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Tweak says, "Welcome to my filthy mind."

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

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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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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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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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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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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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