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Kuja ([info]darkmessenger) wrote in [info]erato_dr,
@ 2010-05-02 02:20:00

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Entry tags:series: breath of fire, series: final fantasy ix, series: neon genesis evangelion

Event; open mostly
Despite there being as much to do as there was, this sorcerer couldn’t help but stop and marvel at the unexpected sight of a garden in the night. Lanterns flickered from their posts, illuminating a small path weaving in and out of the greens. Though he didn’t need any more distractions, the event postponed being him figuring out just how he ended up here, there were neat baskets with fruit inside of them on little tables to further deter him from the intended task. How convenient; he was just thinking about how the only other thing to save his predicament would be a snack.

Plucking a few out, the wandering on his part continues until he’s inside the large building which appears to be enclosing the garden itself, checking rooms while occasionally taking a bite out of a rather big apricot. The plump, juicy, and orange fruit is gone with a matter of seconds, and for a reason he can’t explain he’s craving more. One after another he consumes, opening doors into other rooms as if it’s his business, eventually tiring of the unproductive search. In another section of what may as well be this castle he stores himself in, taking seat on one of the large sofa chairs while deciding what to eat next from his collection. They were only fruit, after all, so how harmful could they be? It couldn’t hurt to indulge.



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very bored, mind if i play? =D
[info]firstchildren
2010-05-02 08:24 pm UTC (link)
[This time, Rei has no memories, so she is in no way alarmed to be here. Perhaps a bit confused as to how she got here, but not alarmed. It's very beautiful, and she's helped herself to a number of the cherries from the baskets, so she's feeling quite relaxed.

She grabs a handful of the fruit, then continues her exploration and also winds up inside the building. Eventually she stumbles across the unfamiliar man and pauses in her steps, eyeing him curiously. Again, not alarmed - simply curious to know what he is doing here, if he simply appeared here like she did.]


Hello.

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me gusta :3
[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 12:09 am UTC (link)
[When a second party enters, disrupting the peace that had been him alone with his thoughts, the sorcerer pauses from taking another bite and shifts his gaze to the lovely young woman that had just stepped in. Narrow, gleaming, and predatory crystal blue eyes focus on her, mind a complication of thoughts on what to think of her.

Figuring enough time of just staring had passed, with a deceivingly warm smile and gentle tone of voice,]
Hello. Here to keep me company?

[Though normally he would have done what is necessary to banish the intruder, for an unexplainable reason there was a desire for the presence of another.]

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<33333
[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 12:14 am UTC (link)
[Keep him company? It's an unusual reason to be brought somewhere like this, but she'll take his word for it. Something about the look on his face unsettles her, but she forces the feeling down. He certainly sounds pleasant enough.]

I suppose. [She walks past him, offering a cherry from her palm, then sits beside him and nibbles on an apricot.]

Do you know where we are?

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 12:21 am UTC (link)
[Another piece of fruit? Since she did graciously offer, it would be rude to refuse. And as it was, the taste of apricots was beginning to grow dull. Picking the tiny red piece of fruit from her palm, he pinches the stem between thumb and forefinger, dipping it into his mouth. When the hand comes up, all that's left is a stem, fruit gone.]

Not in the slightest, but the environment is providing, as we have food and comfortable places to rest, so I don't mind. Do you find it troubling to be in a place you aren't familiar with?

[Absent mindedly, he begins to nibble on the naked end of the stem.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 12:24 am UTC (link)
[She places her handful on the table (mostly figs and cherries) so that they can be shared. Her palm is cool and dry, so they're perfectly fresh.

What an interesting question.]


It is not a prison. [Meaning, well, at least it's better than last time it happened. But Rei's not exactly witty.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 12:31 am UTC (link)
[When he reaches out to pick another cherry, she'll notice his nails are nicely done. Or they would have been so if he was a girl, which he is not, so having long, manicured, and polished fingernails with accessories lining his wrist may be weird. Or, depending on how broad her horizons were, maybe not.

Taking another cherry and eating it much like before,]
It certainly is not. A prison restricts, this place is far more open to possibilities, wouldn't you say?

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 12:34 am UTC (link)
[It's unusual enough that she does notice, but doesn't comment. A strange thought does occur to her, though, looking at the length of those nails - now where did that thought come from? There's no reason for her to wonder how they would feel sinking into skin and dragging.

Cue a hint of blush. Something very strange is going on in her mind.

But she just eats another cherry, her gaze focussed on the work of his mouth. She finds it strangely alluring.]


Possibilities?

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 07:35 am UTC (link)
[It is noted, and found amusing, at how her eyes seem to be distracted by how much tender loving care he puts into eating each individual cherry. It's not that he usually eats this way, but because of forces unknown, he feels compelled to do something to gain her attention in the way that it seems he's getting.

Taking another piece in hand, holding it against his lips for some time before biting in,]
The environment suggests several possibilities on how to utilize what's provided. Lavish furniture, decadent fruit, a beautiful glow cast from the fireplace, [You did see that when you walked in, right?] What do you think the purpose of being here is? [Nibbles on the fruit still hanging onto the stem, tongue poking out to taste the juicy insides of the half that had been bitten into.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 03:59 pm UTC (link)
[Utterly hypnotised by his mouth, particularly when his tongue appears, Rei finds herself unable to answer. She simply leans toward him, one hand resting on his arm, suddenly needing physical contact with him. She has no thought of her own safety, no misgivings - only this craving, which he keeps making worse with the actions of his mouth.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 06:40 pm UTC (link)
[When there's a breach of contact any restraint dissolves. Whether or not her intentions were lined up with his, he's going to decide to move in for the kill regardless. If the look on her face is any indication, hopefully, the two share the same train of thought on where this should be going.

Cupping her chin, very briefly and oh so delicately swiping the tip of his thumb over her lower lip, the rest of the space between them closes off when he leans in to initiate a surprisingly tender, short yet sweet kiss, just to test the waters before diving in too deep.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 08:10 pm UTC (link)
[She shivers when he finally touches her, red eyes very wide and pupils blown as he leans in to kiss her softly. So softly. It's like a caress, easing away any lingering nervousness about doing this for the first time.

When he pulls away, a small sigh escapes Rei's lips, and she stares at him in wonder. Her heart is beating so fast. Why does she suddenly need so desperately, and from a complete stranger? She can't think clearly.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 08:32 pm UTC (link)
[Deceptively warm as in the beginning, the back of his hand smooths over her cheek, mind unable to read whatever mixed emotions she may be feeling.] There's no need to hold back... whatever it is you're feeling, act on it. Feels so much better than bottling it up.

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-03 08:38 pm UTC (link)
Yes...

[His words have an almost hypnotic effect on her. What does she want? More contact, more kissing.

She winds her fingers through his hair, then pulls his face closer and kisses him a little more firmly. Her body slides closer, and she almost climbs right into his lap, but she's still a little too coy for that.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 11:47 pm UTC (link)
[That's all the signal he needs from her. Though she didn't move over entirely by herself, he's more than capable of finishing off what little is left by guiding her right on top of him with a mindful hand to the hip. Raking through hair, pushing the bangs away from her eyes, the kissing deepens to a level that requires the use of lips and tongue.

Whatever was in those cherries, it did wonders for his enthusiasm. Leaning against the sofa, with a hand on the small of her lower back the sorcerer holds her close as they exchange from above, each long leg spread apart from the other and wrapped around his thighs. It's only a matter of time before hands grow curious and body wants more, requiring things like clothes to be off.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 12:01 am UTC (link)
[Rei gasps when she's pulled into his lap, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable if he could move her that easily. He's still not being what anyone could call rough, though - she's confused for a moment when his tongue slips into her mouth, but she's a quick study, so she soon catches on to that style of kissing. Feeling bold, she sucks his lower lip into her mouth and nibbles lightly, still a little fascinated by his artful mouth.

When his hands start exploring her body, she's surprised to find that it doesn't make her uncomfortable - if anything, it excites her further. She shrugs off her cardigan easily, then sits up a little so that he can unbutton her blouse if he wants. On her bottom half is a navy-blue skirt that brushes her knees, which can easily either be pushed up or removed - her bra and panties are both plain white cotton, as she's never really been worried about people seeing them.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 12:44 am UTC (link)
[It almost feels like he's working with a blank slate when it comes to this one. Everything he does is either marveled at or imitated. Since he is no stranger to taking something innocent and spoiling it, this won't pose as a problem, but certainly make things interesting. Just in case he is wrong and she's putting on a very convincing act, as painful as it is he pulls away from all those lovely exchanges they were having, still holding her firm in his lap as if by not doing so she'd fall.] --forgive me for asking, but is this something you've ever done before?

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 12:47 am UTC (link)
[She certainly has, and in some unpleasant ways, but she has no memory of those exchanges this time around. So she shakes her head, her eyes wide.]

Is that a problem?

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 03:01 am UTC (link)
[How could he hold any cruel intentions to a such a lovely being with eyes as wide and beautiful as hers?

Very easily, actually, but this isn't the place or the time. Shaking his head slightly, smiling still in an attempt to wipe away any worries or anxiety that may plague the poor girl,]
Not at all.

[He should be a gentleman and should tell her this will probably hurt, if that truly is the case, but as it is he does love deceit and cruelty, even when this heavily aroused, so he instead bites his tongue on that subject and then clasps his hands around hers, leading them to the hooks and connectors that keep the majority of the armor on his upper torso connected. Reassuring her with a nod,] Go on..

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 03:10 am UTC (link)
[Her cheeks colour a little, but she fumbles with the fastenings until they come loose, then lifts off his armour and sets it on the floor. His chest is very muscular - she lets her fingertips trip over the ridges of muscle, exploring curiously. The nipples particularly interest her, so she grazes one with her fingernail, wondering if they are sensitive. She knows her own have grown very hard and are aching, but that may only be the case with women.

Then she shifts a little in his lap, as her legs are starting to cramp - it's a totally innocent act, not intended to arouse him at all, but it does cause a good deal of weight and friction in a rather sensitive area.]


((ooc: his chest looked like it was bare underneath, am i right? i can retag if i was wrong :B))

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 03:42 am UTC (link)
((ooc: Yeah he don't wear anything under there. Just armor with sleeves and that's it.))

[She will be quick to find that yes, they are sensitive in their own, not quite as much as hers may be but enough to elicit a response. Another thing that earns a reaction from him, her shifting around unintentionally against him, inspires him to act. A small groan to accompany his actions, in the course of a few seconds he lifts her up just enough so she's on her knees instead of putting weight on him, elevated enough for perfect reach.

Any clothing items around her waist are removed, leaving nothing there but the plain white cotton underwear which, even if they are in heavy contrast to his own lavish and eccentric garbs, he comes to like regardless.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 03:49 am UTC (link)
[She's proud when she gets a response from him, and is about to apply a little more pressure to his nipples when suddenly he's moving her, propping her up on her knees with a sound that makes her skin break out in goosebumps. What did she do that was so good?

With her skirt off, she assumes that she may as well take off her blouse as well, letting it fall to the floor. It's strange - she's perched on the lap of a man she doesn't even know (she hasn't even asked his name!) in nothing but her underwear, but all she feels is anticipation.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 04:30 am UTC (link)
[At the right height, while the blouse tumbles gently on down to the floor, with his hands on her hips he holds her steady in case stage fright were to kick in and slowly dips his head into her. Face pressed into the soft cotton, warmth and a sweet scent radiating from within, with his lips he applies contact best he can given the barrier, pressing slightly at the start of her femininity underneath.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 05:25 pm UTC (link)
A-ahn! [She makes a surprised noise when he buries his face between her legs, shuddering deeply as he nudges the spot from which her arousal appears to originate. She desperately wants the fabric gone, wants the feeling of his warm, damp mouth on her, but she doesn't dare ask for it. She buries her hands in his hair to keep steady, tugging a little when the sensation becomes unbearably sweet.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 06:58 pm UTC (link)
[Too bad, with a little vocalization he would've complied. For now, satisfied with the responses rewarded for his work, the most he'll give her in this moment is a slip of the tongue against the fabric, soaking it by pressing against it with force. Feeling that she's more than ready, his own body eager to proceed, he pulls back and looks up at her while reaching between them to unhook and peel away the barely concealing piece he wore around his hips, not much effort needed after that to pull out and position his sex upright, giving a few firm strokes for good measure.

Before anything further is conducted, still looking up to lock eyes,]
Think you're ready?

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 07:03 pm UTC (link)
[Her heart flutters a little at the sight of him - it seems somehow too large to fit within her. Can she really stretch so far? But she nods solemnly, because the throbbing need between her legs doesn't allow her to do anything else. She'll go mad if she doesn't find release.

She wonders, though - should she climb off and lie down? Or are they going to do it like this, with her riding him? At least she'll be able to control the pace somewhat this way, but it seems odd to her that a man with such a powerful presence would want to be beneath her.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 07:56 pm UTC (link)
[No need to wonder or think twice, because before any action can be taken off those thoughts alone he's simultaneously lifting his hips to meet her while lowering her onto his lap with a firm grip on her hips. Hissing through his teeth, the warmth intensifying the closer he gets, when pressed against her he only hesitates for a moment before beginning to slide in.

With indistinguishable words, something good given the tone of his voice, his grip loosens on her skin to give her the reign of finishing the descent. After then, she better get comfortable, because then all niceties will be pushed aside.]

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oh goodie, no niceties! >D
[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 08:51 pm UTC (link)
[She makes a small, surprised noise when he enters her, focussing on relaxing her muscles - it's only her second time, so it does hurt a little, but this time her muscles know to give way and allow the intrusion. The sounds he's making only intensify her own arousal, so she whimpers a little herself as she lowers her herself onto him, feeling the slickness within her smoothe out the process.

Once he's in her to the hilt, she pauses for a moment to catch her breath, feeling the stretch of her own muscles and the slow, steady throb of him inside her.]

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haha
[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 09:16 pm UTC (link)
[Kuja does not possess an inhumane amount of strength; but what he lacks in muscle he makes up for in his magical prowess. Lifting her was easy, but he relies on his abilities to do the work coming up. Resting for only a moment by relaxing against the chair, once he catches his breath while attempting to adjust to the incredible feeling of something so warm and tight around him the sorcerer acts.

For her, it will feel like a gust of wind or a similar invisible force knocks her down onto the couch. Fall softened by cushions, the impact itself shouldn't hurt any. Not bothering to seek consent or wait, any flailing on her part is made difficult to conduct when he hooks his arms underneath her legs, lifting and spreading, making access and penetrating for a second time much easier.

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 09:22 pm UTC (link)
[Rei doesn't understand what's happened - within seconds, she's on her back and he's above her, entering her so fast that it almost knocks the wind out of her lungs.]

Mnnn... [She wriggles a little, not exactly trying to get away but attempting to adjust to her new position. The shock has cooled her arousal a little, leaving behind a vague nervousness about what this man is capable of, and what he plans to do with her pinned like this.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 09:54 pm UTC (link)
[Once the initial sting of re-entry has gone, there's only a second to pass before he's moving into her again. Any adjusting done earlier would have helped, but given the quick tempo he has picked off from the start it would not seem like it had been enough. Despite being as rough as he was, hands cup her face gently, contrasting harsh, unforgiving actions with gentle ones.]

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[info]firstchildren
2010-05-04 10:03 pm UTC (link)
A-ah - ah - ahhh - [It's moving too fast, too hard - she has no time to make sense of the sensation before it's happening again, and again, making her feel bruised and tender inside despite more than adequate lubrication. Is this how it's really meant to be?

Then he touches her face softly, and she looks up at him, her expression puzzled. She doesn't understand this at all.

There is something, though - every now and then, one of his thrusts hits a spot inside her that makes her see stars. She arches her hips, trying to make more of them hit the mark, and her small, alarmed sounds slowly become closer to moans. Yes, that's better.]

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-06 03:53 am UTC (link)
[As much as he enjoys the volume of noises produced by a rough session of intercourse, the ones offered by a lover who's willing and pleased are just as rewarding. Feeling her move against him, controlling the aim and precision, gives him enough of a hint about her level of enjoyment.

With a few grunts he's picking up the pace even further, hardly tiring, mind and body focused at reaching one goal. Whatever the hell overcame him did so strongly to be able to entice him to do this to someone he doesn't even know. They haven't even exchanged names! As much as he might be kicking himself for this later, he just can't stop. Not until they're done and satisfied, or at least he's satisfied. Call it selfish, but that's usually how he rolls.

Slowly, but surely, palms drag along her skin down to her waist and eventually hook under her thighs, lifting her legs bit by bit, both at once, so they nearly fold back all the way against her front, making it an odd angle to plunge in but the access so deep and whatever spot she had hoped to be hit abused so much easier.]

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We are so terrible. *ATTEMPTS PROSE*
[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-02 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Some nights, Fou-Lu doesn't have the lucidity to remember what this place likes to do to visitors. Even still, he doesn't plan on hanging around. Dragon-gods apparently have more important things to do than stand around eating fruit, so he'd taken only what he could carry and struck out to find the exit. An apricot later, he's on his way down the hall, cupping a small assortment of cherries as he checks doors and side-halls for a stairwell or a balcony. Even a big window would do, at this point. The labyrinthine layout of the place makes him wonder if it was designed specifically to confound him, and his wanderings eventually bring him to Kuja's sofa.

No harm in asking for directions. "Knowest thee the exit's whereabouts?"

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Terrible and fabulous?
[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-03 07:28 am UTC (link)
The voice that interrupts his personal serenity serves as enough drive for him to dismiss any questions or queries requiring a response. With any other intruder, and under any ordinary circumstances, his response would have catered that mindset. But, unlike previous encounters, there are several factors which make it nearly impossible to conform to the usual this time around.

In addition to an unexplainable desire for some kind of social contact, physically, preferably, there was something that made the presence of this one far more intriguing than any regular passerby. Even with their distance he can sense the blood of a dragon, the one speaking to him undoubtedly the source. The aura entering the room was so heavy of it he can feel it on his skin, inhale the scent, taste it on his lips-- or maybe that was his mind delving too far into imagination.

Still on the sofa, comfortably lounging in a semi-reserved fashion, "I regret to inform you that I do not. Gathered from my earlier exploration, an exit isn't likely to be found. The constructors of this elegantly designed and decorated building must have intended for visitors to stay for quite some time. Though the underlying purpose, if this is the case, is mischievous at best, it would be equally so to not pay tribute to the fine work put into the conception and enjoy what's provided for some time before departing. If you aren't in too terrible of a hurry to leave, would you mind joining me in appreciation, or disapproval if you will, of this odd predicament?"

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yessss.
[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-04 03:27 am UTC (link)
It's rare he finds someone even more verbose than himself, even if it's rare for him to stretch his sentences out to quite that length. Normally, he would decline and continue onward, regardless of the sheer power the man emanates around him. As much as he can appreciate fine architectural details and the company of someone who may be less than mortal, they mean little when he's feeling a little light-headed and the cherries are causing a strange tingling sensation to radiate through him.

But then, the sharp and sudden image of curling up on the couch beside the man wasn't a bad one at all. Appealing, in fact. Indulging the idea, he slips into the seat, sitting closer than he deems appropriate for someone he's only just met. "Very well. I am Fou-Lu."

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-04 04:25 am UTC (link)
When a second joins in sitting on the furniture he shifts minimally from his placement, finding it far too comfortable to move from entirely but wishing to grant the other guest some room. Being close like this, there’s no doubt this Fou-Lu will be able to detect his curiosity in the form of prying senses all over him, sight and magical alike attempting to interpret what’s before him. If only he was granted the favor of touching, both to satisfy his curiosity and bubbling desire for illicit contact. Strange.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Kuja. If I may ask, are you of dragon blood?”

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[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-05 01:24 am UTC (link)
"I am." He isn't surprised that the man figured him out, for those attune with magic are usually rather apt at identifying those such as him. What it means to be a dragon varies from place to place, he knows, however. "'Tis a word mortals hath chosen to describe us, yet no less true."

Before he can even think about it, he touches Kuja's hand, as though either asking or granting permission. Thinking is cloudy and hard, and he and this stranger appear to be alone. No further thought from that point happens, but he does know he feels hot for no reason he can explain.

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-05 05:09 am UTC (link)
The way that Fou-Lu confirms his identity leads Kuja to believe that being associated with a dragon could have been a bad thing from wherever he hailed. To this sorcerer it’s quite the opposite; the blood that courses through his veins is picked off as an admirable trait, even if it’s mostly because he is quite fond of the winged beasts. Elegant as much as they are fierce, the creatures are often a thing of beauty, to be admired for their aesthetic quality and abilities. Though Fou-Lu looks nothing like what one would expect a dragon to look like, nonetheless Kuja can’t help but find himself equally, if not more so, attracted to his presence based on that alone.

Any and all thoughts are wiped away when there’s a hand on his own; the feathery touches are near electrical when interpreted by his senses. Why he’s so sensitive to something as simple as a brush of the hand he’ll never know, but whatever it is demands all of his attention and focus. More importantly, it demands him to react. Turning over his palm to top, his fingers twine with the others, stroking in between each digit as he pulls it up towards the dragon-emperor’s wrist. “I happen to like dragons… a lot.”

Whatever kind of invitation Fou-Lu intended, it’s been accepted, encouraged even.

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[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-06 01:54 am UTC (link)
That little gesture normally wouldn't do anything for Fou-Lu, but right now, coupled with those words, he moves in and rests his free hand on Kuja's cheek, their faces and lips but inches apart. "I need not thy approval, yet a fine thing to hear nonetheless."

Deep down, he knows he should be questioning this reaction to a new acquaintance, but he isn't capable of the thought processes required to keep his usual self-control going. Not with all the other needs clawing in desperation at his body, making him yearn and want, and this man right here may help fulfill those internal pleas. He presses his lips against Kuja's, sparing no amount of those same feelings within the kiss, hoping his intent is crystal clear.

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-06 08:23 pm UTC (link)
There’s only room for a brief moment of surprise at the actions on Fou-Lu’s part. Though he had a sneaking suspicion, and secret desire, it would come to this, seeing it so soon is surprising – pleasantly surprising, at that. Given his nature he should interject, but there isn’t a fiber in his being that can persuade himself to do so. A victim of unexplainable, overwhelming lust, what was a sweet kiss turns passionate when hand to hand and cheek contact aren’t enough to satiate this craving.

Eyes close, shutting off the world around him, relying entirely on senses to guide him further. Hands dive and rake into long, silky strands of white, simultaneously pulling the God-Emperor closer as lips part, tongue pries, aggressively requesting entry so it can run along sharpened canines. A union of tongues alone isn’t enough; the pull of heat from the other’s body is hypnotic and powerful, desirable even, irresistible to a point where he can’t help but move closer, touch more, seek the skin underneath clothing.

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[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-06 10:45 pm UTC (link)
The increasing need is reciprocated in full, pressing himself fully against the other man, back into the soft give of the couch. Longing to allow those seeking free roam, Fou-Lu starts stripping himself of layers of cloth and light armor, only separating their mouths long enough to pull himself free of his shirt. Pausing short of stripping his lower half, he musters up the last shred of logical thought he has and mutters against Kuja's lips, "A room?"

If they can even make it there before the need completely overwhelms them beyond modesty's normal boundaries. This is what this place is for, after all.

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-06 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Feeling it would be appropriate, to keep the score even as Fou-Lu removes pieces of clothing, somehow doing so effortlessly even as he’s preoccupied, Kuja follows suit. Wearing little to begin with, the greatest obstacle is removing the armor plate that adorns his front, which isn’t saying much. With a snap the mechanism holding it together is undone, the light piece falling off his shoulders, sleeves joining it. The lower piece requires even less effort to take care of, and before he starts there’s a proposal.

“A room,” he echoes, thought process hazy and making it difficult to interpret anything. With what focus he has left on anything comprehensible, it strikes him that this one must be requesting that they re-locate. Lucky for them, he has the ability to do just that. Though he wouldn’t mind consummating their short-lived relationship here on the sofa, there is always the prospect of someone walking in, and since their behavior is so open at the moment it could spell trouble.

One hand on the Emperor’s chest, appreciative in its’ caress, the other pushes away long strands of white hair obstructing green eyes from view. Leaning down to steal another kiss, convinced he’s addicted to the taste, when he’s done and pulls up Fou-Lu will take notice that they’ve relocated. Instead of the cushion of a sofa cradling them it is the soft, velvet-like plush of sheets and pillows on a bed. Teleportation has its perks. “Is this suitable?”

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[info]thefirstemperor
2010-05-25 09:18 pm UTC (link)
"It is." Fou-Lu spares the room a moment's glance before returning to the most important task of removing their remaining clothing articles. While not one who normally notices looks, in this state even Fou-Lu could admit Kuja is incredible, and seeing him nude and aroused only escalates the associated desire to urgency. His hands grasp Kuja's hips, lightly pressing his nails into the skin as he pulls their bodies close to meet in full and grind flesh against flesh.

It's not enough, not nearly enough, but it's the right direction and he lets the other man know with an anxious moan. But he is allowing his partner the opportunity to take the lead before he seizes it himself, offering a heated and lustful stare through half-lidded eyes.

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[info]darkmessenger
2010-05-26 01:27 am UTC (link)
That stare is met and equally exchanged with a look of his own; radiantly blue eyes accented with a touch of crimson red struggle to stay open as the simplest maneuver wipes away any thought and replaces it with euphoria. Hardly ever before had he even imagined, or barely desired, what it would be like to be joined with another similar to this in the heat of mixed emotions as one, but now it’s all he can think about. Craving it, and knowing damn well Fou-Lu is on the same page, with each gentle press of fingers and nails into his feminine frame which forces the two together an unrestrained groan with a hot puff of breath exhaled follows.

Whether it was the others intent to give him the reigns or not, for the moment he’ll assume the leading role by using the advantage of force on his side to press into the dragon emperor, legs spread wide and wrapping around the frame beneath him. One set of hands on that hardened body he can’t get enough, other digs between and eventually wraps around the two, each agonizingly slow yet intense thrust executed by eager hips that much more effective and damaging to any patience or restraint that may have still remained.

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