event pt 1 | full moon & litha

[moustre]

Event Log: June, A Midsummer Night's Dream

I. IUNERIL 17TH - THE FULL MOONS The days leading up to the full moons are the same as last month: Monsters are a little itchier and a little easier to agitate, whether they mean to be or not, which becomes increasingly noticeable the day before the full moons. But of particular note is that this may be the second full moons that some arrivals have experienced, and with that comes greater risks, greater agitation, and further reminders to take care of themselves. Weather fair, despite the worries of the city, Monsters will find that the Sisters aren't blocked away by clouds this night. The moons cast their light down on the city, and the pull is strong for even the veteran natives that call the city home. The Coven is offering potions and charms, in an attempt to encourage those without a Bond to ensure that they will be able to keep their wits about them throughout the entire stretch of the Sisters' time in the sky at their fullest. They're always allowed to reject the offer, but it's with a warning: if they let their newfound instincts overtake them, then they might find themselves back in the Coven under worse conditions. But the Sisters rise framed in stark red skies, even as evening falls across Aefenglom, much to the discontent of the city. Streets that are rarely dim are lit up even moreso, now, in the face of this omen, lanterns and candles leading all the way to the Harbor District. Their colors flicker with shades of blue, green, violet - anything to offset the red. Boats that come and go along the river also carry a lantern or two with the same intent, and ships in the harbor are decorated with magical faerylights, strung across hulls, masts, the works. There's no place in the Harbor District untouched by light, with nary a sign of red in the midst of their goods. Tensions are already high, between the humans and Monsters of Aefenglom. It's especially noticeable on this night: full moons already cause everyone to be a little jumpy, but with the red tidings for Litha, they're more on edge than ever. Some blame the new arrivals, though never directly to their face, especially when they don't know who, or what, someone might be. It's always a there-and-gone whisper, it seems like. Gossip. Distrust. Unease. It doesn't lend well to the full moons, but there are still those that want to help. Many will notice that there's already activities and decorations up for Litha, some of them still under construction despite the fast approaching festival. The most notable of all are the hedge mazes that have been constructed, both by hand and with magic to encourage their growth. Behind the festival organizers' backs, a group of people - both man and beast - are offering Monsters a chance to burn off some of their energy by embracing their instincts in a more... constructive manner, with native Witches and Monsters alike prepared to intervene if things get a little too violent. In a sort of mockery of Litha's traditions, they're partnering Monsters up with a willing participant to run the mazes, with a variety of options that they will list. The partner - or partners, if there is a party looking to go in together - can be either Witch or Monster, and the people organizing this won't judge as they inform the interested individuals of their options: a. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, allowing the Monster to either hunt a small livestock or game animal (a piglet, fowls, rabbits, the like) or to hunt down their partner through the maze they've chosen. This need not end violently, and can become more of a game of hide and seek meets tag. b. EVERYBODY WAS FIGHTING, where one maze in particular has been devoted to a makeshift fight ring at the very heart of it. The organizers hope, somewhat, that by making the Monster(s) in question run the maze first they'll be a little tired out already when reaching the ring. c. UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT, because instincts don't always call for violence, the organizers offer a more intimate experience here, whether it's sexual or nonsexual. Maybe you just want a good cuddle..? The organizers emphasize the idea of consent, and will not force anyone against their will into the hedge mazes, no matter which one it is. They also want to make sure that they will step in to help if called upon, in case someone gets a little too overeager. Witches looking to use magic this night will, peculiarly, find that their magic is a little less... cooperative. Many of the Coven Witches speak of how they specifically wait to cast powerful spells on the night of the full moons, to ensure that they have the greatest chances of success with the help of the Sisters. However, Witches of the new arrival persuasion are much weaker on full moons. Their magic is still there, and they can still draw upon it for spells, but they'll have to put greater effort if they want to cast a spell with any significant amount of power. Overexerting oneself while doing this is entirely possible, so it's best to try and find some sort of balance, lest you find yourself exhausted and without a means to defend yourself. We ask that any and all NSFW threads be marked accordingly, or otherwise moved to a locked post on the log community or an entry/inbox on a character journal. Remember to please be excellent to each other, and respect all limits that your threadmates might have, if you explore the more sexual or violent aspects of the offered prompts. If things get OOCly out of hand, please let us know; if things get ICly out of hand, please let Nessie and Mhairi know.

II. LITHA - IUNERIL 21ST TO 23RD Despite what chaos there might have been on the night of the full moons, and the subsequent day after as things began to calm, Litha still arrives as scheduled on Iuneril 21st, as the sun begins to set. The summer solstice reaches its peak the following night, and the festivities wind down the third dusk. While certainly still lively, it isn't as completely festive as Boaltinn, most certainly because of the red skies, and the natives are obviously trying to make the best they can of what they perceive as a poor situation. To say that the natives are on edge would certainly be an understatement. Whatever happened in those hedge mazes is untraceable, now, and everything looks pristine. Faerylights decorate every awning, overhang, and eave, magical and twinkling with colors to offset the red skies. There are no bonfires, this go around, but much like the fires it seems that the lights all lead to the primary area of celebration: in contrast to Boaltinn, Litha is celebrated in the Entertainment, Shopping, and Harbor Districts. Doors to businesses are wide open (with many even having large signs indicating VAMPIRES WELCOME HERE - those that don't make a clear statement), and stalls offering wares and foods and activities alike are set up at nearly every corner alongside preestablished businesses in the market. The harbor is especially lively, with many sailors coming and going as they prepare for setting sail. While ships themselves are always coming and going in the port, Litha is an important time for the more longterm voyages and those meant to carry some significance, and each ship departing is bid farewell with equal fanfare. Fireworks and celebration that is, at least in some part, genuine, but does carry a certain level of enthusiasm that borders on force of will. a. ASKING FOR A LITTLE COMPANY Though all businesses in the Entertainment District open their doors for the festivals of Aefenglom, the brothels of the city in particular are offering a warm welcome this Litha to anyone who might be interested in spending some time with someone - or, multiple someones. They have open rooms for mingling, lounges with floor pillows and low tables where customers can partake in spiced and unspiced drinks alike, where the unspiced are lacking in the potions and near-aphrodisiacs of the spiced drinks. Private rooms are also available for those seeking a more... intimate experience, however one may take that to mean. The brothel workers are more than happy to attend to any interested parties, but also aren't against randomly pairing individuals up, based on their specifications. And, after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes, the Head Madame of the guild has decided that they will be offering chances for individuals to perform at their establishments. She was rather charmed by the mishap, bless your souls, as were the rest of the guild, so the new arrivals have endeared themselves to the brothel workers. Dances, conversation, assorted busking - whatever skills that their quest-takers learned, whether it be of the more sexual nature or not, they'll provide whatever they might need to put on a show and attract or entertain clientele. b. I'M WISHING FOR THE ONE I LOVE Anyone interested in making their way into the Shopping District will find just as many open doors, as well as numerous stalls interspersed where they weren't before. Vendors hawking their wares and goods like always call out with Litha specials, and businesses set up temporary stalls to draw attention to themselves, with promise of greater bargains and products to be found at their main establishment. There are many that sell spiced foods and drinks, with varying degrees of strength depending on how one wants to feel. Others are selling candles and lanterns, offering a magitech version of a lighter at a steal, depending on how much you purchase otherwise. The largest stalls, and the biggest displays at storefronts, are the flowers though. Every single flower shop in Aefenglom has come out full force, practically painting the district in a myriad of non-red colors as they put their stock on full display. They offer deals for those who wish to buy bouquets for a sweetheart or someone they admire, as well as anyone wanting to make flower crowns for those they care for. Each of the seven largest shops are also handing out a single flower for those partaking in festivities to place under their pillow to dream of future partners, the flower they're typically most well known for; this varies from shop to shop, but the up and coming Rose Bush certainly isn't going to let superstition stop them, and are handing out red roses. It's a bold move, but one that causes the tizzy that they were intending it to. And if one is feeling particularly whimsical, they can go to any well at night, looking into the depths in a bid to see their future spouse and true love within. Perhaps making an offering of a flower would bring good luck..? Just don't linger for too long, as there's a rumor that someone is pushing unfamiliar faces into the well, likely targeting those they think are new arrivals. c. GET LOST WITH ME Though the Harbor District has some bleedover from the Shopping District in terms of festivities, their streets and warehouses are where the most room is available for the hedge mazes. Some are sprawling as they fill the streets and alleys, spilling into the towering buildings that have been empty to load the contents onto waiting ships. They create their own environments, with flowers from the flower shops blooming in the rows and creating archways at entrances and exits. Some are enchanted to seem neverending, although there always is an exit, if one can only figure out the puzzle. Each maze has a different method to its madness, and arrangements that those running them have decided on. (Some faces may seem familiar, to those that encountered them on the full moons; they'll feign otherwise, focused only on the now and refusing to draw attention to any recognition.) Some mazes send in the partners together, randomly selected and tasked with figuring out how to reach the end of the maze together. Others will send the partners in from different ends, with the instructions to find one another, whether in the center of the maze or in its winding path. Another variety offers something reminiscent of the hide and seek meets tag game, tasking one as the hunter and the other as the hunted, a game of pursuit meant to replicate the "playing hard to get" variety of courtship. There's no restrictions on how many times one can enter the maze, as it allows one to forge many bonds - and possibly Bonds - and replicates the process of finding your true love. Or, loves; no one here is going to judge anyone. They certainly won't judge, either, if participants opt to take a swig of something for luck in love before they go in. However, some mazes have been tampered with: rather than opening out into somewhere safe on the street or in a building, they empty out unaware participants into the port itself. Hopefully you know how to swim. Once again, we ask that if any threads take on a NSFW nature that they be marked as such, or otherwise moved to a locked post in the log community or an entry/inbox in a character journal.

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[halfheartedmagician]

Ah, maybe you should have.

[Because really, he's somehow managing to be worse at this than Julian, which seems a feat in Asra's mind. He reacts about the same as the doctor does to the possibility of returned interest, right down to the flush on his face and the sudden nervousness. Asra chuckles and leans closer, resting his chin on a hand and watching the younger man from under half-lidded eyes, not unlike a lazy predator waiting for the prey to make the first move.]

I've seen something interesting. But I don't like crowds much so I might find somewhere else to go soon.

[He hasn't much of an idea of where, not really having a set place to stay at this point, but he'll figure something out. He usually does.

Asra takes a sip of his own drink again, and perhaps it's subtly spiced as well or he's finding he cares less about the company he keeps with the atmosphere here. Either way he smiles again.]

You haven't told me your name. You should.

[tryhard]

[ If Asra is poking fun at him, Waver -- for once -- doesn't even seem to suspect it. He hasn't felt this unworried and self-confident in... hm. maybe ever? Not that he's really keeping track at the moment, considering the effects of whatever has gifted him with such foolish boldness has also erased any ability to truly stop and question it.

When his handsome re-acquaintance leans closer -- the weight of his gaze sliding like a physical touch down Waver's body and the pleasantly spiced scent coming off him (or his drink?) hitting Waver's sensitive nose in a heady rush -- the young man can think of nothing more appropriate in this moment than to obey. It's not a question, leaving no room for coyness this time. He answers immediately and truthfully, ears perked up with an innocent, expectant eagerness to please. ]

It's Waver. Velvet.

[ He doesn't actually get that his companion might be flirting with him in response, assuming that he means 'something interesting' is in agreement to Waver's comment about the decoration. But he doesn't want to see him go so quickly, either, and the implication that he might be on his way out soon prompts Waver to blurt out-- ]

Are you leaving? I'll go with you.

[ The blush is still in place, and Asra might just be able to see the curl of his tail wagging hopefully behind him. ]

Ah, this place isn't really... my thing, either. So...

[ Yeah, no recovering from that one. And he forgot to take the opportunity to ask the other man's name in return... ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[He wonders if Waver knows how much his new form telegraphs what he's thinking in a way that would probably be adorable if he weren't reminded so strongly of someone else who was always so pushy and desperate to please. Asra hums as though considering Waver's request, like he might actually decline and leave the younger man behind no matter what he says. He rises from his chair and stretches up to the tips of his toes in a smooth motion, blinking lazily at Waver and letting the silence stretch out.]

I suppose I might let you follow me, as long as you're not too annoying.

[Deciding to test the waters somewhat, Asra reaches out and brushes a feather-light touch against the side of Waver's pricked ear, enjoying the touch of fur against his finger but focusing his attention on the other's face.]

Where do you think you'd like to go?

[tryhard]

[ Annoying?! Waver puffs up a little at the implication, but before he can actually protest such an unfair assumption (no, it's totally fair), he's interrupted by the hand reaching out toward him. And the touch, ticklishly-light, along the edge of one of his canine ears.

It's the first time someone else has touched his changed features, and the sensation is rather... startling. Waver's breath catches, eyes widening in surprise. The ear flicks back and presses down on instinct, like a small creature with a will of its own seeking shelter in the camouflage of his black hair.

Distracted, Waver has no idea how to answer the question, if he even caught it correctly. ]

I-- Er, I don't know... outside?

[ Yeah, he's a real charmer huh. ]

We'll look for somewhere less crowded outside the main festivities.

[halfheartedmagician]

[The reaction is startled and hard to tell if Waver liked it or not, so Asra lets his hand drop, deciding to leave off from contact for the moment. Instead he smiles somewhat at Waver's response to the question and hums, deliberating the suggestion.]

Hmmm... less crowded? What would you like to do when there's no crowd around, Waver?

[The smile widens ever so slightly and he lets his gaze drag over the younger man again.]

Or would you like me to do something to you instead?

[tryhard]

[ The way he's being stared at is making it really hard to focus. Waver swallows, struggling to hold his gaze out of stubbornness, though the embarrassment makes him want to look away.

Still, it's not exactly an... unpleasant sort of embarrassment. It makes the back of his neck prickle and his cheeks burn, but the intensity of someone's attention solely fixed on him and nothing else is exhilarating. Especially when it's someone as handsome as this.

Waver's tongue flicks out along his bottom lip nervously, an unconscious fidget. He leans in a little closer. ]

Something? Like... what?

[ He's a little naive, but not that naive. Not the way he perches on the very edge of his seat, as close to his companion as he can get without leaving it, peering up at him through his lashes with an utterly enamored look. His heart is pounding. The noise of the crowd blurs into the background, fading away.

Waver's hand settles lightly on the stranger's knee. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[Asra's gaze follows that brush of tongue against the younger man's lip, but he waits until the gentle touch at his knee to make any move of his own. As much as Waver reminds him of Julian, he's also seemingly less practised in this than the doctor is, which does explain the hesitance.

So Asra takes it slow himself, leaning in at that touch to press a gentle kiss against Waver's lips. It's chaste and careful at first, giving Waver the chance to pull away if he wants, but if he doesn't, Asra leans into it more. One hand cups Waver's jaw as his lips part to catch the other man's lower lip between his own, sucking at it gently then releasing so he can curl his tongue teasingly where Waver's own had been moments ago. He catches Waver's lip between his teeth then, scraping it as he pulls away, looking faintly flushed but smug and self-satisified about it all.]

Oh, I think we can think of a few things.

[tryhard]

[ Asra's assumption is correct: Waver has very little idea of what he's doing, but it's not because of not wanting to. If there's alcohol and a bit of alchemy involved in that want, well-- Waver is in no position to be mindful of that, and he's hardly about to refuse.

Not when all he can think of right now is how intense that gaze upon him is, and how it makes his pulse race and his belly tighten. He doesn't pull away.

When Asra leans in to kiss him, Waver nearly melts into the affection, back arching and chin tipping up just enough to meet him, lips soft and pliant beneath his. His mouth opens in a quiet gasp, eyes gone half-lidded and hazy. The sting of teeth makes his fingers tighten around Asra's knee. ]

Ah... I...

[ Time lurches back into its rightful tempo, the noise around them rushing back in like the tide. Waver catches his breath, tongueing gently at the still-tingling spot on his lower lip where Asra's teeth had scraped him.

He can't tear his eyes away. ]

Yes. Let's go.

[halfheartedmagician]

[He laughs quietly and stands, reaching out to take Waver's hand and lead him from the bar, although he lets go once they're out and in the street.]

Come. [It's just shy of being a hard order, firm and brooking no argument. A test to see how much Waver might push back or be willing to follow direction. He gets the sense that he'll do so but likely won't like the same level of harshness that Julian seemed to crave, which is honestly a good thing in Asra's mind. Julian's limits are practically non-existent and it's hardly healthy.

So he just tries the command and starts away, weaving in and out through the crowd and towards a quieter spot where they can get a little privacy. Then he stops and turns back to see if Waver followed or not, although he doesn't expect he'll be disappointed.]

[tryhard]

[ His hand is warm. Waver squeezes, letting himself be pulled out of his seat and leaving the rest of his drink behind (probably for the best) as he's led outside. The streets are crowded full of merry-makers too, and it's not much quieter out here.

When his enchanting new companion turns away and starts down the street, Waver follows without argument. His legs are shorter, but he's faster now than he should have been, and there's no mistaking that scent on the air; Waver won't have any trouble locating Asra, even if he's weaving and not slowing down.

It still takes Waver a moment to catch up, of course-- but he looks not so much annoyed by the pointless chase as he does excited. His tail is up and quivering faintly, the rush of the chase high in his blood. He should have been irritated. It should have been unnerving that he's not. But now isn't the time to notice any of that. ]

Where are we going?

[halfheartedmagician]

[He's pleased that Waver followed, and shows it with a smile and reaching out to take his hand again.]

Ah, I was hoping you'd keep up. Good work.

[Lacing their fingers together, Asra tugs Waver in close again for another lingering kiss, this time parting his lips to catch Waver's lip in his teeth and tug at it as he pulled away, liking the way it reddened afterwards.]

Hmm, your place, I think. [He decided, although gives Waver a teasing smirk.] Unless you'd rather have the stars above you and the chance of anyone stumbling by to see us...

[tryhard]

[ The bit of praise warms him instantly, like a little spark inside his chest, growing bright enough it makes him blush. Pleased, Waver lets himself be pulled along, stumbling forward into his companion. Again, the kiss is just on the edge of rough, teeth dragging over and pinching his lip until it tingles. It makes him shiver, makes him follow up the sting with his tongue, the pink tip of it sliding across his lower lip.

Is it a suggestion or almost a threat? This man has just invited himself over-- but Waver is too enamored, magically or otherwise, to truly protest. He hesitates, worried mostly about his roommate, but it's not long before he nods after all. ]

N-no, I'd really rather not. My place isn't far from here...

[halfheartedmagician]

[Asra isn't particularly fond of intimacy where they might be spotted - although outside and far enough from people isn't a concern for him - but he is curious if it is something Waver craves or not, and if the other man would offer his own place. Truthfully he hadn't been certain where they could go otherwise, so he's pleased when Waver accepts.]

Ah, then we won't have to wait too long then. [He takes Waver's chin in a firm grip and gently tilts his head to the side, dropping his lips to mouth a path down the side of Waver's pale throat and bite at the junction of his neck and shoulder, just enough to leave a mark. He draws back just enough to drag his tongue over the spot and murmurs against it, his breath cool against damp skin.]

Shall we go?

[tryhard]

[ Waver's just about to pull away to lead them toward his flat when he's grabbed again. The grip doesn't even have to be that firm; he freezes instantly, obediently expectant, tips his head with the lightest encouragement from Asra's fingers.

Having anticipated another kiss, the bite is a little bit of a shock, a jolt that rings all down his spine and makes Waver inhale sharply, audibly. His hand catches at Asra's arm, fingers wrapping around his wrist to hold onto him without pushing away. He shivers, exhaling shakily, and manages a tiny nod.

Asra's lips and breath ghosting over his skin raise goosebumps all up his forearms. ]

Y-yeah... [ Waver breathes, though he needs a few moments to gather his wits again, reorient himself and actually be able to lead the way.

He was right, though; it isn't far, just a few blocks' walk that still feels like it takes ages. He hopes Diarmuid isn't home-- and, thankfully, he gets lucky. When they arrive, Waver leads Asra up the stairs, pausing to unlock the door and peer inside, but the tell-tale silence and darkness beyond the doorway is enough to know his roommate must be out as well.

Waver steps inside, gesturing his companion in after him. His heart is pounding so hard, he's sure it can be heard all through the silent living room. ]

Here we are...

I- I've never done this... before.

[ He admits sheepishly, and some part of him still isn't sure why he's doing it now, but it just feels so... right. Warm and exciting, and he likes the way his skin tingles when the handsome stranger touches him. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[Asra follows after him to the house, teasing with touches along the way, a warm hand against the small of Waver's back here, a brush against his hip there. He's charmed by how the younger man reacts to each touch and the novelty of Waver being shorter than him. He's just as warm and flushed as they reach their destination as Waver is too, but when he hears that particular revelation, Asra stops suddenly.

An expression of concern crosses his face.] At all?

[Surprisingly gentle now, he reaches out to brush Waver's hair back and cup his cheek.] You shouldn't rush into this then. Are you sure this is what you want?

[tryhard]

[ He reacts just as nicely to the gentleness as to the hints of roughness, tipping his face up into Asra's palm like a flower toward the sun. ]

...huh?

[ It takes a moment to realize what exactly he's said and how it sounded, between the distraction and not being exactly sober. Waver blinks, lips half parted. He starts to pull away in surprise. ]

Oh. No, no, not-- you know, at all. Just--

This. [ He gestures, sheepishly, around the still-dark living room with a blush that shows even in the moonlight through the windows. ]

Having, er, someone over, I suppose.

[ A stranger. It hits him belatedly, though not with as much concern as it should have. He's still entirely enamored, just embarrassed now. ]

Oh, no... I didn't even ask your name. I can't believe-- augh.

[ Stupid... Considering that, Waver can't believe someone so attractive had even wanted to come home with him. It feels a bit ridiculous, now. ]

[halfheartedmagician]

[He laughs softly at Waver's obvious fluster and tugs him close again, arms wrapping around him and enjoying the novelty of a smaller lover for a change. His lips find Waver's and he kisses him slowly, drawing his lip between his own and teasing it with his teeth. Curls his tongue into the other man's mouth to taste him, the faint echo of the drinks they'd had, and draws away once he's certain Waver will be left breathless.]

It's Asra.

[He drops his lips to grace Waver's throat with soft kisses and one sharp, unexpected bite.]

You didn't answer, by the way. We can stop now, if you're not comfortable but--

[And just as quickly, Asra stops entirely and takes two measured steps back from Waver.]

You'll have to show me exactly how much you want this if you do want to continue. Impress me.

[tryhard]

[ More of those breathless, heavy kisses, and Waver is enraptured all over again. His head tips back, throat bared to Asra's whims as he starts making his way down along the soft white skin already sporting the red mark of his previous bite. Waver marks so easily.

He gasps sharply in surprise, one hand lifting to grip Asra's shoulder at the unexpected sting of teeth that leaves behind more evidence even as Asra pulls away. For a moment, he doesn't even understand the question. Head swimming, Waver only stares up at him, mouth half-open and eyes dusky, shadowed by his thick lashes.

When Asra steps away, Waver tries to hold onto his sleeve, but he's too distracted and a little too tipsy, and he's not fast enough to keep his grip. He does, however, instantly try to follow. ]

No. I don't want to stop. [ It bursts out of him thoughtlessly, edging on desperate. ]

You came all the way here, didn't you? Don't be that way.

[ It's his own fault for making it awkward, Waver realizes vaguely. He hesitated too much. Maybe Asra is offended, or doesn't believe him-- and never mind the fact that Waver has no reason to really believe it or want this either, considering he doesn't even know the guy, and this isn't the sort of thing he does. But who has time to care about that right now?

All he knows is that Asra is putting distance between them, and that's the last thing Waver wants right now. ]

Come on. My room is that way.

[ Waver tries to reach out to him and catch his hand once more, meaning to tug him down the hall toward his bedroom. He's a little nervous about his roommate coming back and making it even more awkward. He doesn't want Asra to leave. ]

I do want to continue.

sorry for the delay!

[halfheartedmagician]

[Not exactly what he meant, but Asra lets himself be led, the earnest, needy way that Waver is trying to convince him to stay endearing in its own way. He follows him down the hall to the bedroom and takes a moment to crowd him against the door, pressing himself against the smaller man's back and scraping his teeth against the nape of his neck and doing his best to make something as simple as opening the door an exercise in self-control and focus for Waver.

As soon as the door is open, however, he breezes past the flustered man and crosses to the bed, sprawling out on it and propping his head up on a fist, watching Waver.]

Hmmm~ I think I'm still unconvinced exactly how much you really want me here, how much you really want me.

So why don't you close the door and try to convince me. Better this time.

no worries!

[tryhard]

[ Asra really is so... touchy. Bitey, too. Waver finds himself completely weak to it (certainly not complaining), any worries he might have had that Asra is getting bored and might leave quickly buried under the fresh onslaught of sensation and his own madly thundering heartbeat. The hot breath against the back of his neck raises goosebumps along Waver's skin, his voice catching in his throat in a flustered whine as he struggles to open the door as quickly as possible, lest he completely lose focus and just end up distractedly pinned against the outside of his door until Lancer comes home and finds them. The thought is far more embarrassing in an uncomfortable way than an exciting one, at least, so that's encouragement enough to pay attention.

At least until they're both inside and the door is shut.

...and suddenly Waver finds himself standing in the middle of his bedroom with Asra lounging like a cat on his bed, looking for all the world already as if he owned the place. It's as irritating as it is attractive. Waver misses the heat of his breath on his skin. ]

Now you're just teasing me... [ Waver complains, sounding more breathy and whiny than he'd probably have liked. Reaching behind him without looking, Waver flips the lock on the doorknob.

This time, though, he finally seems to understand what Asra is really saying by telling Waver to 'convince' him.

Better this time, he orders, and Waver feels a bit scolded, defensive. He skulks forward, bracing a knee on the edge of the bed to crawl on as well and kicking his shoes off in the process. ]

H-how am I supposed to...?

[ Well. He has some idea. But eager as he is, he's torn between want and anxious embarrassment that freezes him in place, dark eyes flitting up shyly to Asra's face as if searching for direction there. Waver crawls closer, sitting on his knees to free his hands and reach tentatively for Asra's shirt first. ]

C-can I take this off?

[ For all his insistence that it's not his first time, it's painfully clear he still has very little experience. Eagerness in abundance, and no idea how to actually proceed now that he's got the handsome man in his bed at last. ]