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[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto! lazdo
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren

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[wylderrant]

"Very familiar," Iramaat replies, voice dropping slightly. Almost a purr now as she leans a little closer and the long, dexterous, elegant fingers of her free hand slide against his shoulder.

"And very familiar with all that sort of thing. Dancing, music, laughter..." She smiles, teeth white, and leans in a little more, until her forehead practically touches his temple. She's getting very cozy.

"Fair-folk like me are made of dreams. Of magic. We are wonderful and awesome in the truest senses of the word..." These words are meant for him; loq and quiet and intimate, "Doesn't that make you curious?"

[halfmoon]

"Maybe," he says. He slides one palm on top of her thigh without looking away. With Iramaat so close, he can hear her heart beating and feel her warmth. It's a good thing he'd already silenced his cravings today.

"I mean, as far as I know," he continues, "you kidnap little kids and bake them in pies or something. You'd tell me if you did, right?"

The question comes with a little smirk. He still senses that she's still being careful - there were no details on how or why she's familiar with humans. But yet, he's still not scared of her - at this point, he's mostly teasing. Her hair smells good, and that look in her eyes is convincing, and that's enough for him for now.

"I mean, I'd tell you if I wanted some blood. It'd only be fair."

[wylderrant]

"Oh, light of my heart, I never lie," Iramaat replies with a little laugh, eyes glinting in the dim candle and lamp-light, "Nor do I bake people into pies. Far too much effort, for one thing. And very messy."

She's joking. Right?

The feeling of his hand against her leg makes her heart skip a beat and she feels a flash of warmth and inordinate pleasure that he's responding so well to all of this. She's not sure she's ever been in a place with quite so many people who are so receptive to her. She adores it.

Her fingers brush lightly against the nape of his neck now, teasing the skin with a feather-light touch.

"But fair is fair. And I'll tell you if I ever have an intention of baking you into a pie."

She nuzzles in against his temple now, placing a light little kiss against the curve of his cheekbone as she does.

[halfmoon]

The brush of fingers and lips on his skin makes him close his eyes for a moment, taking in the sensation happily. There was a time when his interest in girls was mostly about filling that empty space inside him where family and friends would've been. He's not so intentionally alone anymore, but this desire to numb away his bad day with a generous female sure feels familiar.

"And curse me, and steal my soul, and spirit me away to the fairy world..." he went on, his smirk rising into a grin. His free hand takes hers, pulling it from her neck and placing it on his hip instead. "Et cetera."

After another pause, he leans in and kisses her back, placing his lips on the side of her mouth. She might be able to feel his beginner's fangs underneath.

[wylderrant]

Bold, isn't he, for such a young human? Not that she minds. If anything she delights in it. Someone being active and responding to her and encouraging her is wonderful. Her fingers curl against his hip and grip as he leans up, her voice a low murmur as she replies, "I can't do any of that here, anyway."

Which isn't a promise.

Which perhaps doesn't matter, because she kisses him again in reply. And this time it's a full kiss, slow and gentle, against his lips. She's intrigued by the press of his fangs and she laughs softly, head tilting into his.

"Oh, you're sharp."

[halfmoon]

Makoto leans into the kiss, matching her tenderness with his lips, even as his hand squeezes her thigh. His thumb presses a extra hard where it grips... towards the inside.

He'd been trying to keep his fangs out of the way, so when she seems pleased by them, he can't help but raise an eyebrow. This date would be going significantly different had he not already satisfied his craving before coming here.

"You're into that?" he laughs. "What am I saying. Of course you are." He kisses her again, briefly, before adding, "They're not that sharp, though. Don't get too excited."

He had to bite his donor several times before he managed to break the skin and get any blood. He'll leave out those details.

[wylderrant]

"I can wait until they get sharper," Iramaat retorts, "If you would like-"

She's teasing. And she doesn't particularly want to let him go just yet in any case. One hand finds his wrist and drags his hand a little higher, placing it further up against her thigh. She's encouraging him and not being shy about.

"And who wouldn't get excited about a little danger, anyway?"