[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[ he bends his head down, wets his lips-- then licks a hot stripe up Muffin's innermost thigh, and lays the first, gentle, sucking kiss against the most intimate part of him. ]
[ the feedback is incredible. his legs are tense beneath him, seeking sensation that feels like he's getting it, but just isn't there.
it's easy, to let all that egg him on further. to take him in his mouth in little laps, undulating waves, and plying suction, all softness and warmth. pain through the hands, sweetness through the lips; if he creates clear delineations, in the future, they're even more fun to transgress... if he wants. he wonders if muffin even really notices, anymore, the wrap of thorns his right hand holds onto him with, sunk into both of their flesh at once as he braces on his body to stay steady, occupied with the motion of his head--
it's not like he can tell by looking for any sense of pain. but that heady pleasure, the flush of blood running hotter, hotter, in both their veins... he finds doesn't want to flip it all on its head, today. he just wants this. he just wants more, and further, and so he keeps going. ]
[thorns? what thorns? though he registers the pain, the vine itself is already forgotten. the tattoo's needles felt the most similar, but his pleasure-fogged mind grasps at a different comparison, one already wound up in quetzal's presence, and welcomes it. like claws in his neck, this can be another bite. and when he whimpers, even muffin doesn't know if it's for pain or pleasure.
but it's only a small part of his thoughts. a bright note against the rising heat and the nearing crest. he wants to give something back, some greater encouragement than just petting quetzal's feathers.]
[muffin gasps, bracing himself on quetzal's shoulders and curling over his head, holding on against the drowning rush of desire only for the sake of answering his question]
Arm! Right arm.
[more than that though— he hasn't decided the specifics and he certainly can't right now.]
[he'll let quetzal look, he wants quetzal to look. he'll let quetzal hold it, he wants him to hold it. he'd give quetzal anything he wants, mind and body, if only it keeps him burning for muffin.
he makes a small, strangled noise and urgently taps quetzal's shoulder. the thorns have him caught, he can't move away. ]
[muffin is currently full of bliss with one single thought to spare that quetzal is the hottest and most sexy person in the world right now, his reputation is safe here
[ laying the side of his head against Muffin and breathing heavy through his nose. he was clinging with enough force it hurts his knuckles to un-grip, when he lets go of one of Muffin's hips to delicately wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
just reveling in the feedback, honestly. you ever shut your buzzy brain off by listening really hard to your boyfriend's? feels great. ]
[a token "ow," though any bruises muffin got are already healing. muffin starts to purr, a sound like the way he feels, and rests his hand against quetzal's cheek]
[ but there's something a little less urgent, a lot less of course, all is as it should be about it, he feels like. it's... ]
Quieter...
[ like there was a path to follow, a guardrail he could hold to steer him right. and now he is back in the dark woods, fumbling around inventing everything for himself.
well. but not entirely BY himself. his lips twitch back toward a smile. ]
Now let's go have missed me in the water instead of out here~. I need it even more now.
[muffin, still a little drifty, lets those feelings flow through him, letting each pass with a second of fond contemplation, like admiring a garden or listening to music. all the facets sparkling under quetzal's surface.
he chirps and offers quetzal a hand, helping him to his feet]
Firstly, invite you to bathe, of course. A speciality selection of our in-house products has been selected for your comfort and enjoyment. Some light refreshment prepared as well.
If are any special requests or requirements, please do not hesitate to ask your nearest attendant. Is our goal to give you the best experience.
[some appreciative interest for the sight, naturally, but it doesn’t distract from the sense of peaceful accomplishment. he’ll take care of quetzal now.
muffin takes a seat beside the tub and starts quietly preening quetzal’s feathers, thoughts turning to the pleasant work before him.]
I'll keep doing my part 'n... feeding them enough mana t' stay...
[ would it be weird to admit to his gryphon boyfriend he gives himself feathers with magic to make his body feel more like it's all his own
or is it weirder he feels like that's one small secret worth keeping...
he's so relaxed these are just funny little worries, ultimately, rather than the very real ones he usually occupies himself with. luxury worries, not staple food worries. he giggles from his own unvoiced joke. ]
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Re: night 69 an auspicious number 3/3
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then there’s touch and heat, and muffin gasps, flooding the bond with a wave of pure arousal.]
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it's easy, to let all that egg him on further. to take him in his mouth in little laps, undulating waves, and plying suction, all softness and warmth. pain through the hands, sweetness through the lips; if he creates clear delineations, in the future, they're even more fun to transgress... if he wants. he wonders if muffin even really notices, anymore, the wrap of thorns his right hand holds onto him with, sunk into both of their flesh at once as he braces on his body to stay steady, occupied with the motion of his head--
it's not like he can tell by looking for any sense of pain.
but that heady pleasure, the flush of blood running hotter, hotter, in both their veins...
he finds doesn't want to flip it all on its head, today. he just wants this. he just wants more, and further, and so he keeps going. ]
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but it's only a small part of his thoughts. a bright note against the rising heat and the nearing crest. he wants to give something back, some greater encouragement than just petting quetzal's feathers.]
...Want— um. Want second tattoo. Can watch.
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then the words are there, in Muffin's head. Harried. Needy. A swelling feeling of, Want it, want it, want it...
When, when?
And where, where...? ]
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Arm! Right arm.
[more than that though— he hasn't decided the specifics and he certainly can't right now.]
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LSee it any time I want, there...
Can hold it... every time beside you...
Think about it. Every time I look at you...! ]
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he makes a small, strangled noise and urgently taps quetzal's shoulder. the thorns have him caught, he can't move away. ]
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did you want him to move like thiiiis?
("like this" is emphatically not moving away.) ]
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Quetzal—!
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pets his crest]
...wow...
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just reveling in the feedback, honestly. you ever shut your buzzy brain off by listening really hard to your boyfriend's? feels great. ]
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...missed you.
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Different, isn't it? Me really being back to myself. It feels... different.
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Quieter...
[ like there was a path to follow, a guardrail he could hold to steer him right. and now he is back in the dark woods, fumbling around inventing everything for himself.
well. but not entirely BY himself. his lips twitch back toward a smile. ]
Now let's go have missed me in the water instead of out here~. I need it even more now.
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he chirps and offers quetzal a hand, helping him to his feet]
Is your turn to be spoiled now.
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So it is. I'm excited to partake of all your creativity~. Please, lovely host. Do show me the way.
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[sings a short trill, welcome valued customer~]
Firstly, invite you to bathe, of course. A speciality selection of our in-house products has been selected for your comfort and enjoyment. Some light refreshment prepared as well.
If are any special requests or requirements, please do not hesitate to ask your nearest attendant. Is our goal to give you the best experience.
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[ a lil curtsy even though he has absolutely no clothes to do it with.
my man is wasting no time further on sinking into the water up to just under his collarbone, with an absolutely pornographic sigh.
he lets his head lay completely limp against the back of the tub, and lets words vanish like foam into warm and comfortable and it's finally over. ]
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muffin takes a seat beside the tub and starts quietly preening quetzal’s feathers, thoughts turning to the pleasant work before him.]
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[ in a dozy murmur when muffin's attending near the base of his crest, ]
They always look so much better now...
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Want them to look best every day.
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[ would it be weird to admit to his gryphon boyfriend he gives himself feathers with magic to make his body feel more like it's all his own
or is it weirder he feels like that's one small secret worth keeping...
he's so relaxed these are just funny little worries, ultimately, rather than the very real ones he usually occupies himself with. luxury worries, not staple food worries. he giggles from his own unvoiced joke. ]
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