[OPEN] rainy and sticky days

[kivatteru]

Who: Wataru & YOU!
When: All of Mareuer
Where: In and out of town
What: Catch-all for the month! Quests, events, and others. Open prompts under the cut. HMU if you want a close thread!
Warnings: NSFW in one of the threads, a corpse in one of the prompts, Kivat being Kivat, and that's it.

i; research request — i fucking love reading

[ A simple enough request that gives me an excuse to look around the library. Though he's strictly ordered to just look up books about chimeras and similar, he can't help himself and skims through a few unrelated shelves, curious about what he could find about this world. His free time has been cut off a lot since he started working, so now is a chance like another to catch up.

He's in the process of piling a few books when he sees another person seemingly into the research. He smiles softly. ]

Are you also looking up chimeras, by chance?

ii; hungry grass — rest in pizzas

[ Wataru brought more than just a sandwich, in case the situation called for him staying in the grass further than necessary. He ended up dawning down more than half his share while investigating, without even realizing it. Kivat might even praise him for getting more fat into his exceedingly slim body, but that's besides the point.

When the corpse comes into view, he feels a sudden wave of nausea hitting him. He'd seen a lot of humans getting turned into nothing but only their clothes when the Fangire sucked all their life essence out. He also witnessed the Fangire themselves shatter into pieces of glass when they died. But an actual human corpse, just laying there and rotting? That's something he's still not quite used to seeing in plain view.

He notices he's still got a piece of pizza in his mouth, and he shoves it back into his bag. He's no longer hungry. ]

I guess that answers it. [ He tells the companion who came to investigate with him, although it sounds even ridiculous to him that a dead body would cause hunger-inducing grass to grow around it. So he adds, as an afterthought, ] ... Probably.

iii; kivat option — stuck in the moment

[ Kivat Bat the 3rd loved wandering around with no purpose, interacting with people and playing pranks sometimes. As Wataru's familiar, he's the complete opposite of him: chatty, loud, and brutally honest. He got around making a few friends among the monsters thanks to his attitude, but with those came also enemies he pissed off either on purpose or by accident.

So one day he gets his comeuppance. A cat turnskin managed to capture him, wrap him up in tape, and trap him under a half dozen sacks of fertilizer. Bad luck wills that the weather is especially bad today, and a rainstorm pours in the area with no one noticing that the sacks are soaking up in the street.

Muffled by the tape, his voice can still be felt faintly in a pitiful "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" sound that might as well be ominous if he wasn't pissed off while wildly wriggling and trying to break out. That turnskin is a dead monster.

Wonder if anyone manages to find him before Wataru does? ]

iv; wildcard

[ The prompts are mostly for quest shenanigans but there are still other things Wataru will do throughout the month! He will...

- Help experiment for the sake of vampires in the Desmodus Mori quest;
- Be out of the city and assist the infected when he's not at his job;
- Frequent the Coven, especially the Abjuration and Evocation classes;
- Work at DiplomaTea as a server/musician;
- Walk his petalwolf Dahlia around, play with the orhphans and refugee children, etc.
- Probably be around for full moon shenanigans if you want something hotter.
- Event shenanigans, possibly, when they come around.

Let me know if you want a specific closed thread! PP me at gaiamemories or send me a PM. ]

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[kivatteru]

[ Whether it was an excuse or not, Wataru feels partly grateful that his clothes are coming off, if not because the nervous sweat was already starting to stick to the fabric and it felt uncomfortable. Everett undresses him like a doll, baring his skin for only a pair of eyes to look at.

Wataru nods, resisting the urge to chase after Everett's lips when the kiss is broken, feeling himself get addicted to the sensations again.

He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as the faun takes care of his undergarments. His eyes divert from his own nether parts, but his hands reach for Everett's clothes. ]

Can I help...?

[ He wants to do his part, too. ]

[rollfordiplomacy]

It would be a pleasure, if you did. [Everett's all for Wataru taking initiative. Seeing as he took off his tunic to be brushed, all the really remained was his kilt and gloves. The latter of which, he wouldn't be removing. He stands before Wataru and lets the young man fuss to unclasp the buttons upon the waist, making it loose enough to fall around his long faun's legs and be stepped out from. He didn't both with undergarment much, these days... blame that on being a faun, too.

Everett's about half hard, still working up anticipation of what was to be. Wataru, naked and looking at him from his bed, is sure to do the trick soon enough.

He reaches to pet Wataru's hair and cheeks, paying some gentle attention to the cute beauty marks across his face.]

So handsome, my dear. Lay back and open your legs. I'm to dote on you.

[kivatteru]

[ It comforts him to know that requests like "open your legs" don't reduce him to a blushing mess anymore than he already is. But as he watches Everett, his eyes sometimes falling on that half erect cock and then forcing themselves back to the faun's face, he's still very much unknowing of what comes after they get naked, besides the usual and very welcome stimulation by handjob.

There's going to be more tonight, and he needs to be prepared.

Fairly naked now, the both of them, except for Everett's gloves - the sight of them somehow gives him positive shivers - Wataru goes along with the request, feeling the heat of the mattress underneat him as he presents himself to Everett, legs open and the start of an erection in full view. His hands are restoing on his stomach, with nothing to do at the moment. If the faun wills it, he'll put them into motion immediately and try his best to work with every wish his boss might have. ]

Like this, right?

[rollfordiplomacy]

Yes, good boy. [Everett is casually assured in his praise, giving it without stammer or reservation. He hums a moment, before thinking, he should really do all he can for the young man. To best give him the experiences he's craving, without even knowing yet their precise taste. Reaching for his end table, Everett produces some lubricant in a potion's bottle. Something pleasantly fragrant, but without any enchantments to distract. No, no... Wataru should feel what this is like, without magic clouding the experience.

But then there's the slight hesitation. His gloves, after all, should not do this. If it's for a practical (see: horny) reason, he can spare to remove one... So, he'll do so. Besides, it lends more intimacy, doesn't it? That he's willing to reveal what he holds back, as Wataru allows himself to be so vulnerable.]

I'm going to stretch you out, with my fingers. It will feel odd, that's perfect normal, my dear. Try to focus on what is simple odd... versus what might hurt. I will always, always stop immediately, should you be in any pain. [he'll punctuate that with a trail of kisses along Wataru's inner thigh, looking up at the young man to gauge his reaction]

[kivatteru]

[ He's going to be, quoted straight from Everett, stretched out.

It doesn't take a genius for Wataru to determine that the experience will hurt, or in the hopeful case he follows Everett's steps, odd and nothing more. He's given complete control of the action and he's grateful for it, because while he's very much used to pain, this one kind is definitely new and unpredictable. The anxiety from both performance and the unknown rears its ugly head again, but despite his hands stifly curling over his own stomach, he won't budge from his decision to see this... all of this... to the very end.

The kisses tickle him just right, as he gets rid of some tension. Worrying too much is silly, even though he feels as though he can't help it. Nobody's going to stab him or treat a serious wound. It's just fingers... about to enter him for the first time.

God, that sounds so weird in a funny way.

Parting his knees further, Wataru nods, managing a smile amongst the conflicted feelings of both anticipation and apprehension. ]

I understand, Everett... go ahead.

[rollfordiplomacy]

Very good, my dear. Relax. Enjoy yourself... [Everett speaks hotly against Wataru's skin, trailing his lips to the young man's cock. He kisses the base before spending a moment wetting his bare fingers with lube. As the tip of a digit finds entrance, gently working inside of Wataru, Everett's mouth takes in his erection.

His tongue slips along the bottom curve, wet and slick, sucking him back until Everett's bottomed out, lips wrapped snugly around the root of Wataru's dick. He slides his mouth slowly away, dragging the suction as he went and humming in satisfaction at the act. All while his finger glides back and forth within Wataru, getting the young man accustomed to the feeling of motion inside of him]

[kivatteru]

[ Wataru shivers, bringing the back of his hand against his lips to muffle the moans coming out quickly as Everett regards his cock with so much attention at once. The pleasure overrides whatever strange feeling being fingered gives out. ]

Ah...

[ He can't help letting out a few sounds anyway, as quiet as they are. Everett's mouth is on him and the sight is breath-taking - he can't look away, blushing even more powerfully, the heat threatening to fog his head already. ]

[rollfordiplomacy]

[Everett does so enjoy being admired. The look Wataru is giving down to him in intoxicating, goes straight to fog his mind with lust and desire to please. Straight to his own erection, as well, but that's for later. He hums around Wataru's cock as he takes it back into his throat, all too skilled in the act. Get a man his age and experience in bed and he's going to do more than a few tricks to impress and please. Wataru deserves his best.

And two fingers, eventually, pressing inside with added lubricant. Everett can hope the distraction of bobbing his head along the young man's cock is enough to distract from any initial discomfort. Even if it's a brief sting of pain to be opened wider, Everett knows how and where to curl his fingers, to brush two delicate fingertips directly into the witch's prostate.]

[kivatteru]

[ This is-... he's not sure if this sensation even has a name.

It hurt for the brief instant it took Everett to insert two fingers, and it wasn't even the kind of pain that would explode everytime he suffered an injury during a battle. Everything is strange and embarrassingly exciting from the point of view of a worried beginner.

Surely his friend is doing an exceptionally great job distracting him, either way. It gets more sounds out of him, muffled by his hand. ]

[rollfordiplomacy]

[Everett bobs his head a couple times more, but the muffles moan catches his attention. He slides off, lips slick with a shine of precum and spit, kissing the head of Wataru's cock directly, before speaking, voice somewhat haggard]

Please... don't cover up. I like to hear you, my dear... Wataru. [another kiss, petting into his young companion's prostate more boldly. Give him those reactions, he savors them]

[kivatteru]

[ Being asked to moan loud and clear for Everett to hear is... terribly, terribly embarassing, and Wataru is hesitant because he's not sure he can hear himself without bursting in all awful ways.

He shakes his head eventually, definitely not ready for that kind of thing. Having his prostate rubbed is okay, but moaning? Haha... that's what gets him flustered enough that he doesn't want to show it. ]

Sorry... [ He says, but the next stroke from within does yank a more vivid moan out of him. ]

[rollfordiplomacy]

[Everett sighs breathless against Wataru's skin. Don't be sorry, he might have said, but there's no reason so insist such a thing. Wataru needs to feel accepted, not scolded pointlessly. The moan that does escape him gets Everett's praise]

Beautiful... music to the ears, [his flutter as he takes Wataru's cock back in deep, bobbing his head in earnest, timing his fingers movements to go in deep as his head pulled away, alternating between the pleasures around and within the younger man. He wants to make this prep as doting and satisfying as possible, Wataru deserves no less of him]

[kivatteru]

[ It works on him, it really does, although he doesn't properly show it. The comment makes him squirm a little, but he doesn't try to cover his mouth or gag himself. He's not so eagerly on board with letting Everett hear every sound he makes, but he could show gratitude for being treated so thoroughly and gently.

The longer he spends being prepared and touched, the looser his moans become, mind fogging with newer sensations coming up when he doesn't expect them. Now it doesn't feel that weird anymore, thanks to Everett's joint effort with his fingers and mouth. ]

Hnn... ah...

[rollfordiplomacy]

[Everett has reapplied lubricant liberally to be sure sure Wataru was kept comfortable. The young man is finally relaxing, stretching open around his fingers and twitching more than tensing against the pleasure. The witch's writhing moans are their own good sign, Everett turned on beyond belief by the act and sights and sounds before him.

He mouth separates with a parting kiss, before his licks his own lips, tasting precum. Imploring,]

Dear Wataru... shall I make you cum this way? Or do you wish to have my cock inside you first? [frank and unabashed questions, but Everett's confident enough to speak them sultry and caring. Neither is weighted as preferable in tone. Both, after all, are very fine options]

[kivatteru]

[ Wataru moves his head to look at Everett properly this time. He gulps, twice over, an annoying lump lodged down his throat. Part of him wants the faun to carry on and make him cum first, but he's also impatient. Wants to absorb information and feel better about himself, mature from the greenhorn he still is. It should be quicker. He needs it so impatiently.

His hands come down to rest on Everett's horns, fingers brushing the texture. He's tired of just laying back and receiving. ]

Be... inside me, first. I don't think I can take it anymore.

[ He wants to cover his face again, but forces that thought down because he wants Everett to be proud of him after all. ]

[rollfordiplomacy]

I've been looking forward to feeling you, dear Wataru. [Everett confesses, bumping his head just a little further into the touch he's being given. He wants this to be enjoyable, affectionate, not just some experience to be gotten over with. Wataru should have a good time in spite of his nerves, Everett will do his best to deliver that]

Do you wish to remain on your back? Turning you around feels... rather impersonal for a first time, but I would not deny you if that seemed most comfortable. I will indulge whatever whim you might yet have, good lad.