#dreadduelist

[spellknight]

In which Ronan and Sieghart go on an adventure to locales unknown~!

[[ To explain, because I’m an enabler, I fantasia’d my main on FFXIV to complement the current look my friend @diamondoath / @dreadduelist is sporting. This has resulted in a LOT of great screenshots... except I’m terrible at taking them so this is one of the few of mine I like. ]]

[dragonsongsummoner]

[[ @diamondoath and I serious roleplayers I swear ]]

[spellknight]

[DreadDuelist] Leans in really close and just. Steals a kiss before backing away, smirking. "Whatcha up to, mh~?"

@dreadduelist

Okay, the leaning in let Ronan just know he was up to something. What? Did he want to say something? Was there something on his face? What did he wa–

Oh, that.

Predictably, the blue-haired knight started turning red.

“S-Sieghart!! Please! Must you really be so… so….?!”

His words failed him, his hands gesturing shakily for a moment before he sighed, giving up on trying to convey just what the immortal was being. Straightening up, he gave a small grin toward Sieghart, recovering his composure a bit.

“N-Nothing much of import, just practicing some of my magic. I wouldn’t want to let myself get rusty, aha.”

[spellknight]

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@dreadduelist

Ronan shook off the momentary surprise and subsequent blush from the sudden kiss after a moment or two, hazarding a smile after getting a better look at the weary Highlander.

“J-Judging by that, I trust you’re feeling a bit better then? You were... in pretty poor shape yesterday, Sieghart.” He inquired, his brows still arched in concern.

[spellknight]

[DreadDuelist] He will pick the knight up bridal style and press a kiss to his cheek- smirking soon after. "Hey.. Happy birthday~."

@dreadduelist

“Wha–?!”

Ronan had been far too distracted to even notice the Highlander’s presence, as he hadn’t even been given a day off of his usual duties for his birthday and was a bit worn out. Hells, if not for his friends’ well-wishes, he might’ve forgotten it was today. 

But in any case, the young knight was swiftly going scarlet once he’d been effortlessly– and quite literally– swept off his feet by the immortal. 

The kiss didn’t help matters either, shy as he was. 

“Ah, Sieghart, er… th-thank you!” He managed to say through his fluster. 

[spellknight]

[Dreadduelist] 💓

@dreadduelist

Send 💓 for a heated kiss. 

“Hyah!”

“Come on, is that all you got?”

Sieghart smiled as Ronan parried another strike. The Kanavan knight was light on his feet as ever, and he feinted to the left before coming at the highlander from the opposite side. Ronan highly enjoyed these opportunities to spar with Sieghart, as despite the latter’s penchant for being ‘lazy’, he was in possession of immense martial skill and Ronan was always eager to hone his own skills with a friend. Nerves heightened, reflexes ready, the two of them would spring at eachother, blades singing between each strike.

However…today Sieghart seemed to be pressing his advantage. His strikes became harder to parry, and eventually Ronan was forced onto the defensive. He became so engrossed in withstanding the highlander’s assault that he didn’t realize he’d been cornered until his back hit the tree.

“You left yourself open~”

His companion pressed ever closer, a triumphant sort of gleam in his eye as he effortlessly seemed to pry Ronan’s sword from his hand. The blue-haired knight felt the heat rising in his face, half from embarrassment and half from the increasing closeness of the other man. Before he could retort, however, Sieghart closed the distance and captured Ronan’s open mouth with his own. Despite his shock, Ronan’s fluster quickly began to overtake his reason. He found himself beginning to melt into the kiss as Sieghart pressed even closer. Try as he might, Ronan struggled to catch his breath between the urging actions of the highlander’s tongue against his–

Only for Sieghart to gently end the kiss and pull back a bit, a wide and sultry grin on his face as he watched Ronan begin to bristle in embarrassment as he realized just how far the highlander’s actions had made him react.

“Clearly, you were distracted, so I wanted to fix that~”

“Y-You’ve only made it worse, Sieghart!!”

“Heh heh.”

[amaranthduskbringer]

[Dreadduelist] 💓 ;3c

@dreadduelist

Send 💓 for a heated kiss.

There was a certain heat between them tonight, a mutual craving and desire that was clamoring to be sated.

Hands grasped for purchase and delved at clothing as the two men pressed closer, gazes smoldering and bodies hungry for contact. Dio could feel Sieghart’s tongue at his lips, seeking to deepen their kiss and the demon willingly obliged, parting his lips as his non-clawed hand rose up to tangle his fingers into raven-black hair. His tail slipped beneath them, instinctively winding about one of the highlander’s legs as its owner was losing himself in the heat and closeness of the moment. The duelist’s hands delved ever lower and despite himself, Dio rose against the touch. How long he’d been craving such contact, sparks of anticipation flew down his spine even as Sieghart’s hand brushed against—

Suddenly Sieghart broke their kiss and pulled out of Dio’s reach, that characteristic smirk wide on his lips. 

“You sure are needy tonight. Just how hard have you been pining for me, hm~?”

Brows furrowed sharply in frustration, Dio all but grabbed Sieghart by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down none-too-gently.

“One more comment like that out of you and you’ll be the one left alone pining.” The asmodian hissed harshly, before kissing his lover deeply once more.