#tareque

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His fingertips lightly trailed over the webbing of the other’s wings, admiring the differing ways the light shone through taught skin. Tareque wondered how sensitive they were… Were they toughened like air-exposed cartilage? Or sensitive like more touch-starved regions?

“How beautiful you are,” he said with an appreciative smile, making certain Haarlep knew his ogling was incredibly positive.

Random asks || always accepting

Wings twitched at the touch. They were, indeed, sensitive, it just depended on the area. The parts that were thick muscle attached to his back were not as sensitive. Only if he had been flying for a long time did they need a good massage, but the tips of them, and the bridges, were a lot more sensitive, and if the leathery parts were ripped or bitten, it would hurt. Thankfully, Haarlep had had little trouble when it came to actual battles. Only rough rounds in the bed.

He looked up, humming in delight. He didn't need Tareque to tell him how beautiful he was--he knew he was. Whilst he had a thousand glamours, there were ones he knew were far more attractive than others. The ones he didn't like were simply used as a means to gain whatever he needed out of someone.

Haarlep chuckled in response, his hand resting at his thigh. "You are only figuring that out now?" he asked in a tease. "Why just look when you can touch? Feel the pleasure I can suffocate you with."

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🛁 + reverse

He’s likely fallen asleep in the bath again. He does so very often.

Nudity Roleplay Scenarios

🛁 For your muse to come across my muse in the bath ( “+reverse” to reverse muses)

Haarlep drummed his fingers against the edge of the bath, claws lightly tapping against porcelain while the lich had fallen asleep in the warmth of his tub. The incubus had to wonder what sorts of concoctions were inside that water, making the undead's skin soft and pleasant to stare at rather than decaying and falling apart. Perhaps he had more ties to devils than he liked to admit. Contracts and spells or other things to ward off the rot.

The incubus' eyes travelled down over shoulders, lithe and thin, but not disasterly hideous by any means. His fiery eyes burned as a smile spread across red lips. One may have mistaken Tareque for dead (truly dead, that was), pulling him up from the depths of his heavily scented bath and attempting to rescue him. Haarlep knew better.

His tail swung behind him, wings perched behind his back as he crouched and leant himself onto the very end of the bath, where Tareque could see him through parted, naked thighs.

Carefully, he dipped his fingers into the warm water, ever so tempted to see just how far he could go. Instead, he flung the water in his hand across Tareque's face to startle him awake.

"Wakey, wakey, my dear, the most handsome devil's here."

[dvilsdesire-a]

Send "play" to play with the tail

TOUCH THE TAIL

Bright, fiery eyes lowered when he felt fingers move against his tail. It twitched like a cat's at the attention, almost darting away, although that was not from Haarlep's control. The damn thing was sensitive, and he leant back on the bed, turning over his shoulder.

"There are far better things to play with than my tail, Tareque. Though I once did sleep with a woman who was obsessed with it..." He chuckled as he leant his cheek against his knuckles. "Oh, the things humans are into... They never cease to amaze me. Just what would you have me do with it, my ghoulish friend?"

[dvilsdesire-a]

“Perfect timing.” The moon cookies were still warm from the oven and freshly dusted with the powdery sugar, a plate of them pushed into Haarlep’s hands whether or not he wanted them. “Enjoy! Mm. They’re nearly as delectable as you~.”

Random asks || always accepting

The smell itself was enough to turn any bad soul good--except it never would. As an incubus, Haarlep did not require any food, just like most fiends (outside of the souls he could consume to make him stronger), but that didn't mean he couldn't eat. He often did, because he enjoyed the taste, it just gave him no nourishment as he did not require such a thing from the material plane.

"Darling Tareque, nothing is as delectable as me," he purred with an inviting grin before he plucked one of the moon cookies between his claws and popped it into his mouth. It was like warm butter melting against his tongue, and he moaned in pleasure at the taste.

"Though I dare say it's close... An orgasm to my tongue, for sure."

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“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

"Darling, I believe it's just you," said the incubus, stepping over to Tareque and placing a tender clawed hand to the lich's arm. He guided him over to the bed that was inside the lavish room, making him sit.

"Have you been mixing dangerous concoctions again?" He clicked his tongue, his tail swaying behind him. "I know you're dead, but even the dead can still suffer, dear."

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[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

REASONS TO CUP A FACE.

Ah... such a handsome devil. Haarlep couldn't deny that Raphael was a looker, which was why this form was his favourite, and the one that he now permanently took. Yes, Raphael was a pompous bastard at times, but even the Incubus couldn't deny just how much could get done whilst taking such an attractive form.

His hair was up, and Tareque was brushing his cheeks with powder. Obviously distracted with his own reflection in the mirror, he made a soft noise when the lich pulled his head straight.

"Oh, come now, Tareque, you know I needn't any work on this beautiful face." He placed his hand under his chin as if to display himself, his wings flaring behind him.

"If Raphael finds out you've tarnished his favourite toy, he may just have you punished. Mmm, I hope I can stay for that," he purred, tail wagging.