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[ He didn't expect the flirting. Not even a little bit. And it leaves him feeling flushed pink and a little overwhelmed as she turns onto her back. This is all so new to him, so foreign and overwhelming but for some reason... not unpleasant. He wants to see Kaede's body, he wants to ... touch her.
Xipe help him, who knew he was a little bit like this underneath everything? ]
You have a fair point.
[ His voice is a little breathless as he murmurs that in response and he waits, he watches. She's on her back now, the towel covering her body and he can see her face completely. She is quite lovely, he can't help but think. Pretty and the horns are just as cute as he said they were. When she lowers herself and pulls the towel down, his breath hitches lightly and he's the one who breaks eye contact first, eyes dropping down to her plump breasts and pert nipples. He bites his bottom lip for a moment before looking away.
Oil, oil, he needs oil. He grabs the oil from the side table and pours some onto his hands, rubbing them together and then he approaches her. ]
Please, once again, tell me if I do anything you dislike.
[ And then his hands are reaching out, taking one breast in each palm and he begins to knead and massage them. His thumb and pointer finger pinch at her nipples, teasing and playing with them as he continues to just work her over entirely. He's never played with anyone's breasts before but this is... well, the tenting of his pants shows how much he's enjoying it. ]
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[ He didn't expect the flirting. Not even a little bit. And it leaves him feeling flushed pink and a little overwhelmed as she turns onto her back. This is all so new to him, so foreign and overwhelming but for some reason... not unpleasant. He wants to see Kaede's body, he wants to ... touch her.
Xipe help him, who knew he was a little bit like this underneath everything? ]
You have a fair point.
[ His voice is a little breathless as he murmurs that in response and he waits, he watches. She's on her back now, the towel covering her body and he can see her face completely. She is quite lovely, he can't help but think. Pretty and the horns are just as cute as he said they were. When she lowers herself and pulls the towel down, his breath hitches lightly and he's the one who breaks eye contact first, eyes dropping down to her plump breasts and pert nipples. He bites his bottom lip for a moment before looking away.
Oil, oil, he needs oil. He grabs the oil from the side table and pours some onto his hands, rubbing them together and then he approaches her. ]
Please, once again, tell me if I do anything you dislike.
[ And then his hands are reaching out, taking one breast in each palm and he begins to knead and massage them. His thumb and pointer finger pinch at her nipples, teasing and playing with them as he continues to just work her over entirely. He's never played with anyone's breasts before but this is... well, the tenting of his pants shows how much he's enjoying it. ]
[Kaede is still a painful novice when it comes to flirting, but it seems it worked. She watches all his reactions, from the way his face turns pink, to the breathless waver of his voice, the way he looks at her, and the soft gasp as she reveals her chest. It all gets her body and face to flush too, and a shiver runs down the center of her body, ending between her legs.
She's surprised by how much pleasure and excitement she's able to feel from being seductive with someone other than Kouta. She might feel a little guilty about it later, but not right now. Now was Sunday's time, all her attention reserved for him. Processing her lingering feelings toward Kouta could happen later.
She can't hide the small smile as she watches him fumble for the oil. Sunday was acting rather cute himself.]
Of course.
[It's Kaede's turn to gasp softly when she feels his warm, oiled hands on her. Her skin glistens from the oil under the soft light. When Sunday gains enough courage to start toying with her nipples, she's unable to hold back a mewl.]
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I've learned that my breasts are sensitive.
[It's still embarrassing to acknowledge, but she can see that Sunday doesn't mind in the slightest. Kaede wants to touch him too, but for now, she'll continue to let him explore her body. He didn't need to see beneath the towel to know she was enjoying his touch too. Her hardening nipples, delightful sounds, and flushed skin were clear giveaways--but she could feel herself starting to become wet under the towel.]
She's surprised by how much pleasure and excitement she's able to feel from being seductive with someone other than Kouta. She might feel a little guilty about it later, but not right now. Now was Sunday's time, all her attention reserved for him. Processing her lingering feelings toward Kouta could happen later.
She can't hide the small smile as she watches him fumble for the oil. Sunday was acting rather cute himself.]
Of course.
[It's Kaede's turn to gasp softly when she feels his warm, oiled hands on her. Her skin glistens from the oil under the soft light. When Sunday gains enough courage to start toying with her nipples, she's unable to hold back a mewl.]
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I've learned that my breasts are sensitive.
[It's still embarrassing to acknowledge, but she can see that Sunday doesn't mind in the slightest. Kaede wants to touch him too, but for now, she'll continue to let him explore her body. He didn't need to see beneath the towel to know she was enjoying his touch too. Her hardening nipples, delightful sounds, and flushed skin were clear giveaways--but she could feel herself starting to become wet under the towel.]
[ Her breasts are sensitive? That makes him swallow hard, eyes flickering down to gaze at them, at the way they move and squish under his palms and the erotic sight of her hard nipples and flushed skin. It's hard for him to keep his thoughts coherent after that, feeling the overwhelming urge to keep touching her. To... do more than touch her. Briefly, he imagines bending over and putting his mouth to her nipple, sucking on it to see how she reacts and that just makes his cock twitch even more in his pants, arousal potent.
He doesn't move his hands from her breasts, as she hasn't moved the towel yet. So he just continues to rub and caress and massage her, to give her pleasure through his hands and hands alone. After a while, his mouth parts slightly as his breath comes a little choppier. He really wants to put his mouth on her, he's never felt this urgent a need before. He wants to touch her even more than he is already. He wants to see her moan and writhe and call his name and it makes him swallow, hard, as he tries to keep his focus. ]
Kaede... [ His voice, breathless and full of wonder. ] Does that feel good? Do you want me to do more?
He doesn't move his hands from her breasts, as she hasn't moved the towel yet. So he just continues to rub and caress and massage her, to give her pleasure through his hands and hands alone. After a while, his mouth parts slightly as his breath comes a little choppier. He really wants to put his mouth on her, he's never felt this urgent a need before. He wants to touch her even more than he is already. He wants to see her moan and writhe and call his name and it makes him swallow, hard, as he tries to keep his focus. ]
Kaede... [ His voice, breathless and full of wonder. ] Does that feel good? Do you want me to do more?
[She watches as his arousal slowly tears down the layers of his composure. The tent in his pants has grown even more; his eyes are gaining a slightly wild look to them; and the way his breathing changed doesn't escape her notice. Not that she's doing any better. Her own breathing has become more erratic from his playing with her still-recently-discovered erogenous zones.
When he asks for permission to do more to her, it steals her breath away. Not just because of the implication behind those words, but because he was being so considerate of her.]
Yes, very good. And yes, please... Touch me more, Sunday.
[As much as she hates disrupting his concentration while he's so enthralled with her chest, she can't resist the urge to kiss and touch him any longer. She reaches up to cup his face, not bothering to remove his hands from her chest, and pulls him down. She kisses him on the cheek first so as not to shock him too much. She slowly moves her lips from his cheek to his lips, giving him a chance to move away just in case. If he allows it, she presses her lips hard against his, but her tongue is surprisingly gentle when it pokes at his lips, asking for entrance.]
When he asks for permission to do more to her, it steals her breath away. Not just because of the implication behind those words, but because he was being so considerate of her.]
Yes, very good. And yes, please... Touch me more, Sunday.
[As much as she hates disrupting his concentration while he's so enthralled with her chest, she can't resist the urge to kiss and touch him any longer. She reaches up to cup his face, not bothering to remove his hands from her chest, and pulls him down. She kisses him on the cheek first so as not to shock him too much. She slowly moves her lips from his cheek to his lips, giving him a chance to move away just in case. If he allows it, she presses her lips hard against his, but her tongue is surprisingly gentle when it pokes at his lips, asking for entrance.]
[ The kiss is a little clumsy from inexperience on his end but as she pulls him down for that kiss, his wings flutter a little in excitement and he aches to bridge their mouths together. A soft, pleased noise escapes him as she moves from his cheek to his lips, and then they kiss. They kiss and kiss and she deepens it after, encouraging him to part his lips and he does so, shivering at the wet slide of their tongues against each other.
At the same time, his hands are a bit more aggressive on her breasts. Less gentle caressing and more eager fondling, fingers playing with her nipples as he massages her. He was going to use his mouth, suck on her nipples, but now his mouth is occupied and there's no pulling away for him. He'd like to continue this kissing, this touching, and he moans softly into her mouth as his cock throbs in his pants.
She's given him permission to touch more of her though and so he wonders, should he slide the towel lower, touch her stomach, and then lower than that, touch her... most intimate area? He's never touched a woman like that before and he would very much like to do so, to pleasure her with his fingers in the best way he can.
But for now, he kisses, he caresses, he does not stop his touch. ]
At the same time, his hands are a bit more aggressive on her breasts. Less gentle caressing and more eager fondling, fingers playing with her nipples as he massages her. He was going to use his mouth, suck on her nipples, but now his mouth is occupied and there's no pulling away for him. He'd like to continue this kissing, this touching, and he moans softly into her mouth as his cock throbs in his pants.
She's given him permission to touch more of her though and so he wonders, should he slide the towel lower, touch her stomach, and then lower than that, touch her... most intimate area? He's never touched a woman like that before and he would very much like to do so, to pleasure her with his fingers in the best way he can.
But for now, he kisses, he caresses, he does not stop his touch. ]
[Kaede also proves to be a little clumsy herself, having only recently learned how to kiss. She might accidentally clack their teeth together once or twice in her eagerness, but it's not enough to make her stop. If anything, it reminds her to slow down and really enjoy it as their tongues continue to push and pull together.
She moans, mewls, and gasps into the kiss as Sunday's touch becomes more confident. She'd like to feel his skin too. Her hands leave Sunday's face in favor of taking hold of the hem of his shirt and tugging at it, silently hinting at what she wanted.
Alas, they both have to breathe at some point, so the kiss is eventually broken with a rather wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting them but it quickly snaps. Her face practically matches her hair color as she looks up at him while continuing to tentatively tug at his shirt.]
I... really want to feel your skin against mine. Can I?
[Thankfully, she answers Sunday's question without him needing to voice it. One of her hands releases his shirt in favor of sliding down the towel lower. Wanting to keep the suspense building, she still doesn't completely reveal herself, but the towel is low enough to hint at what lies beneath. The tops of the dips between her thighs and groin are visible and a small bit of matching pink hair peeks out.]
You can feel more of mine too, and not just with your hands. I want to feel more of you, Sunday.
She moans, mewls, and gasps into the kiss as Sunday's touch becomes more confident. She'd like to feel his skin too. Her hands leave Sunday's face in favor of taking hold of the hem of his shirt and tugging at it, silently hinting at what she wanted.
Alas, they both have to breathe at some point, so the kiss is eventually broken with a rather wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting them but it quickly snaps. Her face practically matches her hair color as she looks up at him while continuing to tentatively tug at his shirt.]
I... really want to feel your skin against mine. Can I?
[Thankfully, she answers Sunday's question without him needing to voice it. One of her hands releases his shirt in favor of sliding down the towel lower. Wanting to keep the suspense building, she still doesn't completely reveal herself, but the towel is low enough to hint at what lies beneath. The tops of the dips between her thighs and groin are visible and a small bit of matching pink hair peeks out.]
You can feel more of mine too, and not just with your hands. I want to feel more of you, Sunday.
[ She wants to feel him just the same way he wants to feel her, to move against her, to touch her even more deeply. So, he nods his head a little dazed as she makes her request and tugs on his shirt. Thankfully, he's not wearing his usual outfit with its many layers and instead, a plain t-shirt, a set of soft sweatpants. The outfit of a masseuse even though he's just playing the part. So, he pulls his hands away from Kaede to pull his shirt up and off of his body, holding it in his hand for a moment as he tries to decide what to do with it. ]
Miss Kaede...
[ He cannot get on the massage table with her. It's too thin, too high, not enough room for them both. But there is a little loveseat in the corner which he is almost certain, considering this place, is for this reason entirely. He'll move, toss the shirt onto the loveseat before coming back to her. Then strong hands slide over her knees, over her thighs and slip just underneath the towel as he leans above her. ]
I would very much like to move to the couch with you, if that's the case. May I remove the towel?
[ Because then he can... pick her up. Carry her to the couch. Continue to feel and caress her body as he sits with her in his lap. That's his intention, at the very least. ]
Miss Kaede...
[ He cannot get on the massage table with her. It's too thin, too high, not enough room for them both. But there is a little loveseat in the corner which he is almost certain, considering this place, is for this reason entirely. He'll move, toss the shirt onto the loveseat before coming back to her. Then strong hands slide over her knees, over her thighs and slip just underneath the towel as he leans above her. ]
I would very much like to move to the couch with you, if that's the case. May I remove the towel?
[ Because then he can... pick her up. Carry her to the couch. Continue to feel and caress her body as he sits with her in his lap. That's his intention, at the very least. ]
Consider me excited!
[ Phainon arrives at what he considers to be a reasonable time; the hours here are a little odder than what he is used to at home, but at least there is a night sky to find awe in, and a sunrise to enjoy when it comes. That had almost brought him to tears, the first time, and he had forced himself to ignore the way that it had weighed heavily on his heart.
He's rocking on his heels when he gets to Sunday's door, knocking with a bag of food items in one arm and a bright smile on his face, ready and excited. ]
[ Phainon arrives at what he considers to be a reasonable time; the hours here are a little odder than what he is used to at home, but at least there is a night sky to find awe in, and a sunrise to enjoy when it comes. That had almost brought him to tears, the first time, and he had forced himself to ignore the way that it had weighed heavily on his heart.
He's rocking on his heels when he gets to Sunday's door, knocking with a bag of food items in one arm and a bright smile on his face, ready and excited. ]
[ The door opens to Sunday, dressed down in a simple button up and slacks. He was tempted to dress up more but they're also... in his own apartment and there's no reason to do so order than propriety. So, he sticks with what he has. And he smiles when he sees Phainon, stepping back to let him inside. ]
It truly is a pleasure to see you once again, Mr. Phainon. I'm glad you asked to come over, I really did want some time to catch up with you.
[ He may not be the Trailblazer, may not have the same connection to Phainon as them, but he does want to build a bond with the other man regardless. After all, he knows it's not so likely once they go back home. ]
It truly is a pleasure to see you once again, Mr. Phainon. I'm glad you asked to come over, I really did want some time to catch up with you.
[ He may not be the Trailblazer, may not have the same connection to Phainon as them, but he does want to build a bond with the other man regardless. After all, he knows it's not so likely once they go back home. ]
Just Phainon is fine, really!
[ He notes the hypocrisy there, but he was raised to be polite, and he's not going to ignore those instincts just because he's in another world!
Instead, he walks into the apartment. It's not too different from the one he shares with Mydeimos, which makes sense, so he heads towards the kitchen to unpack, expression warm and content. He finds a lot of peace in cooking, especially when he can prepare food for other people. ]
Consider the entire evening hours, then. I'd like to get to know you better too.
[ He notes the hypocrisy there, but he was raised to be polite, and he's not going to ignore those instincts just because he's in another world!
Instead, he walks into the apartment. It's not too different from the one he shares with Mydeimos, which makes sense, so he heads towards the kitchen to unpack, expression warm and content. He finds a lot of peace in cooking, especially when he can prepare food for other people. ]
Consider the entire evening hours, then. I'd like to get to know you better too.
[ Sunday will close the door behind him as Phainon steps into the apartment and follow him to the kitchen as well. His place is a large studio, pretty standard. And Sunday is fine with it at the moment, the space is enough for him. In the kitchen, he'll watch as Phainon pulls the groceries free and tries to see what type of dinner he's going to make based on the ingredients he spots. ]
That works for me. I apologize for not following up with you sooner after the ball, I suppose I just lost track of time. It's a little easy to do that here, I realize.
[ Both being hyperaware of yourself because of the nature of the reality TV but also not being able to bring yourself to let everything you do be seen. It's a strange sensation. ]
That works for me. I apologize for not following up with you sooner after the ball, I suppose I just lost track of time. It's a little easy to do that here, I realize.
[ Both being hyperaware of yourself because of the nature of the reality TV but also not being able to bring yourself to let everything you do be seen. It's a strange sensation. ]
I'm still finding it hard to adjust to night and day. Keeping to a regular routine is much easier with a sunrise and sunset!
[ Phainon has done what he can to forget about the part where he is being watched at all times, looking at his ingredients. It'll be enough for a simple meal; some cooked meats, a salad, a small pair of cakes for a dessert. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it's home-cooked, which makes it better, right?
Shaking his head, he looks over to Sunday and smiles. ]
I'm not offended, if you were worried. We'll simply have to make more of an effort.
[ Phainon has done what he can to forget about the part where he is being watched at all times, looking at his ingredients. It'll be enough for a simple meal; some cooked meats, a salad, a small pair of cakes for a dessert. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it's home-cooked, which makes it better, right?
Shaking his head, he looks over to Sunday and smiles. ]
I'm not offended, if you were worried. We'll simply have to make more of an effort.
[ Ah, right. Okhema was perpetually in daylight, wasn't it? It must've been quite a shock for Phainon to settle somewhere with a day and night cycle, even if it's just for now. Sunday can't help but feel sympathetic towards him. ]
It certainly is. I can somewhat understand — Penacony did not have a structured day and night cycle either. There were some locations perpetually in nighttime, some perpetually in daybreak. What you ended up seeing would depend on where you went.
[ But right, back to this. He nods his head. ]
Yes, of course. I would love to spend more of my time with you. You're ... a kind man, I've discovered and I don't want to miss out on your warmth.
[ An effusive compliment, he knows, but he means it. ]
It certainly is. I can somewhat understand — Penacony did not have a structured day and night cycle either. There were some locations perpetually in nighttime, some perpetually in daybreak. What you ended up seeing would depend on where you went.
[ But right, back to this. He nods his head. ]
Yes, of course. I would love to spend more of my time with you. You're ... a kind man, I've discovered and I don't want to miss out on your warmth.
[ An effusive compliment, he knows, but he means it. ]
That sounds marvellous! I think I would like to see more worlds, once we're done here. Should our wishes come true, and we're sent back.
[ A world like Penacony, one that he has never really heard of before now, with different cycles of night and day... So many other worlds, and so many other stories to hear. It feels like a foolhardy thing to want, and it cannot compare to the only wish he has ever been able to make.
Turning, he looks at Sunday, expression settling into something warmer.
Friendships are hard for him to hold on to, with the memories that he has, and he does not want to lose this budding one. ]
Consider me at your service, in that case. I'll make your dinner whenever you'd like.
[ A world like Penacony, one that he has never really heard of before now, with different cycles of night and day... So many other worlds, and so many other stories to hear. It feels like a foolhardy thing to want, and it cannot compare to the only wish he has ever been able to make.
Turning, he looks at Sunday, expression settling into something warmer.
Friendships are hard for him to hold on to, with the memories that he has, and he does not want to lose this budding one. ]
Consider me at your service, in that case. I'll make your dinner whenever you'd like.
I truly hope you're able to, Phainon. I think you, of all people, deserve to have your wish come true.
[ Phainon's story, after all, was shared to Sunday by the Trailblazer. As I've Written is also something spread far and wide in the universe now. His story can't be lost into nothing, and Sunday knows how important it is for him to have his wish. ]
Ha... depending on how dinner goes tonight, I might end up taking you up on that offer quite a lot. I'm not much of a cook myself.
[ Phainon's story, after all, was shared to Sunday by the Trailblazer. As I've Written is also something spread far and wide in the universe now. His story can't be lost into nothing, and Sunday knows how important it is for him to have his wish. ]
Ha... depending on how dinner goes tonight, I might end up taking you up on that offer quite a lot. I'm not much of a cook myself.
Me, of all people? I don't think of myself as anything special!
[ Blind, of course, to the publication of his life story, to the work the Trailblazer put in to sharing it, to ensuring that his world would be born. Phainon is stuck in Irontomb, hating himself. ]
I enjoy cooking, and I often make too much. It would be no trouble to share more with you.
[ Blind, of course, to the publication of his life story, to the work the Trailblazer put in to sharing it, to ensuring that his world would be born. Phainon is stuck in Irontomb, hating himself. ]
I enjoy cooking, and I often make too much. It would be no trouble to share more with you.
The mark of a true hero, no?
[ Just said quietly and contemplatively before he moves on, to the less dangerous topic of cooking. He laughs a little at Phainon's generosity. ]
Then, I will gladly have what you share. Starting with tonight. Thank you for coming over, once again. It really is nice to have your company.
[ Just said quietly and contemplatively before he moves on, to the less dangerous topic of cooking. He laughs a little at Phainon's generosity. ]
Then, I will gladly have what you share. Starting with tonight. Thank you for coming over, once again. It really is nice to have your company.
That is what I've heard.
[ Not that he considers himself any kind of true hero. Phainon is not the real Deliverer, for all that he might cling to the term; he is just... Phainon. Khaslana. A beast, burning in the flame of the sun.
Glancing over at Sunday, his smile widens a little, something softer on his face. ]
I've enjoyed your company as well, Sunday.
[ Not that he considers himself any kind of true hero. Phainon is not the real Deliverer, for all that he might cling to the term; he is just... Phainon. Khaslana. A beast, burning in the flame of the sun.
Glancing over at Sunday, his smile widens a little, something softer on his face. ]
I've enjoyed your company as well, Sunday.
[ For a brief, wild moment, Sunday entertains the thought of kissing Phainon. Of course, they'd kissed before, at the ball but there were circumstances around that, weren't there? Alcohol and aphrodisiacs and the setting itself. But here, in Sunday's apartment, there's no real excuse for it other than Sunday's own desire thrumming through him.
He really should not.
So, he clears his throat for a moment and steps closer, not in an effort to kiss but in an effort to be useful. ]
Tell me how I can help. Let me be your sous chef tonight.
He really should not.
So, he clears his throat for a moment and steps closer, not in an effort to kiss but in an effort to be useful. ]
Tell me how I can help. Let me be your sous chef tonight.
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