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You just might, at that! But that will be decided on later. You’re more focused on the here and now and the him under you that smells sweet and feels warm. You laugh, looking the couch over. Well… it was almost tempting enough to make it messy. But you’re not a terrible house guest.

You slide off Kordia’s lap and stand up so he can do the same. “Anywhere that we won’t risk falling off when you stop paying attention is good enough for me. Though the bed would be easier to clean mess-wise.” If Kordia is at all like you expect trolls to be, there would be quite a mess… and you’re probably going to love it. Definitely will love it. “Let’s go to bed this time and we can branch out in the future. Maybe even in the bathtub.”

#esurientphantasm #nsfw ish implied #ketchup wine or bust

John obviously wouldn't be the first, and who knows who will be the last. "Deal!" Popping off the piece of furniture that's not safe from your assault on it, you hold out a hand for him. It's not like he could get lost on the way to the middle bedroom, since it is literally the first door on the left and the only one with a bed, but you don't like the fact you're not touching him anymore, and that solves this problem.

You practically skip to the room, which contains a medium sized bed with a few pillows done up in red and black. The rest of the room bears a similar theme, though the red is often washed out enough to be almost be considered pink. There is a dresser near the door and what looks like someone put in a bunk bed area almost in the shape of a silhouette of the Taj Mahal, but you use the spot as more of a shelf, since it's less than convenient for people to actually sleep there. Next to the opening is a small closet. There are a couple of scenic pictures on the walls and some Christmas lights around the top of the wall. There is a regular overhead light as well, but you enjoy the Christmas lights sometimes as more appropriate mood lighting. The heavy curtain over the window blocks any light from outside, but the hall is lit enough you can see without anything extra.

"Ta da!" You gesture with your free hand to the room. You hope it's sufficiently to his liking. You've never had any complaints before, but there's a first time for everything.

You can tell it works when Kordia starts squirming, and maybe for a moment you feel bad. But that was your rule. You only use it when you already know you’re green lit for a meal. Kordia had made that abundantly clear more than once already. You hum softly in response, shifting your weight on him ro rock your bodies together. You know his body won’t be like your own. You get the feeling it’ll be just like Karkat’s, or at least remarkably similar. Still, you know he has to appreciate the rubbing there, as long a you’re not too rough about it.

Or maybe he’d be different. Maybe he’d like it rough. Finding out was half the fun.

You break the kiss with a soft gasp, licking your lips and grinning up at him. “Should we move this somewhere else? I feel like we might fall if we stay here.”

#esurientphantasm #nsfw ish #ketchup wine or bust

John has no reason to feel bad, but it's sweet of him that he does. It's one of the reasons you like him. He's too nice for his own good, but you definitely appreciate it. You also appreciate the rubbing. He's right about that, and your hips roll under his, rubbing right back. His feeling about your body is correct too, other than the fact that everything about you is ridiculously cherry themed. Everything. But that will only become relevant if he sticks his face down there and has a taste.

You're panting and grinning right back. Damn this guy is a good kisser. Or so you think, but that could just have been him cheating. We just don't know. "Maybe. I think the couch would appreciate it. It's been clean for so long now." You snicker. It used to be a bit of a running joke about messing it up. That might be why it's the color it is. To hide things.

Letting go of John, you push yourself up, waiting for him to get off the couch before you'll swing your own legs off. "I do have an actual bed in the place. Or you can pick somewhere less traditional. I'm not particular." He's the guest, so it only seems polite to let him pick where you're going to do it.

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Reblog if it’s completely okay to draw you

it must, because what you said is not true! so i have to figure you’re just lying up a storm tonight!

THE WEATHER ISN’T MY DOMAIN, SO THAT STORM DIDN’T COME FROM ME.

You relax. “Okay, good. I’m glad. Now we can just move past it.

You snicker. “It was. But then I’m lying, anyways. So…” You shrug grinning.

At first the kiss is just a simple kiss, heated though it may be. Between the two of you, there is definitely a taste growing, like cherry pie. You make a small sound when his claws tug at your shirt, but you actually wouldn’t mind if he ripped it right off you. You’d just make off with one of his. You’re approximately the same size, anyway.

Your fingers brush against the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and you shift a bit higher to so your bodies are better aligned. You always wonder if the pheromones on your tongue will affect people from other universes, different species. And well… You’re about to find out, because you can’t keep it in check anymore. With a soft moan, the sweet scent becomes thicker, the taste of it more pronounced on your tongue.

You would mind, but only because you're not sure if he would or not. Some people are very picky about their clothes. You're not one of them, and if need be, he is welcome to one of your shirts.

His touch tingles against the back of your neck. It's not a sexual feeling, but it is pleasant in a rather sensual manner. Your head tilts back in response. When he shifts, your outer leg moves to the edge of the couch to allow for minimum distance between your bodies in that realignment. It also deliberately puts John between your legs. You're not needy yet, but you do appreciate the added pressure of his body there.

The build up of his scent has seemed pretty gradual to you, so you hardly notice that. Your own sweet cherry scent isn't far behind when something on his tongue starts wreaking havoc in the best way in your mouth. It's not instantaneous, but still in fairly short order, you're making soft sounds of pleasure, starting to squirm under him as your body flushes. It looks like it does in fact work on your kind as well, not that you know or would mind much if you did.

do you feel pretty when you lie?

I ALWAYS FEEL PRETTY, BUT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WHAT I SAID BEING TRUE!

if by true you mean utterly false, then yes. i feel this. in my feelings.

I THINK YOUR FEELINGS MUST HAVE BEEN CALIBRATED IN A MIRROR THEN, BECAUSE THIS IS CLEARLY THE TRUTHIEST TRUTH TO EVER TRUTH.

“That.. is the most adorable thing someone has said to me in a while.” That he’s so trusting, actually. But definitely he way he said it, too.

You huff. “I wouldn’t black mail friends! … probably.” You probably would, honestly. But just ridiculous things. The two of are you just silly. “It’s alright if it happens and I happen to be there. But yeah, I’d prefer it not being done purposely by you while I’m here, if it’s all the same.”

You smile. You’re definitely taking that as a compliment. “Good… though, honestly, the thought of us turning into a squirming mess soon makes me happy. That could just be an incubus thing, though.”

You’re laughing, you can’t really help it. “I have it chipped, so even if it doesn’t come back, I can always find it.” You’re both reaching stupid level of ridiculous. The movie ending is not the important part of the movie. The important part already happened. The rest is just fluff and you’re fine with missing it. It amuses you that you can taste a tang of cherry in Kordia’s very flavor. It only makes sense. And once he shifts his full attention to you, you deepen the kiss further, humming contently as your arms slide around his neck.

You just smile back. You're not sure why that's adorable, but you're not going to poke at the subject too hard. You just got it nice and fixed up again. You don't trust everyone that way, but you have no reason not to trust him yet, so you do.

"Probably," you scoff. You are the epitome of doubt right now. But this whole thing is in the spirit of fun, so it's not to worry. You wouldn't do it for a serious matter either. "It's no difference to me one way or the other. You're not that kind of friend! That's totally cool with me.

"That... sounds so painful..." Because as far as you know, they inject those things. You could be wrong though, but you don't think you are. You still find it interesting he's a little sweeter than you're used to people from outside your universe being. You're definitely taking the time to enjoy it. Lifting your head, you let his arms slide into place. Your own hands shift back down to where they were before, as your claws are threatening to rip his shirt where they've snagged on it. You figure this is fine now, since the two of you are busy making a sweet cherry confection between your mouths.

corruptedgrenadine replied to your post “my hair is supernaturally soft. i’m like 75% sure of it.”

MINE IS SOFTER. d:B

lies!

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS, JOHN. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.

The back rubbing down feel nice, and you start to purr. “It’s okay. You probably didn’t know. I guess I just get overly cautious about it now. Honestly? There’s just a really small chance that I’ll actually do the gauntlet thing. But I’m curious now. And if I do it, I’ll let you know.” You felt you had to be honest with him now.

“Yeah, but I’m not threatening future blackmail” Oh look, there’s your tongue again. You tilt your head and regard him curiously. “Well… I have to admit that it’s not my favorite thought. Anyone I like dying, I mean. But it’s better than you can come back from it. It makes me feel better. Still… probably won’t be asking you to show me.”

You blush, just a bit, but it’s enough to be noticeable. “Just doing my job. Or not. I’m not sure how much happiness or horniness actually correlate, but I’d try my best to keep you happy even if there was no intent of feeding.”

You snicker as you consider this. “You do make some good points there… But then I just hear him scream and my boner runs away.” You’re joking, of course. Not that you had a boner right now. Not at this moment. Maybe towards the end of the movie something starts to stir, and you squirm against Kordia, seeking him out for a kiss.

You kiss the top of his head, smiling at his purring. It's just as adorable when he does it as when you do. "It's okay. And you don't actually have to do it, but I really would believe you if you said you did even if you didn't show me."

You laugh at him. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first." Oh look, there's yours too. The two of you really should learn to control your tongues better. "I won't show you if you don't want and there's no reason. I think the majority of people who don't come from places like this find shit we're okay with pretty fucked up. It's still a little weird sometimes."

You take s few moments to consider the correlation. "Hmm. Yeah. Horniness doesn't have to have anything to do with happy. But it wouldn't make me unhappy right now either, not if you're source of it." He can take that as a compliment. "But you are doing just fine even without the promise of us turning into a squirming mess soon."

You look horrified. "I hope it comes home or you manage to catch it before you need to use it again! Boners should never be left unsupervised like that." You have no idea what you're talking about anymore. It's too silly. It takes you a couple moments to notice that John's no longer just contently laying on you to watch the movie. You can take a hint when you see one though, kissing him back before shifting just slightly so all your attention is focused on him now. They're about done over there in the future anyway, so you're just going to let it play out in the background.

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#IT'S #FIZZ #!

“Kordia… I live with demos. To like half of them, lying is as natural as breathing.” It’s true. A sort of sad truth. Maybe too serious for this silly conversation.

“Okay, well that’s just incentive for me to never do it ever. Especially not if you’re going to be taking photos!” You have a bit of pride, and you never used to care about your looks, but you’re also pretty easily embarrassed. “I wondered if you were one of those who can just come back to life. Good to know.”

You snicker. “So they really are mood cherries. That’s cute! But we definitely want to keep away from anything yellow, purple, or white inducing. Not black, either! Not today. Hopefully not ever, but definitely not today!”

Smug little bastard. You lean on him again, resting your head on his chest. “We’ll see about that. For now, though… movies. I wonder what happens in the future that someone like Ruby Rod is considered so sexy. I mean, just his voice makes me want to pierce my eardrums.”

"Oh. Sorry." You don't really know any demons, so how would you know? You didn't mean to bring him down, so you just rub his back .

Your nose crinkles up. "Rude! I'm going to look as silly as you." So says the guy who is not easily embarrassed and who is doing this with the threat of using the photos against him. "Yeah. I've died tons of times. Used to hang out with some people who were uptight about it even though I get better just fine." You haven't seen or talked to them in a while, and in retrospect, it's probably just as well, but that's not a conversation for today. Or ever, possibly.

"You seem to be doing a good job of keeping me happy so far, so I don't think there's anything to worry about." You smile warmly at John. You really appreciate how cheerful and friendly he is. It's nice.

You let your fingers drift up to stroke at his hair. "I don't know, but I'd like to know too. I know people can get some into some weird shit, but that many people? And that weird?" You consider it some more. "Then again, there is Lady Gaga. You know, if Ruby Rhod keeps his mouth shut, he's not so bad to look at.