middaeg | You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

[cont from here.

Dazai follows Everett into the first bedroom, and is slightly surprised at the small desk in the corner. The cottage certainly seems well furnished, especially considering that it was free to rent. Which is still incredibly fishy to him, but --

He's a bit too riled up at this point to think too in-depth about the whys or hows behind the cottage being so easily rented, so he'll just make his way over to that bed and sit on the end, crossing his legs with a very wide smile on his face. He'll then shrug off his trench coat and toss it onto the floor. However, his vest and dress shirt will remain on, since -- a near-stranger doesn't need to see his myriad of bandages.]

This will do. Tell me, before we start -- are you in the mood for anything specific tonight?

I'm a versatile man.[and an experienced one, but he won't say that, too uncouth. He closes the door to the bedroom behind him and steps out from his boots. His overcoat and the ribbon looped around his neck are next to be shrugged away, though he'll fold both and set them neatly upon the desk. The ribbon is rather peculiar, far too thin to be a scarf, more like a very long blindfold. One end clatters against the desk as he sets it down, a pair of rings dangling there.

With those out of the way, he has only his tunic, slacks, and gloves left on. And glasses, of course. No getting those or his gloves off of him, which he adjusts with a tug.]

You're the one who seems to have certain preferences. What is it you want?

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[He'll watch Everett remove those (admittedly many) layers of clothing, nodding slowly all the while. He does, at least, kick off his own dress shoes while he observes, so that he's not just wasting time. His pants remain on for the time being, though.]

Oh, I just want to have fun~ [He teases, turning his head to watch where that scarf now lies. It's an interesting piece of cloth, one that could certainly be used in interesting ways.]

But if you need specifics, that cloth you've just placed on the desk -- it looks useful. Bring it here.

[Everett raises an eyebrow at the request, looking back to the ribbon, before firmly denying the request.]

No, it will remain where it is. That is not meant for games. [it didn't have it's magical qualities here, Everett knew, but he still saw it with more significance than any other piece of long fabric.

He crosses to Dazai and pointedly straddles the other man's lap. Stating his intentions outright,]

I shall need to distract you in other ways.

[Dazai pouts at that, since he was genuinely hoping to have that cloth used on him, to cover his eyes and add an extra thrill to all of this. But --

He can't force Everett to indulge, so he quickly smiles again and sighs contentedly when his lap is straddled.]

And what ways are you speaking of?

[He'll lift a hand to place a finger on the other man's lips, but only for a moment. That hand slides away as quickly as it was brought forward, and he leans in to press their lips together for a quick, but still heated kiss.]

[The answer is best given without words. Everett would rather meet the kiss and expression his intentions that way. Dazai may mean for it to be brief, but Everett pushes to length it. His arms wrap around Dazai's shoulders, one cradling the back of the man's fluffy hair. Everett's lips are soft, just he kisses with a demanding manner. A man at his age and experience isn't going to be shy, or at least he isn't going to be.

He'll also let more of his weight relax down into Dazai's lap. He's not grinding against the man, though he had every opportunity too. The restraint is better, he thinks Dazai will find that more intriguing than Everett giving everything away upfront.]

[Even though Dazai had intended for the kiss to be brief, he doesn't protest by action at all when it's prolonged and deepened. Instead, he finds himself gasping a few quiet moans into it, his tongue pushing forward to explore the other man's mouth. Which, interestingly enough, still has hints of that coffee from earlier lingering about.

The weight on his lap is nice, very nice, and he soon tries to push his hips upward a little to start grinding on his own. He's slightly impatient; it'd been a while since he'd done anything intimate, admittedly.]

[Contrasted to the building tension, Everett is relaxing more and more into the act. His hands combs through Dazai's hair with an affectionate touch, encouraging each moan. The older man has a distinct sort of tenderness about him, open and accepting. His lips part around Dazai's tongue, lapping at him in return. That drives a hum of his own, appreciative of the feeling, soft and wet within his mouth. A little bitter from the coffee, but also invigorating.

When he breaks the kiss for air, there's a line of saliva between them. Everett can't help but lean back in briefly to lap it free of Dazai's lips.]

To your liking, sir?

[Dazai had been getting so involved and so lost in that kiss, that when it's broken, he has to blink a few times to even register that realization -- and then he smiles a very wide smile.]

What do you think?

[There's no need for him to blatantly state how that made him feel; he's clearly hard from the kiss and the very gentle lifting of his hips alone, really.]

But that's not all you want to do, right? Don't leave me all bothered like this~

Mmn, no, not all. Not by far. [Everett responds with a light, but promising tone. Another, shorter kiss. The hand not in Dazai's hair slinks forward, palming flat down the other man's chest in a languid motion]

I suppose what I want depends on you more than anything. I'm not going to get on my knees if you're a one-and-done sort. [another hum, playfully sizing Dazai up]

You don't seem that kind. You're a lively man, aren't you? [and would reciprocate in some way, at least, if Dazai wanted any hope of returning to Everett's bed, he wouldn't leave the older man in the cold so to speak]

One and done? [Oh.

Well, Dazai can't say he doesn't give off that sort of vibe, but that's not the case right now. With a chuckle:]

I'm not like that, don't worry! [He's just not one to commit, for various reasons.] But I am kind.

[He'll make a point to run his fingers through the other man's hair, playfully, as he adds:]

I'm lively, too. Quite lively.

If that's so, then I shall treat you. I'll be counting on that to be well reciprocated. [he teases, giving one longer, lewd kiss to punctuate. When that breaks, his lips still wet form it, Everett crawls off the man's lap to rest on his knees. He opens Dazai's thighs to fit between, reaching to undo the man's belt and pants.

Revealing Dazai's cock, he gives it a long look up and down the length. It's always a curious moment, seeing someone exposed for the first time. A curious moment that always turns Everett on.]

Go ahead and count on it. I won't disappoint you.

[That kiss leaves Dazai wanting more, as evidenced by his reaction of leaning forward quite a bit -- nearly toppling over. He manages to catch himself, though, and his eyes simply fall to Everett's hands. When his length is exposed to the air of the room, he lets out a quiet gasp, and then --]

You seem to be inspecting me. Were you expecting that to be bandaged, too?

[Okay, that's get a real laugh out of Everett.]

No, no, I hadn't thought that! I would have been quite surprised, had that been the case. [Everett continues to smile, enjoying the the laughter and breezy mood. He kisses the tip of Dazai's cock and laps it over with his tongue, eyes lidded upward to the man to seek some approval. Everett knows he's a pretty face to have between one's legs.]

[Now the thought of bandaging his own cock to match pretty much everything else is stuck in Dazai's mind, and he laughs, too. Which is inappropriate to do with someone between his legs, but --

Wouldn't necessarily be the first time he's done so. The laughter doesn't last long, at least, and he soon finds himself closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as he feels the other man begin to work his magic.]

Ah -- good start...

[Everett gives one more lick over his own lips before taking the man's cock into his mouth. He moves slowly along the length, not out of caution, but enjoyment. The bitter taste of flesh is worth savoring, Everett sensitive in the best ways to it. His tongue rubs the tip, lapping away precum, working up the place he's sure will get the most reaction.

A good reaction, he's sure... Everett's clearly experienced at this, as he promised. A moment later, he's languidly bobbing his head away before further down, taking just a bit more further inside, lips wet and tight around the shaft. There's absolutely no rushing through this, that would a shame.]

[Well, Everett's talents are pretty much instantly apparent, as evidenced by how smoothly and easily he takes Dazai into his mouth; it's also evidenced by the enthusiastic moan that leaves Dazai's lips when most of his length is taken.

Truth be told, he himself has very little experience in giving with another man, but he knows what it's like to receive. He's not a stranger to that at all, what with many, many one-night stands with wooed women back home. None of those encounters were that memorable, however, so he's selfishly hoping that this one will be. Since he'd ideally like to have some reliable partners in this world.

As Everett continues, Dazai shifts and leans forward a little so that he can rest a hand atop the other man's head, soon digging his fingers through his hair.]

[Gentle pets to his hair? Yes, please, more of that. Everett's expression turns to a rather cute smile, lewd though the act may be. He obviously enjoys the affection of it, both in giving such pleasure and being doted on during the act. His hair is very soft and fluffy, the only oddity, if Dazai feels around enough, are the two bumps upon his scalp. The start of those horns he had in the dream they shared, more than likely.

Working up a rhythm, the older man is bobbing his head in smooth motions. His tongue rolls in perfect time with the suction behind lips held tight. Another hum as he searches with his hands, dipping them further into Dazai's slacks to cup and fondle his balls, which he's sure are feeling tense and desire attention of their own.]

[Dazai will continue to run his fingers through the other man's hair, eventually feeling one of those small bumps. He thinks back to their shared dream a moment, even if thinking is admittedly difficult, and puts two-and-two together. The horns.

He's undergoing changes, too, so this isn't strange. It should be, and would be in any other instance, but this world is just strange overall. These are things he has a feeling he'll experience many, many times.

What's happening with his cock is still wonderful, and he lets out a few soft moans throughout the attention he's receiving. Which doesn't faze him; he can be loud, he doesn't care if anyone hears, though the cottages are separated from one another so the chance of that is minimal.

Once his balls are given attention, he tenses up, his fingers actually digging and scraping against Everett's scalp.]

Oh!

[Everett needs to break away at that, lewd pop of his lips separating them briefly. He puts a stern tone on, but it's too breathy to be all that serious. Taste was always a sensitivity of Everett's, so oral gets him turned on like nothing else quite does.]

Mmm- Sir... mind your fingers. The start of those horns is most... discomforting. [he didn't hate nor love his hair to be pulled, in general, usually he would allow it without a fuss. However, the ache of those horns takes him out of the moment.

He hands, however, will continue to massage his balls while his mouth is separated. That got quite the reaction!]

Not used to such attention, Dazai?

[A little bit taken back by the sudden and abrupt end to the attention he'd been receiving, Dazai groans softly and shakes his head, pulling his hand away from the other man's scalp.]

They're painful? [Of course, his mind goes right to his friend, who'll be undergoing a very similar change. He's not really keen on thinking about anyone while having any form of sex, though, so he sighs and clenches his eyes shut so that thought leaves his head completely. Once it does, he says:]

I'll avoid touching you there, then.

[And then he gasps, tensing up his thighs slightly.]

It's been a while. [With a chuckle:] Longer than I'm used to.

Mmn, you may caress my hair, lad. I should even insist. I quite like that. [he hums and gives Dazai's cock another doting sort of kiss]

No pulling, is all. Or touching along my scalp, is all. [pet him and tell him he's pretty, Dazai!! He deserves it. And he's back to the act, having caught his breath some even. His lips take the whole length of the back within, this time, reveling in the tickle caused in the back of his throat.

Everett is aching hard himself, his pants straining the state he's in is mostly obscured by his tunic. Hiding such things behind so many layers of clothing would better keep him focused. Dazai's pleasure first, then his own]

[Lad. He's certainly not used to being called that; in fact, he'd called his protege that upon their first meeting -- so, needless to say, that term elicits a quiet chuckle from him.]

I'm not that much younger than you are, Everett-kun.

[Yes, yes you are, Dazai.

He does, however, reach forward again and caresses the other man's hair after saying that, sighing and relaxing in response to those amazing sensations. He has no idea that Everett is hard, obviously, but he still fully intends on taking care of him in time.

His own thighs, still tensed up, relax slightly as he takes a deep breath. He's getting there.]

[only more than a decade, but who is going to count? Not Everett. Everett is busy with the task before him. Dazai's reactions are a sign he's doing well at it.

Continuing on, Everett gradually increases the intensity. His head bobs quickly, only to occassionally slow and really drag out a long, suckling motion. Contrast is to be savored, after all, and nothing was more boring than only doing one thing on repeat. Everett's a man who likes variety, both in what he received and what he gave onto others.

Even if warned, he's not pulling his head away, not unless explicitly told to. If Dazai is going to cum, he prefers it be in his mouth, the taste something he took great enjoyment in...]

[Dazai's left hand has found its way between his lips, soon between his teeth, and so even if he wishes to warn the other man of what they're both expecting to happen, he can't exactly do so. He's finding it hard, almost difficult even, to pull his hand away, as the feeling of having something there to suck on simply adds to the whole experience.

When he starts to feel incredibly close, the only warning he manages to give is a shift and lift of his hips, to which he immediately worries may be a bit too much. But then, he begins to feel that familiar sensation that he can't back away from, and a trail of saliva starts to drip from the corner of his lips, caused from his hand planted inside. His worry then vanishes, since he can't think about anything but the high of an orgasm at the moment.]

Hngh --

[And with that, he starts to come, his eyes widening and his thighs tensing quite a bit.]

[closed] Everett - intro log continuation (NSFW)

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