as his lover moves. he lets out a soft moan, forehead pressing into the crook of the other man's neck as he tries to gather his words]

Haah-- Will always trust you...

[which is true. Dohalim knows Red Wine wouldn't deliberately hurt him, he's usually so careful, even in times like this. it's precisely because of how careful Red Wine is that Dohalim would let the man do whatever it is he wants, if he so chooses.

wrists still pinned down, Dohalim tugs gently at the restraints, wanting to hold onto Red Wine, wanting to splay his hands along his pale skin, dig his nails and score it gently. but Red Wine is the one in control here, clearly, and if it's not within his wishes for Dohalim to be unrestrained, then who is he to argue that point?]

Red... [a shiver runs down his spine as he shifts up into the Food Soul] Nn...

[he really does have to wonder how long they'll be here like this. or how long they've been like this already. it seems as if time is at a standstill, inconsequential in the face of their pleasure and intimacy]

[judgementor]

[He notes the faint tugging, and stills for a moment as he thinks. Then Red Wine sighs and leans down to unfasten the clasps around Dohalim's wrists, finding the idea of being held after that far more appealing than the thought of keeping his lover restrained.

When Dohalim's arms are free, the Food Soul brings his own hands up to cup against each side of the other man's face and tips his head up, planting a gentle kiss against his lips. This could be a ferocious and wild thing, but... biting someone like that is as much an act of trust for him as it is for the other person, and for Dohalim to accept that part of him without question means more to him than anything.]

I love you. [He murmurs, and then he starts up a slow and gradual rolling of his hips. With no instruction given as to where Dohalim can and cannot put his hands he simply gives him full rein for however creative he might want to be.]

Touch me.

[ilqaras]

[it's almost frightening how quick Dohalim's hands are on Red Wine as soon as he's free to move them again, trembling fingers splayed along pale skin, to touch every dip, every curve of the man's body. desperate fingers dance along his skin as if he's never touched him before, juxtaposed to the gentle kiss he presses back against Red Wine's lips]

I love you, too.

[Dohalim's words are hushed, yet so full of passion, hitched as soon as his lover starts rolling his hips again. frazzled nerves light up with electricity again, as he gasps sharply, nails digging into Red Wine's thighs for a moment. touch him... Dohalim would be glad to. his hands have already memorised every part of the Food Soul, every spot that will light up prickles of pleasure just by a brush of fingers against it. a hand slides up to circle around a nipple, with a pinch and roll in between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand sliding up higher, through Red Wine's hair, to drag along the shell of his ear. like the many times he's done before, Dohalim rubs at the tip, knowing exactly what the touch will do to him.

if he were any more desperate, kizuna or no, he wouldn't allow himself to stop touching the other man. he enjoys the feeling of smooth, perfect skin under his palms, reacting to him like he always does. if given the opportunity, Dohalim would even worship him with his hands]

[judgementor]

[He'd expected it, and there's not a word of scolding given for how quickly Dohalim's hands are immediately on his skin. It's something he had been missing throughout this whole thing, only realising when he finally had it, and the kiss is returned just as gently.

But how he loves hearing that. Those three little words. Ones he never expected to get from anyone let alone from someone like this.

Dohalim knows his body well, and more than well enough to instantly seek out every sensitive point on his skin. He sighs in pleasure and approval at each new spark that fires out over his body, the quiet sounds swellig to a low and throaty moan when the other man's fingers trace along the shape of his ear and rub it like that.

That's cheating, he almost says, but he had not said it wasn't allowed and Dohalim has long since had blanket permission to touch him there since those first days when Red Wine would tell him that he did not.

His hips keep up their gradual roll, stuttering slightly each time Dohalim touches a particularly sensitive spot. When he climaxes it's without fanfare - a sudden stiffening of his body as he gasps against Dohalim's lips, shuddering through it with a weak-sounding moan.]

[ilqaras]

[there's such a juxtaposition between the last orgasm and this one, calmer in the storm of their lust, soft and quiet. even from Dohalim, as he cums soon after Red Wine, only lets out a low groan, an arm wrapped around Red Wine's waist pulling him down onto his lap and burying himself deep in him. how many times is that, now... how much more can Red Wine take before he gets his fill? how much more can he himself take before he's too exhausted to even keep himself up?

Dohalim nips his lover's bottom lip gently, before leaning in for a gentle kiss, eyelids slipping half closed as he looks at Red Wine through his lashes. he really is beautiful, no matter what, but in the midst of their passion, he looks absolutely radiant. any moment that he misses seeing his lover like this is an opportunity lost, so Dohalim tries to commit this view to memory, to remind himself that this wonderful man is in love with him.

reaching between them, in the sticky mess they'd made, Dohalim runs his fingers along Red Wine's cock, touch almost featherlight]

Do you want more...?

[judgementor]

Mmn...

[Does he want more? Yes, absolutely, but he also wants more of these warm and gentle touches and the opportunity to commit how Dohalim looks right now to his memory. He cups both slender hands against the line of the other man's jaw and strokes his thumbs softly against his cheeks, before leaning in to kiss him again.

His heart is racing, his face feels hot, but there are few places that he would rather be in this moment than right here.]

I want... [What does he want? His mind feels like it's still flying off into pieces no matter how hard he tries to keep it held together.] I want... anything you'll give me, Do.

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim's hands slide up Red Wine's chest, touches light and gentle. the pads of his fingers glide over perfect, damp skin, to the other man's back, up to his shoulders and down his arms. he rememorises every curve of muscle, mapping out trails along them. he's perfect, so perfect, and even in the haze of their lust, it's still amazes Dohalim how he'd managed to capture the heart of someone like Red Wine.

he leans his head into the Food Soul's hands and into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to relish in the calm warmth. calm, for now, so the both of them can gather themselves. are they done? probably not, especially with the cloy of kizuna around them. he wants so much more of Red Wine, so much more. the sybian he's sitting on top of suddenly isn't enough.

tilting his head back slightly, Dohalim looks around for a moment, eyes landing on a plush chaise, before looking back up at Red Wine]

I want you in me. Let me ride you...

[judgementor]

[While having full control of the situation - and Dohalim - is often very tempting simply for the kinds of reactions he gets he does enjoy the other man giving his own direction as well. While Dohalim touches him he's kissing at his neck and the line of his jaw, until he leans back and Red Wine follows the line of his gaze.]

Ah...

[There's a small thrill of excitement and he exhales shakily before he moves, standing up with a faint grunt and a wince and offering his partner his hand should he need it.]

Nothing quite compares to the real thing? [Even now he still has it in him to be cheeky.] I don't blame you.

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim does have to take a moment to himself before he moves to slip himself off the seat, the dildo sliding out of him with a wet pop. his legs are shaky, and he's thankful for the offered hand, his other hand grasping onto Red Wine's shoulder to steady himself]

There is nothing that compares to you.

[nothing and no one. even the earlier encounters of the night, while more than satisfying, are just not the same when it comes to his lover. with a soft laugh and a quick test to see if he's stable enough, Dohalim leads the Food Soul to the chaise, nudging Red Wine down onto it when they reach it. he doesn't waste too much time climbing on top when the other man settles in, one hand splayed over the pale skin of his chest, while his other is holding Red Wine's cock to guide it in. there's a small moan as Dohalim lowers himself down onto it]

Ha-ah... Red...

[judgementor]

[He will often joke when Dohalim gives him flattery, but this time he says nothing and only smiles as he helps the man across the room and onto his lap. How he's still hard is anyone's guess, and he hisses out a soft and shaky breath as the other man slowly lowers himself down.]

Nngh-- [His breath catches, his forehead resting lightly against the man's collarbone as heat blossoms out from between his hips and brings up a sheen of sweat on his skin. He grips desperately to Dohalim's hips when he's fully seated, almost enough to keep him from moving.]

Nothing compares... mmh? I could say the same.