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@kingofthecrimsonblade
"Ah I remember a time before the goatee..good times gooood times.."
“....Are you implying things went downhill after I grew it, or that you’re sad because of the reason I decided to?” Regardless of the choice, Kouen wasn’t sure he really wanted to hear the answer.
Bedroom Eyes (sinnerinsindria)
Kouen felt a scowl on his lips as he caught Sinbad giving him that look he knew too damn well from that king. He narrowed his eyes, moving closer. This had to be some ridiculous joke one of his generals had put him up to. He didn’t for a second think it could involve genuine feelings from a man who seemed to joke and laugh about every aspect of his life.
“What are you up to Sinbad? Who put you up to whatever prank this,” He made a motion to Sinbad’s face, “is a part of?”
Sinbad noted the gesture, and his smirk only widened as he realised Kouen was a lot more self-conscious than he wanted to let on. “I can see you’re not a Sindrian woman. Your contours are quite different. wider in the shoulders, narrower in the hips…. much more nicely toned.” He barely held back from licking his lips, figuring that might be a tad bit too much if the prince was already being this adorably shy from the hungry smirk alone.
“Neither are you one to be a notch in my belt of conquests. A man like you would deserve a place of honour in anyone’s achievements.”
Kouen bit back a groan. Making disgusted noises at Sinbad would only mean one thing, it would mean broadcasting to Sinbad just how much he was bothered by the other’s lewdness. “Why on earth you would feel the need to go into that much detail is beyond me.”
Throwing caution to the wind, Kouen accepted the wine brought to him by a servant. He was going to be needing this to an extent, he could feel it. “A place of honor in a long list of women who have no other desire than to sleep with a king. I don’t know if I care to be associated with that.”
Bedroom Eyes~
Entertaining himself until Flake got home for the day had become a bit of a task lately for Kouen. Reading was right out- all he could read were bits of English and while he wss attempting to understand this horrible language called German, he was far from newspaper reading level. It left him to just look at the pictures of the paper, which he had already done four times. He heard the door open, looking up to greet his Master when the sight of him stopped Kouen in his tracks.
There Flake stood with a look that made his face heat up and the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering. It seemed Flake had finally figured out just which buttons to push to get what he wanted because it was working. Kouen moved over, biting his lip softly and looking up at Flake. “What have I done to earn that sort of look, Master? Especially right when you come home….that must mean something good has happened, right?”
Flake hummed a little, glad that Kouen was following him obediently. Just like a well trained pet. Or a man that was turned on and was promised a treatment for the issue in his pants. Flake looked down, smirking as he saw his slave’s pants being somewhat tented. “I see the thought does not leave you cold” he cooed, pulling Kouen closer again and kissing him once more. But then, he smirked, leading his slave the last steps into the bedroom. “So you’ve not done this before?” he asked, pressing himself up against the younger man again. “All the more fun to show you things you can explore” he grinned, then stepped back, pointing at his feet. “You want me without uniform this time? How about you get down there and undress me then, hm?” Oh, no, he wasn’t going to stop teasing Kouen just yet. “And then I’ll show you all the wonderful things we can do together…”
The eager kisses from Flake alone were attention enough, certainly more than he had ever expected. He had sort of known that Flake had to have been someone who would be interested in the slaves he bought, but he hadn’t expected this much interest this quickly. Their bodies pressing together, Kouen’s hands naturally gravitated toward Flake’s hips and rear, caressing them gently. While he wanted to be rough....the incident with the biting had taught him to leave well enough alone. He felt his face rush as Flake ordered him to undress him, biting back the urge to grumble as he shifted his master back to sit on the bed before kneeling. Nimble hands quickly untied shoes and pulled off socks, setting them off to the side neatly. Next came the pants, unbuckling the belt that held all of his job’s various gadgets and unzipping them, though leaving the pants themselves in place. No, he wanted to at least try to show he was enjoying this. Fingers found their way to buttons and the shirt underneath, pushing it upward so lips could softly kiss his master’s stomach. It was easy to feel the slightly defined muscles this way; easy to understand just how Flake could easily get someone Kouen’s size on his knees in a flash. “What things are you thinking of, Master?” Kouen looked up at Flake as he toyed with the clothing that now loosely hung on his frame.
{I has a (NEW) computer and icons once more. I’ll be back around tomorrow when I’m not feeling sick from a flu shot.}
{For anyone I have not personally told, I don’t have a computer of my own at the moment. I’m waiting for my own computer to reload a backup before I’ll have anything of my own. I’m sorry but this does mean a delay in being able to RP. Thanks for being patient.}
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{Saint Denis} The patron saint of Paris who was decapitated by the Romans in 250 A.D. Legend says that after he was beheaded, he picked up his head and walked for six miles, preaching a sermon about repentance.
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{Decided to tag my last post as a spoiler because it is a bit based off of the events in magi 280. I don’t want to risk someone getting mad at me for not tagging a spoiler. Please enjoy my art regardless.}
{Saint Denis} The patron saint of Paris who was decapitated by the Romans in 250 A.D. Legend says that after he was beheaded, he picked up his head and walked for six miles, preaching a sermon about repentance.
Bedroom Eyes~
Entertaining himself until Flake got home for the day had become a bit of a task lately for Kouen. Reading was right out- all he could read were bits of English and while he wss attempting to understand this horrible language called German, he was far from newspaper reading level. It left him to just look at the pictures of the paper, which he had already done four times. He heard the door open, looking up to greet his Master when the sight of him stopped Kouen in his tracks.
There Flake stood with a look that made his face heat up and the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering. It seemed Flake had finally figured out just which buttons to push to get what he wanted because it was working. Kouen moved over, biting his lip softly and looking up at Flake. “What have I done to earn that sort of look, Master? Especially right when you come home….that must mean something good has happened, right?”
itsflake:
Flake knew that it would turn his slave on to see him in uniform. After it had first freaked him out that Flake was a cop because he thought he would hand him in, Flake had then realised that Kouen’s eyes became somewhat glazed over when he saw his Master in uniform. And why not take advantage of that? He pressed the younger man into the wall, kissing him deeply, demandingly. He pressed his crotch into his slave’s, smirking as he felt a growing bulge there, and not ashamed to show off his own. “Seems like I’m tempting too, hm?” he teased, then hooked a finger into the collar. “Come. To the bedroom.” he told him firmly, walking towards the door with his finger still under the collar, tugging the other along like a dog. He made sure to keep a nice posture in the uniform, clearly showing it off. “Now, what do you think about being fucked by your Master in uniform, hm? Does that sound good?” A little teasing could never go wrong, right? He turned back towards his slave, kissing him again as he led him up the stairs. “You like uniforms, I’ve realised that~”
Kouen returned the demanding kisses, sighing softly against his lips. This was the first time he had ever had a man kiss him, touch him like this. Sure he had entertained female escorts before and kissed his siblings before but this....this was so much different, and so much better. Coupled with the fact that Kouen could feel him, feel just how much he wanted him, Kouen was finding it impossible to keep a straight face. A hiss escaped his lips as Flake pulled away, though a tug at his neck and an order came immediately after. He followed behind Flake averting his eyes as a blush grazed his cheeks at the things he was saying. The little teases and kisses demanded a response, and there was no way to come out of this feeling like his pride was intact. “Sex in general sounds good right about now..... but-” He bit his lip, still following Flake though looking away out of embarrassment. “But perhaps Master in uniform should be saved for a time when I know what to expect.”
itsflake:
Flake’s hands automatically found Kouen’s hair, gently petting it where it lay in his lap. “Kouen, darling…” he murmured, sighing a little. “You know you can always tell me anything that bothers or worries you” he told him, looking down at the drunken man in his lap. “I’m sorry to hear that, my dear… they should most definetely not act like that. Who is Sinbad though?” he asked, trying to understand what upset his slave so much. He wanted to scold him for drinking so much, but he would do it once he was sober again. It probably wasn’t much use now anyway.
Kouen sighed softly as he felt fingers brushing through his hair. It was one of his favorite comforting gestures....and one that no one had given him since the passings of his cousins. It was nice to trust someone this way again after all these years, even if it was thinly veiled by the fact that Flake owned Kouen. He groaned at the mention of Sinbad’s name, though he knew he was the one who had brought it up. “He’s some stupid fuckin’ cop that the Japan branch brought in to investigate...the family business an he’s the reason I got sold off here and Koumei’s stuck denyin’ I ever existed.....”
Bedroom Eyes
Kouen heard Kouha pattering over to him long before he felt the arms wrap around his shoulders and the head press against his. It was a signal to wrap things up and pay attention to his brother. He set his brush aside and pushed the papers away before turning his attention to the interesting look Kouha was giving him.
“Hm…Kouha is something different today? You haven’t given me a look like this before.”
kouhaprinceofkou:
the younger prince shifted a little on the older prince his lap, watching that soft look on his brothers face made him blush a little, how could that attractive face of his older brother look more attractive…. But then the question came. Was Kouha really allowed to ask for more then just kissing his brother?? He wasn’t sure, as he looked Kouen in the eyes, his eyes sparkling like a new born animal” Can I really ask for more~??” He asked clinging onto his brothers clothing
Kouen felt Kouha shifting and moves his hands to gently hold Kouha’s legs in place so he wouldn’t end up slipping off. That was the last thing this moment needed; having to heal his brother’s head because he went backwards off his lap. He looked at Kouha, snorting softly at how innocently precious he could look sometimes. “You can ask for more. I didn’t think you would be happy with just a kiss after all.”
Bedroom Eyes (sinnerinsindria)
Kouen felt a scowl on his lips as he caught Sinbad giving him that look he knew too damn well from that king. He narrowed his eyes, moving closer. This had to be some ridiculous joke one of his generals had put him up to. He didn’t for a second think it could involve genuine feelings from a man who seemed to joke and laugh about every aspect of his life.
“What are you up to Sinbad? Who put you up to whatever prank this,” He made a motion to Sinbad’s face, “is a part of?”
sinnerinsindria:
“Prank?” Sinbad chuckled, the look on his face not changing. No, not now he had finally gotten the chance to see the First Imperial Prince in such a casual setting, not wearing his large robes but something much simpler - and much more revealing of his figure - instead. It had always been easy to see Kouen was a muscled man, but in these light robes it was very visible.
Sinbad licked his lips, looking the other up and down. “I’m just enjoying the view here in Rakushou. There is no pranking whatsoever here.”
Kouen didn’t know why he had agreed to this....allowing Sinbad into his inner sanctum of his home. He hadn’t been prepared for Sinbad to see him in such a casual state and now that he saw those eyes wandering his form, he was sure Sinbad just saw him as a conquest. He was definitely not ok with being some number in Sinbad’s list of sexual partners.
As he sat down, he pulled his robes around him in an effort to feel less exposed, looking at Sinbad with calculating eyes. “If there is no pranking then why would you give me such a look as that? I’m not some Sindrian woman who longs to be a notch in your belt of conquests.”
Bedroom Eyes
Kouen heard Kouha pattering over to him long before he felt the arms wrap around his shoulders and the head press against his. It was a signal to wrap things up and pay attention to his brother. He set his brush aside and pushed the papers away before turning his attention to the interesting look Kouha was giving him.
“Hm…Kouha is something different today? You haven’t given me a look like this before.”
kouhaprinceofkou:
Snuggling up against his brother, the young prince chuckled softly “ Oh dear Ennii~ You don’t know what your charm does to people, and to me~ He said trying to give another hint, leaning in, closing the distance between their faces” You know Ennii, I’ve always been wanting to do this with you~” the red haired younger prince said and planted his lips on his brothers
Kouen could hardly say he didn’t see this coming, but regardless at that moment he had not been prepared for a kiss from his brother. He knew Kouha had no regard for their relationship other than the one they built together and that hardly bothered Kouen. He was no stranger for feeling more for a family member than appropriate....and he would never look down upon his own brother for doing the same. Still, mentally he had not been ready for it to happen. He allowed the kiss before pulling away with a soft look on his face. “I see.....this is what you wanted Kouha. Is that all you wanted or is it more?”
itsflake:
Flake sat down next to Kouen, sighing a little. It looked like he hadn’t exactly had a good day there. “You can tell me anyway, even if I don’t understand every last bit. Or you could explain it to me?” he suggested, nuzzling his nose into his slave’s neck. “Yeah… I can imagine you feel sick after that much alcohol…” he murmured and sighed. “Do you want to go lay down for a bit? Or should I bring you a bucket?” he asked, gently stroking the red soft hair. “You should just have called me, dear… not drain nearly a whole bottle of vodka” he carefully berated him, though he wasn’t really upset, he was just worried.
Kouen shifted wordlessly, moving over and resting his head on Flake’s lap and curling up next to him. Oh goodness this felt much nicer than using the table as a pillow, and he got to inhale the soft scent of his Master as he did so. “Didn’t want to bother you over petty nonsense..... you’ve got work and need to make money and -hic- stuff....” He groaned, closing his eyes and trying to relax as a wave of nausea hit him. “My family.... is actin like I don’t exist and it’s all that stupid Sinbad’s fault.”
Bedroom Eyes~
Entertaining himself until Flake got home for the day had become a bit of a task lately for Kouen. Reading was right out- all he could read were bits of English and while he wss attempting to understand this horrible language called German, he was far from newspaper reading level. It left him to just look at the pictures of the paper, which he had already done four times. He heard the door open, looking up to greet his Master when the sight of him stopped Kouen in his tracks.
There Flake stood with a look that made his face heat up and the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering. It seemed Flake had finally figured out just which buttons to push to get what he wanted because it was working. Kouen moved over, biting his lip softly and looking up at Flake. “What have I done to earn that sort of look, Master? Especially right when you come home….that must mean something good has happened, right?”
itsflake:
Flake had had a hard day at work, but somehow thinking about Kouen had cheered him up and kept him in a good mood. Over the course of the day, the thoughts had shifted from just nice little memories to.. more daring things. And now that he was standing here there was no denying anymore that he lusted after this man, that he wanted him. “Hello there, darling” he purred, stepping closer and kissing his slave full on the mouth, hugging him close with one arm and running the other hand along the collar before tangling in the red hair. “Something good has happened? Yeah, I’m back with you” he smirked, pushing the younger one against the wall and kissing him again. “I want you” he whispered, pressing up against him. He nipped down his neck, playing with the collar a little. His arms wrapped around his slave and pulled him close, lusty eyes staring down at the young man. “You’re just… too tempting.”
Watching that man stride over to him in that uniform was almost enough to undo him. After their.....speed bump over Flake’s profession, Kouen found him even hotter than he ever could have imagined. Even more so as he was here, having remained in uniform just to unravel his slave even more than usual. Their lips met and Kouen groaned slightly against his, finding himself giving in to the sheer dominance of Flake’s movements. He had never thought himself to be submissive in any way but given his current situation.... he really had been given no other choice. He couldn’t honestly say he was complaining either as his back found the wall.
The way Flake pressed their hips together was almost too much, especially as he toyed with the collar Kouen was finally easing into. It had been so damn long since anyone had caught Kouen’s eye or even dared to touch him in such a manner that he was finding himself overwhelmed by desire. Those arms wrapping around him and pressing them even closer only made the heat pooling in his lower stomach all the worse. Dark eyes stared back up at Flake, hazed over with the lust of a man who had denied himself intimacy for far too long. “If I’m so tempting Master.... then stop fighting it and give in.”
