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It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, even if it did take Hemlock's sleep addled mind a good minute or two to figure out that he was even awake, let alone that there was a problem that needed attention. Even then, his first instinct had been to look towards the heap of kittens just across the room, it usually an ingrained instinct around his animals that had him jolting awake most mornings, even something as benign as a small cough sending him to their side some days out of worry. But the kittens were fine, save for their mews of desired attention after hearing the commotion of awake caregivers, Hemlock's dual eyes quickly switching from them to Youhei with their deep look of concern. "No, it's...it's alright. 's my fault." Even if he hadn't been fully awake, he shouldn't have just assumed it was okay, that sex was still wanted despite it having been offered just the night before, something he says as much as he turns his attention back to the kittens as if to give the other man a bit of faux privacy in the small room, though he was unsure if such a thing could even be heard with the state Youhei was in.

Giving the man a moment to gather himself, not really sure what else to do at the moment, Hemlock sticks to what he's best at, what he knows as he stands to get a few bottles together for the hungry kittens, a moment having to be taken to readjust himself in the sweats as he did so. He doesn't talk, not really sure what to say thanks to his own embarassment around what he'd caused, not until he had a bottle ready and one of the larger kittens in his hands, ready to be handed off if Youhei accepted. "...you wanna help again? With the kittens?"

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「 ☆ 」 Slowly coming down from the panicked jolt, Youhei shakily tries to steady their breathing. Chest shuddering with each shallow movement, that pained smile weakly remains on their face. Corner of their mouth twitching in the morbid display of relief and tangible self-loathing for needing it in the first place. A hand falls from their hair, the others fingers still harshly intertwined in a now stone-still grip. Other one rests forgotten at their side, a finger absentmindedly scratching at the floor with a black-painted nail. Fidget quickening as they keep staring down rather than at Hemlock.

Not wanting to see what he could possibly be thinking of them, no matter how understanding his words attempt to be.

Sucking in a deep breath, they hold it in for a few seconds... before releasing it in a heavy exhale, shoulders drooping with the motion. Hand ever-so-slightly letting go of messy hair. ❝ Nah... Don't worry about it. I offered and you were just calling me on it. Nothing to be sorry for. ❞ Picking at the end of his sleeve, he pulls out a loose thread while trying to absolve Hem of any unnecessary guilt he might feel.

Watching it flutter to the ground before blinking with surprise at Hemlock's approach, gaze raises up the other's body until it finally reaches his eyes. Mouth slightly agape at the offer, it takes them a second to find their voice again. Only able to utter a quiet, ❝ Really? ❞ while hands already carefully accept the offered kitten and bottle. Despite their own lack of faith in themself, touch is gentle as though the creature was made of glass. A kindness in the way they nestle the kitten close to their body, in the way dulled eyes soften with a new light as they look down at it.

Silently feeding the gluttonous animal, a few moments of peace pass. Youhei focusing on the task at hand. On the warmth of the little body and the constant— if frantic in its own way —sound of milk being suckled. When they no longer hear their own heartbeat in their ears, Youhei risks opening their mouth, ❝ You don't have to fuck me... if you're not into it anymore. ❞ Calmly spoken, almost monotone in the forced delivery. Lightly tutting as they ease the empty bottle away from the kitten, as small smile actually graces their features. A quiet chuckle accompanying it at the paw batting in protest.

Handing it and the baby over to Hemlock, they continue to explain with a more audible laugh. Still looking at the kitten even as it passes over to the other's hold. ❝ Don't stick your dick in crazy, right? Trust me, I get it... ❞ Advice Youhei wishes they had taken seriously when given their own chance to get laid. 「 ☆ 」

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Busying himself with his own kitten, the weight of the moment manages to settle into the background thanks to the steady sounds of suckling, Hemlock almost able to forget what had happened until Youhei spoke up once more. Feeling his heart jolt into his throat with anxiety and guilt as the moment returned, he was almost too quick to answer with how his rapidly moving mind forced the words from his throat. "No, that's- I uh...I mean..." A brief glimpse into the side that he tried to keep hidden; the anxious, uncertain, almost awkward truth kept tucked away behind a mask of half-faux confidence, Hemlock seeming more like his cousin Minori in that moment with how he bit back his words.

Taking a deep breath, he set his kitten back into the pen before doing the same with Youhei's, those two being exchanged for their siblings and a fresh bottle of milk, Hemlock unable to look the other man in the eyes as he passed them over. What seemed to snap him out of it though was the self depreciation, it easier to focus on hyping someone else up rather than himself. "Yer not crazy." Said firmly, voice unwavering even with the concerned knit to his brow. "Yer not crazy, Youhei." He didn't know what happened, didn't need to know; Youhei wasn't crazy because he'd been wronged in the past, no matter what he thought.

He let his words settle in the air for a breath or two, attention being torn away for a moment by the sound of an empty bottle, that kitten being set back with the others before he did the same with Youhei's, his hands gentle, if not a bit cold where they brushed against his. After making sure the kittens were settled, Hemlock rose to his feet and sat himself on the edge of the bed, a small smile on his face as he reached out a hand for Youhei with him being tugged to stand between his knees should it be accepted, that hand being set on his waist with the other threading through colorful locks to gently pull their foreheads together. "I'm okay with trying again if you are. Doesn't have t' be right now, but whenever you say so, I'll be happy to try again with you."

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It wasn't exactly out of the norm to wake up next to someone, Hemlock finding himself with a partner at least once a week if time permits, but this was the first time it wasn't because of sex that he found himself wrapped around a warm body, his own seeking the warmth with how it ran colder than most. Maybe it was because of the fact that sex was always the percursor to sharing a bed that had him grinding his half hard dick up against Youhei's backside as he drifted at the edges of consciousness, or perhaps it was that seeking of warmth that he was nuzzling into that had heated his body, but the result was the same in the end. Lips lazily trailing along Youhei's neck, sharp teeth lightly nibbled at the juncture where it met his shoulder as the other was pulled into rutting hips. Still, for as half asleep as he was, Hemlock recognized who he was sharing a bed with, a low, breathy groan catching in his throat before he let out a needy whine. "Youheiiii, wanna fuck you...." -  ✧  ˖  ˙   「  @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight   」   ˙  ˖  ✧   

「 ☆ 」 Waking up next to someone is a... mixed experience.

Even with Matthias, someone Youhei has learned to trust with their life— as much as the damaged soul can, still struggling to completely let down the walls crafted around them by pain and fear —there are still incidents. The feeling of another body beside theirs sparking an alarm in their sleep-stalled mind, insisting on harm rather than protection. It's not every time and Youhei would even claim the times are growing fewer and far between... but they've been known to lie before.

To themself as well as others.

Honestly, despite their reputation around Hope's Peak, there's only a couple people Youhei has ever shared a bed with... Until now. These arms are new. This large body, unfamiliar to the touch. Colder than Youhei's, the lithe form running rather hot. Perfect for cuddling, not that many are allowed to be privy to this. Half-stuck in sleep, they're roused toward consciousness by a motion against them.

Body slightly jostling from the action, Youhei's own dick tries to grow hard on habit. An uncomfortable sensation in their underwear, the punk having borrowed a shirt to drown in while they slept but seeing no need for bottoms because of how it hung on them. Hips push back, seeking the source of friction, head tilting with a confused groan past slightly parted lips. Another’s brushing across their sensitive neck, skin prickling from sharp teasing teeth.

Movement seems to be rewarded, breath catching as something hard pushes into their perky curves. An expected pattern. ❝ Hghgnnn… ❞ Barely a noise past the shallow rise and fall of their chest, a hand shifts down to rest over an arm holding them close. Fingers gingerly moving across cool skin, black painted nails lightly dragging… back shifting to better touch the firm chest pressed to it.

"Youheiiii, wanna fuck you...."

❛ C’moooooon, Youhei~ … It’s time to bang. ❜

It’s then that Youhei’s mind snaps to attention. Or its own twisted version of it, a false voice echoing in their mind as the familiar scenario finally takes root. Blood-chillingly sweet in its sing-song nature, quietly purred in their ear as they lay asleep. Unaware of how genuinely trapped they were until it was too late. Despite being the stupid animal who obediently crawled into their cage. Who continued to night after night after night. Claws digging into their body, forcing pinning them down, a fanged grin below unwavering grey eyes…

Youhei doesn’t hear their own frightened yelp until it’s cut off by a pained grunt, abrupt flailing causing them to tumble off the bed as they panickedly wrenched themself away from the other’s hold. Entangled in a blanket, they struggle to free themself— to breathe, as they fight against the darkness enveloping them. The fabric wrapped around, tight and suffocating and keeping HER out of their sight. Hair in disarray as Youhei finally TEARS their head free, it falls over a terrified expression. As though Youhei was expecting to see a monster.

… It’s not.

Of course it’s not.

Of course it’s fucking not.

❝ I- It’s just you… ❞ Weakly spoken through a thick voice, cracking in their throat. Tears slowly fill red-rimmed eyes, the silent nature of their arrival more unnerving than their presence. ❝ Heh… Of course it’s just you. ❞ Incredulous toward themself, broken by a bitter barked out laugh as a hand runs through the hair obscuring their face, pushing it back. Stray strands stick to their cheeks where tears now trail, fingers digging to grab a fistful of white and dyed. ❝ For a second, I thought she— I… ❞

He freezes.

❝ I… ❞ Strained smile twitches, free hand gripping the blanket around them so tightly their arm muscles strain. Shaking where they sit on the floor, the chuckle that disrupts their shoulders is quiet. Laced with the distortion of tears now freely falling, expression contorting into a shame so great they can’t help but insult themself through it with a laughed, ❝ I’m so fucking stupid. ❞ Gaze lowered as they lightly shake their head, running their fingers through their hair, trying to fix their disheveled appearance. Sucking in a forced, trembling breath with a groaned, ❝ Fuuuuuck… ❞

❝ My bad, dude… I don’t— … That wasn’t cool of me. ❞

As if they did any of it on purpose. 「 ☆ 」

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It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, even if it did take Hemlock's sleep addled mind a good minute or two to figure out that he was even awake, let alone that there was a problem that needed attention. Even then, his first instinct had been to look towards the heap of kittens just across the room, it usually an ingrained instinct around his animals that had him jolting awake most mornings, even something as benign as a small cough sending him to their side some days out of worry. But the kittens were fine, save for their mews of desired attention after hearing the commotion of awake caregivers, Hemlock's dual eyes quickly switching from them to Youhei with their deep look of concern. "No, it's...it's alright. 's my fault." Even if he hadn't been fully awake, he shouldn't have just assumed it was okay, that sex was still wanted despite it having been offered just the night before, something he says as much as he turns his attention back to the kittens as if to give the other man a bit of faux privacy in the small room, though he was unsure if such a thing could even be heard with the state Youhei was in.

Giving the man a moment to gather himself, not really sure what else to do at the moment, Hemlock sticks to what he's best at, what he knows as he stands to get a few bottles together for the hungry kittens, a moment having to be taken to readjust himself in the sweats as he did so. He doesn't talk, not really sure what to say thanks to his own embarassment around what he'd caused, not until he had a bottle ready and one of the larger kittens in his hands, ready to be handed off if Youhei accepted. "...you wanna help again? With the kittens?"

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In hindsight, he should have brought more than just cookies to help keep him sustained while excavating in the ruins. ( in his defense, they looked too good to leave behind… just sitting there in plain sight for anyone to take ) He also should have brought more water because despite thinking there was plenty, he’s already out. Having drained his canteen— holding it above his panting mouth as the last feeble drops fall in —he sets it down with a dejected clank.

Shit…

Burning in his own skin, he tugs at the collar of his shirt— praying the faint air drifting in will help —before deciding to forgo it completely. Tearing off his layers of fabrics, he tosses them into a nearby rock with a bratty whine. He’s still hot. Stuffy and uncomfortable and fidgety in a way he can’t quite place. Pacing around to try and burn off some excess energy, brows knit in apt concentration while he tries to figure out what could be going on. Muttering complaints to himself as he does so.

This doesn’t feel like heatstroke. He’s far too… energetic for that.

Maybe some sort of strange disease? A magical ailment brought on by one of the artifacts he uncovered?

Hands irritably grasp at his fluffy hair, eyes squeezing shut as he chastises himself to think. Think. No matter how difficult any coherent thought is proving to be. Mind fogging with a desperate want he feels building in his core and fighting to wet between his legs. Well. It’s steadily becoming clearer what emotion it is that’s gripping him. But WHY? And to this extent no less… And what in the ever-loving hell is that strangely sweet scent fogging around him?

… From him?

It smells like… strawberry cakes. Rose teas. An indecipherable mix of sugars and sweets and temptations. It would make him hungry if he wasn’t already full of cookies. — (( *coughity coughs for Whomstever lmao* ))

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After Henrietta had put a dent in his dinner plans by snacking on the herbs he was planning to use that night, Hayden found himself foraging around for a replacement measure after completing his chores for the day. He hadn't realized he'd strayed so far into the old ruins, herbs still unfound, too caught up in the beauty of the day, at least until a sickenly sweet scent had torn him from his thoughts and heat up his body in a way that was familiar. He'd also fallen victim to those cookies before, sometimes on purpose just for the hell of it when he was laid up in bed with the injury of the week, it being the only way he could think of to burn off some excess energy without making things worse, so the heady feeling was one he recognized rather quickly with the speed at which it burned. I

It didn't take much to put things together, who else would have accidentally eaten breeding cookies while out in the ruins, someone that would smell like cake and tea and sweetness? It had to be Eiland, the thought of the poor man out in the hot sun after a days work, body burning up from those cookies putting haste in Hayden's step as he searched for the man by simply following his nose, the heat of his own body ignored no matter how tight his jeans felt as he hurried along.

"Eiland? Eiland?!" Though unsure if the man could even begin to hear him, he called out as he searched, voice growing worried once rounding a bend to find the pink haired man in distress. "Shit, how many did you eat, bud?" A knowing question, one that offered no room for argument, though Hayden doubted he would have eaten the amount needed to reach this level of heat on purpose had he known what they were.

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It hadn’t taken long for his ( current ) teammates to get changed and stampede out of the locker room, the place a mess thanks to over-enthused athletes and the unexpected victory of earlier. One that Shion will admit was hard-earned… but frankly, he’s mostly glad the game is over.

That was exhausting.

Having turned down the offer to ‘go celebrate’ with the others, all he wants is to change out of his hockey gear, take a shower, and then head back to his dorm. Preferably he would go straight to Micky’s, but he doesn’t know if his boyfriend is even there yet. The greaser had complained about a packed schedule today— they both did —so Shion reassured him there was no need to try and squeeze the game into it.

It’s not like there wouldn’t be plenty of others for Mick to check out, with how Hope’s Peak likes to keep the athlete running around. Oftentimes literally.

Shucking off his equipment ( now standing in nothing but pink panties and ironically all the sweat from being out on the ice ) , Shion stretches with a stifled whine. Arms above his head and back cracking from the effort, before he huffs and rummages through his locker for his phone. Only to get jumpscared by Mick as soon as he turns around.

❝ Holy shit, Micky! ❞ Exclaimed with a hand on his heart, stumbling back a step and nearly dropping his phone. ❝ Would it kill you to give some warning?? ❞ Complaint is honestly half-hearted, Shion already moving past it as he starts to gather his things from a locker. ❝ I didn’t expect to see you… ❞

❝ You didn’t have to come all the way here, y’know. I was gonna shoot you a text and ask if I could head to your place. ❞ Casually chattering, back is turned to his partner, Shion acting as though he’s not barely covered ( honestly not thinking anything of it ). ❝ Ugh… Sorry I’m all gross and sweaty. We literally just finished playing.”

More or less. — (( smth smth if Shion doesn’t get fucked in a locker room then what’s the Point of being an athlete lmao ))

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It didn't matter how often Shion changed sports, Micky tried his damndest to go to every game that he could, even knowing that the athlete...didn't really care about whatever he was playing. Honestly, he didn't really know why Shion kept on playing any sports considering he'd only done so to find a boyfriend, and while some might be self conscious in that that might mean he was still looking despite having found one already, Micky was happy to support Shion no matter what he decided to fill his time with.

So, when his physical therapy appointment had gotten canceled for the day, Mick wasted no time in making his way to the rink to watch Shion play, there certain perks to being in a wheelchair that he was happy to take advantage of, like all but guaranteed seating no matter how late he was buying a ticket thanks to the special area for such a purpose.

He wasn't really used to being on the cheering side of things quite yet, but it was undeniable how exhilarating it was to watch Shion play, the hard fought victory having the crowds out of their seats with Mick yelling all the louder to make up for his lack of ability to join them. Another perk to being in a wheelchair was that most people tried to pretend he didn't exist, or simply didn't think him up to no good, Mick taking advantage of that to wheel his way to the locker room just after the game had ended. He wasn't surprised to see it nearly empty by the time he got there, not that an audience would have stopped him from blatantly oogling Shion as he rolled up behind him, concentration only broken by a chuckle as he gave the man a fright. "Sorry, I'll be sure to walk a little louder next time." A jest as he made his way over, eyes back to staring as the other turned his back to him.

"Yeah well, my appointment got canceled, figured I'd come watch yer game now that I could. You did real great out there, sweetheart, watchin' you play make me wanna try it out fer myself. Might have t' make somethin' fer my chair so we can head out on th' ice together." A casual conversation, though one had with Mick's eyes never once breaking away from Shion's form, a playful hand soon to reach out to snap the band of those dainty little panties with a smirk. Then, while Shion was distracted, Mick reached out to tug him downwards, the athlete's body quickly bent over one of the benches with large hands to grope at his backside.

"Passed yer teammates in th' hall on th' way here, gave me a funny look. Wonder if any of 'em will be comin' back..."

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「 ☆ 」 ❝ Oh? ❞ Shion muses at the stuttered admission, his own breath catching as large hands squeeze his thighs. A genuinely curious and relieved response, before he gathers his senses enough to try and take advantage of it. Mouth curling into a mischievous smirk— one he’s practiced many times for just such an occasion —as he gives Mickey’s pecs a purposeful press of his palms. Massaging into the firm spot in what he hopes in a sexy manner ( or at least a physically pleasing one ) . ❝ Then I guess I better keep doing i— ah!~ ❞

Shit.

Attempt at seduction is foiled by lips on his throat, Shion letting out a squeak that’s undeniably NOT a sound he planned on. Head tilting as his eyes shut on their own accord, shaky hands slide downward. Moving on instinct as curious fingers continue to map out the torso laid bare for him. His own body squirms in his spot, thighs pressing into one another as Mick wanders up to toy at his panties. Biting his bottom lip, tiny kitten fang threatens to snag at it.

❝ Hmmgnmn… ❞ A petulant whine choked down, throat bobbing beneath tender kisses with the motion. Shion honestly doesn’t know what he’s complaining about. Only that it feels… natural as it leaves him. Gasps and groans and whines as Micky decorates his neck, hands groping and exploring and TOUCHING in tandem. Wanting more. Wanting exactly this. Somehow wanting both at the same time. The only thing that makes sense is how quickly he listens to Mick’s gentle order to move.

That and the sharp moan that happens when the bastard snaps his lace.

Hurriedly straddling his partner with a pathetic, ❝ O-Okay… ❞ It’s more whimper than word, thighs quick to squeeze around the greaser’s waist, instinctively seeking whatever friction the new position allows. Frankly, he could have kept going like that for hours… So it’s a blessing Mick has the sense to keep the scene from completely stagnating, Shion’s shirt eventually shucked off to reveal his small frame. Delicate appearing yet deceptively strong, Micky’s worn hands would find lean muscles beneath soft skin. Built from years of ill-aimed athletics, Shion honestly lamenting how strength was all he ever gained from his escapades.

Still… At least his endurance is insane now.

Hands having moved past Micky’s neck to slide down his shoulder blades, they shift to claw grab. Painted nails pressing into his skin with a light sting, faint red lines— not bleeding… yet —starting to decorate his upper back. Softly moaning as heated kisses cover his body, music is only broken by quiet breaths of Micky’s name. Shion wanting to hear it. To say it. As if reminding himself of who he’s with. ❝ Mi-Mick… Hgnn— Micky~ ❞

Spine curves, pushing his body into the other’s lips… and inadvertently shifting his lower half with the motion. Rubbing against something VERY easily identified, Shion can’t help the sharp—frankly embarrassing should he be in his usual headspace —sound of surprise. A catch in his chest that funnily enough, only makes him push back harder. Later he’ll blame it on the dizzying sensation of being fondled and kissed stupid by his hot greaser maybe-boyfriend.

Perky ass apparently on a mission all its own, lace covered curves grind into Mick’s erection as if that was always the idea. With a rhythmic rocking of his hips— nails digging in deeper on Micky’s back —breathing grows unsteady, intermingled with huffed mewls, softly stuttered from his chest. Rubbing on Mick’s jeans as if trying to slip the other’s dick between his cheeks despite… all the issues with that plan.

But hey, since when has logic ever stopped Shion from pursuing what he wants before? 「 ☆ 」

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Shion's obedience immediately fills Mick with a heady sort of power, his breath catching at just how easy it was to get the other to do as he was told. Hands are quick to resettle on tiny hips, or at least hips tinier than his own, the layer of muscle there for him to play with undeniable thanks to all the sports Shion had made his way through, all in a search for just this.

Letting out a groan at the feeling of nails at his back, its low gravel somewhat muffled against Shion's neck where lips had paused to let out the shuddery puff of a sound, his hands gave a firm squeeze to the other's plush backside as hips where dragged down to grind against his member, the unexpected and overwhelming feeling sending a jolt of pleasure down Mick's spine. "Fuckin' hell, baby." A few more nipped kisses, lips growing clumsy and somewhat frantic with desire as teeth bit down just a bit harder than intended into the crook of Shion's neck. "Fuckin' love th' way my name sounds outta yer mouth..."

Pulling back, a hand came up to thread through Shion's hair and cradle the back of his head, lips claiming a bruising, needy kiss with a shaky moan of a breath as Mick hooked an arm around the athlete's waist to more easily grind against his ass without the ability to really buck up his own hips. "Need you, Shion, need you now." A growl of a demand, Mick wanting nothing more than to throw the man down and fuck him stupid, but not having the patience to manuver them about on the couch to do so right then. "Grab th' lube fer me, sweetheart?" Gentler words now, but no less desperate, hands to give another loving squeeze to Shion's thighs in encouragement. "Gonna need yer help gettin' these jeans off too."

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Arms lifting slightly in an invitation to sit on his lap as Shion stepped closer, a large hand settled on a dainty hip where they'd wrapped around the other man as he settled into place, the other to come to rest on his thigh with a thumb and forefinger to fiddle with the end of his skirt in a somewhat nervoud fidget. There was a soft smile on Micky's face as he listened, this being the first time in a long time since he had someone so close, let alone with the promise of more later on. He didn't really care about that though, not really, happy to simply sink into the couch with Shion in his embrace, his weight warm and comforting on otherwise unfeeling legs (save for the occasional phantom pains, that is).

Still, he can't deny the happiness that pops up upon hearing that he would be Shion's first in a number of ways, not because it meant he would be able to stake some sort of claim or something, but because-

"Good, means I can make sure you get treated right." Nevermind that it was technically a first for Mick too, if they got that far, the only thing on his mind was making sure Shion had a good time. "Was afraid that...I mean, it's...hah, I mean this in th' nicest way I can, but it's real obvious how bad you want male attention. 'm sure you already know I've had a few people, 'warn' me 'bout you, say it's kinda a thing with you, bouncing around and the like. I didn't pay them no mind, not my business what you do, was just...I was afraid that meant you might not've been treated like you deserve to be, y'know?" The implications were clear in his awkward tone, Mick giving Shion a slight squeeze of a hug to balm any hurt his words might have brought. "Sorry, I just...I'll do my best for you, you just gotta give me that chance. Even if it takes all night, just wanna do this for you, Shion."

Sentiment conveyed in that soft press of lips, Mick's body shifting to better allow the hand to travel under his shirt as his own inched careful fingertips under the skirt where he'd been fiddling with it. Not too far, just barely slipping under the hem, enough to show the desire to touch and be touched, Mick just waiting for the permission to do so.

"I really like you too, by the way. Only ever been with other people in chairs, never met anyone on two legs that wasn't family that, I dunno, gets it, y'know?" A nervous laugh, it more of a soft puff of breath than anything as teeth sheepishly bit at his bottom lip. "You uh, you pro'lly don't, huh? Just...all that yer doing, keep doing it. You don't gotta be afraid of hurting me, or making me mad, okay? I'll let you know what does and doesn't work fer me, in general and with...with this here, alright?"

"Now..." A shift in demeanor, a smirk to spread across Micky's lips as those careful fingers edged just a bit more under Shion's skirt. "You wanna help me get this shirt off, dollface? Let you finally see what's under it, since I always seem to catch you staring, 'nd all..."

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「 ☆ 」 Hearing that Micky is aware of his… reputation, should be a mortifying blow to his confidence. Which it is, just not for the reasons one would likely expect. Instead of being ashamed for his habit of throwing— or trying to, anyway —himself at any attractive man that so much as breathes near him, Shion’s embarrassed groan stems from the fact that it hasn’t worked. Not until now, anyway.

Hiding his face against Micky’s neck when the greaser pulls him into an apologetic hug, he groans like a petulant child. Overdramatic noise befitting the muffled words that come next, ❝ Ugh, it’s so embarassiiiiiiing… I’ve been making it clear I’m on the market for years— ❞ Even to people he likely shouldn’t have, Shion having set his sights on a teacher or two before Hope’s Peak. ❝ —and no one’s taken a bite at the bait. No guy has given me so much as a nibble! ❞

Indignation only proving Mick’s point, Shion pulls back to look at Micky as he complains, ❝ Don’t get me wrong, as far as first times go— I’m glad I hit the jackpot. But when going through a drought, you start to wonder if the problem is you. I mean— am I not cute? Shouldn’t any guy want to snatch me up and do naughty things to me? ❞ The phrase ❛ snatch ❜ doesn’t offer much confidence, Shion and Mick having VERY different opinions on what he deserves.

Thankfully, he’s stopped before he can elaborate on his troublesome concerns. A soft kiss silencing any words, even if his worries aren’t entirely forgotten. Just because Micky might treat him well doesn’t mean it’s the way he ❛ should ❜ be. Only that he somehow stumbled into it. Sighing into the gesture, breath catches when a hand toys at his leg. Squirming slightly where he sits, thighs rubbing against Mick as he subconsciously tries to ease that hand a bit higher… Head then tilting curiously as Mick voices what a wonderful oddity Shion is.

❝ Huh. I never realized it until now… but you’re actually the first person in a chair I’ve interacted with. Never really crossed my mind, y’know? ❞ Absentmindedly toying with Mick’s hair as he muses, gaze watches the dark strands twist around a small finger, a playful smile on his blushing face. ❝ Probably ‘cause I was too busy thinking about how cool you are~ ❞ Honestly, Shion feels like it’s strange to have gone this long without the experience. Then again, the schools he went to were never the most diverse. His social life outside of that was near non-existent ( aside from a couple girls he finally met in middle school ) as well.

❝ … Alright. ❞ Softly agreed through that glossy-lipped smile, forehead going to rest on Micky’s, expression becoming more playful as his soon-to-be lover graciously moves the scene along. Sputtering a sheepish laugh, he pecks another kiss against Mick’s lips before whining at the nickname, ❝ Stooooop… ❞ The way he purposely wiggles on the others lap making it clear he doesn’t mean a word he says. ❝ You’re the woooooorst~ ❞ Lightly smacking at Micky’s chest, manicured hands are rather quick to take him up on the offer despite his complaints.

Pulling up the other’s shirt, he sticks out his tongue and chirps, ❝ Like you haven’t been doing your fair share of staring too. Should I remind you how this little scene started?~ ❞ Before he can keep poking fun, he’s cut off by his own unintended breath of— ❛ Oh shit ❜ —when Mick’s shirt is tossed to the side, wide eyes fixated on the other’s bared torso. Face AFLAME in a second, the impossible seems to have happened. Shion rendered speechless, hands hesitantly hover over where they had been shamelessly exploring mere moments ago, the action suddenly far different now that he can see what he’s doing.

Clearly nervous, gaze flits from Micky’s pecs to his eyes in a silent and vulnerable request for reassurance. A breath taken as he waits for… something. A look. A smile. Anything to help him feel more grounded in this suddenly scary moment. Once he feels more comfortable, small hands ease down to gingerly place his palms on the other’s chest. One on each pec, thumbs slightly pressing down as if to test the firmness. Mouth slightly agape, eyes brighten at what he discovers, thumbs then rubbing small circles into Mick’s form. ❝ You feel… good. ❞ He awkwardly mutters, still staring down at his hands, cheeks blossomed pink.

Hands then start to trail down… gaze following as they spread to Mick’s sides, feeling the bumps of his ribs and the shift to his abdomen. Fuck. He’s never touched a hot guy before. He’s never touched hot guy abs before. One can practically see the starlight in his eyes, Shion woefully unsubtle as anxiety starts to mix with utter dorky elation. Nibbling his bottom lip, it takes all of his will power to keep from squeeing from how overwhelming it all is. 「 ☆ 」

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It really is a miracle Shion hadn't been taken advantage of before, not simply because of how pretty he was (and he was very pretty), but because of how awful people could be. A blessing to Micky, but a tragedy to the athlete, Mick filing away how it was lamanted Shion wasn't treated in such a way as a concern for later, one that hopefully would never need to be mused again now that they had eachother.

But he was getting a bit ahead of himself, Mick bringing himself back to the moment at hand as his shirt was removed, a smirk to settle firmly on his face at the reaction just his chest earned. He knew damn well how good he looked, it hard not to when as strong as he was, Micky having to wheel around almost two hundred pounds of weight between himself and his chair every day for over two decades now. What was a surprise was now nice Shion's touch felt, the careful exploration earning a stuttered breath out of the stuntman as his own hands reflexively squeezed at his partner's thighs. "Feels good, you touchin' me like that..." As much was heard in his voice, words low and lax as he leaned in to press a series of kisses along Shion's throat, fingers easing their way under his skirt with a playful snap of lace after a moment or two. "Turn 'nd face me, easier t' touch that way." An invitation to straddle his lap, his hands eager to manuver Shion into the new position with his touch to grow more bold once settling him into it.

He was happy to simply explore one another for a time, Micky eventually working off Shion's shirt so he could run weathered hands across the pale skin of his torso in turn, lips trailing heated kisses to any inch of his body he could reach as he groped and squeezed and caressed, Mick so busy laving the other man with affection he hadn't realized how quickly he'd gotten hard in his jeans.

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"Y' know I can see yer ass every time y' bend over like that, right?" A question with the answer already known seeing as it was asked through a smirk, Micky's eyes making a point to stare at Shion's ass for a second before darting back up to his face. "And when you stand like that, all I gotta do iiisss lean back like thiiiis, and..." A slight tip back in his chair in a half wheelie, purple eyes once again taking a moment to blatantly oogle before Mick righted himself with a light thunk forwards of his front wheels against the floor. "So, is this just a tease, or do I get t' touch sometime tonight too?" Perhaps a bit bold for what was technically only the second date, but the writing on the walls, or the edges of the lace under the skirt, were pretty damn obvious. Smug and confident, and yet that all seemed to fade for a moment as Mick wheeled his way over to the couch, talking as he went through the motions of lifting himself from chair to cusion, the muscles of his arms and back clearly seen through his tight tshirt as he manuvered himself with practiced ease. "Uh, before you answer though, should probably mention; might take a bit more for me t' get it up, most people aren't willing t' deal with that, 'r get th' wrong idea even when I already told 'em 'fore we started. Which brings me t' point two: Never really got past some heavy petting, least fer me. Be rude t' leave my partner hangin' just 'cause my nerves are all fucky, right?" He looked nervous, scared, like Shion might actually turn and walk out the door just because it might take a little longer for them to actually get down to business. -  ✧  ˖  ˙   「  @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight   」   ˙  ˖  ✧   

「 ☆ 」 One would think that Shion would be prepared for this conversation, since he's the one who donned the light pink lace panties. Clinging to his perky curves, with a little bow and delicate trimmings. Rather cutsie in terms of sex appeal, but they had caught Shion's eye far more than any other ❛ mature ❜ option when scouring the internet for the perfect pair of Special Occasion underwear. But honestly, he hadn't put them on with the intent of THIS being that occasion.

It's only the second date, after all.

More-so a means of courage rather than expectation, Shion had been in the midst of wondering if it'd be too forward to offer a flash of them when getting the movie ready. If only to entice Micky towards a third date, should Shion mess up this one too badly. He's not above letting the hot guy who actually wanted to see him again assume he's willing to give it up. Mainly because... Well. He is. Without question, should the opportunity arise. Who knows when he'll get another chance?

He hadn't realized the flashing had long since been happening.

Hastily standing up straight, hands awkwardly tug down at his skirt in a futile effort to make the sparse fabric cover more than it's designed to. Shion may not have been sure about showing off his underwear, but his legs and ass are a different story. ❝ W-Wah! I wasn't— I d-didn't— I... I uh... ❞ Broken stammering interrupted by Micky's tease, Shion turns to face the greaser with bewilderment. Complexion overtaken by the same rose color as his hair, wide eyes blink as his not-yet-boyfriend maneuvers his way to the couch. Clearly not judgmental about Shion's choice of clothes.

❝ O-Oh... ❞ Breathed before a thick swallow, hands nervously fidgeting as he pulls on dainty fingers. With the prospect of sex right in front of him, Shion can feel his insides twist in a battle between inexperience and desire. Already knowing what will win but still needing to get past the feeling. Ironically, it's Micky's fear uncertainty that helps distract Shion from his own. Expression softening, tongue flits across glossy lips, Shion taking a few steps forward. ❝ I... don't mind. ❞

Voice is quiet, mirroring Micky's demeanor in how softly it falls into the air. Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, Shion's eyes fall to the floor, finding it easier to speak when not looking at the other's face. ❝ I've never... um... ❞ Biting his bottom lip, he stops in front of Micky, staring down at where his shoes are placed in front of the greaser's. ❝ This is all... very new for me too. More than for you, but... still. ❞ Without even ❛ heavy petting ❜ under his belt, inadequacy settles in his stomach like a stone.

Carefully sitting on Micky's lap, Shion's legs hang off one side rather than straddling him. One hand moves to rest on a shoulder while the other lightly fidgets with the neckline of Micky's shirt, absentmindedly rubbing the fabric between the pads of two fingers. ❝ I really like you, Micky. I know this is only our second date but... I- really, really like you. ❞ Breathed in the air between them, Shion's gaze veiled by long lashes. Hand gingerly starts to trail down, trembling fingers pressing into his chest. Tentatively feeling what lies beneath the tight shirt as he admits, ❝ And I want this to be good for you... ❞ Wants to be the person who MAKES him feel good.

Finally letting his gaze flit up, pink hues meet Micky's eyes in a scared, sincere question. Leaning forward, soft lips brush against the other's in a whisper of a kiss, sweet to the taste and smelling of strawberries, ❝ So... It's only fair that I get to touch too... Okay? ❞ As his hand— having been trailing down during this time —slips under the other's shirt, letting a warm and soft palm start to glide up his torso. 「 ☆ 」

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Arms lifting slightly in an invitation to sit on his lap as Shion stepped closer, a large hand settled on a dainty hip where they'd wrapped around the other man as he settled into place, the other to come to rest on his thigh with a thumb and forefinger to fiddle with the end of his skirt in a somewhat nervoud fidget. There was a soft smile on Micky's face as he listened, this being the first time in a long time since he had someone so close, let alone with the promise of more later on. He didn't really care about that though, not really, happy to simply sink into the couch with Shion in his embrace, his weight warm and comforting on otherwise unfeeling legs (save for the occasional phantom pains, that is).

Still, he can't deny the happiness that pops up upon hearing that he would be Shion's first in a number of ways, not because it meant he would be able to stake some sort of claim or something, but because-

"Good, means I can make sure you get treated right." Nevermind that it was technically a first for Mick too, if they got that far, the only thing on his mind was making sure Shion had a good time. "Was afraid that...I mean, it's...hah, I mean this in th' nicest way I can, but it's real obvious how bad you want male attention. 'm sure you already know I've had a few people, 'warn' me 'bout you, say it's kinda a thing with you, bouncing around and the like. I didn't pay them no mind, not my business what you do, was just...I was afraid that meant you might not've been treated like you deserve to be, y'know?" The implications were clear in his awkward tone, Mick giving Shion a slight squeeze of a hug to balm any hurt his words might have brought. "Sorry, I just...I'll do my best for you, you just gotta give me that chance. Even if it takes all night, just wanna do this for you, Shion."

Sentiment conveyed in that soft press of lips, Mick's body shifting to better allow the hand to travel under his shirt as his own inched careful fingertips under the skirt where he'd been fiddling with it. Not too far, just barely slipping under the hem, enough to show the desire to touch and be touched, Mick just waiting for the permission to do so.

"I really like you too, by the way. Only ever been with other people in chairs, never met anyone on two legs that wasn't family that, I dunno, gets it, y'know?" A nervous laugh, it more of a soft puff of breath than anything as teeth sheepishly bit at his bottom lip. "You uh, you pro'lly don't, huh? Just...all that yer doing, keep doing it. You don't gotta be afraid of hurting me, or making me mad, okay? I'll let you know what does and doesn't work fer me, in general and with...with this here, alright?"

"Now..." A shift in demeanor, a smirk to spread across Micky's lips as those careful fingers edged just a bit more under Shion's skirt. "You wanna help me get this shirt off, dollface? Let you finally see what's under it, since I always seem to catch you staring, 'nd all..."

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As far as appearances go, there are far worse to be seen and none better, in Yuri’s opinion. Still, as much as he may have fallen for Dimitri— every aspect of him miraculously wormed its way into the mockingbird’s affections —even he can’t overlook the others… interesting hair. Unkept despite the Prince seeming to take a desperate amount of importance in his position, with those below him meticulous about their own looks to an obsessive degree. Some might misjudge it as pure lack of care on his part. Perhaps too busy running himself ragged to set aside much time for grooming.

Yuri is not so blind.

Feigning surprise when he strolls into the bathhouse and sees Dimitri already submerged in the water, yet not doing much aside from that, the performative nature of his greeting makes the truth clear. Yuri always seeming to know where to find Dimitri, whether the Prince intends to be found or not. Sly smile and sparkling eyes taking in the others tired visage with a chirped, ❝ Well, well… Fancy running into you here. I had expected to be bathing alone, considering the time. ❞ Area blessedly barren aside from the two, Yuri wonders if Dimitri had come with a similar hope.

Starting to strip, he pulls his shirt off— revealing pale skin woefully unmarked, the pair having been surprisingly busy as of late. Dimitri worryingly distant, and Yuri deciding enough was enough. If the other man was going to be skittish, then he would simply corner Dimitri where he has no choice but to stay and let him help or run away naked. Shaking his head, lavender locks are mussed by nimble fingers, Yuri raising a keen gaze to look at him as he quips with a practiced ease, ❝ I trust you don’t mind the company, your Highness?~ ❞ — (( *Y E E T* ))

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It was difficult not to be aware of how...funny his hair tended to look when Sylvain, Dorothea, and Hilda so oft liked to point it out, whether it be for playful ribbing to mask concern for the former, or recommendations of various soaps and the like from the latter two. He probably should care more about his appearance, but Dima just plain didn't see the point when he had so much else going on. It wasn't like his hair dictated his worth as both a person and a leader, not to mention his wayward mental state made both upkeep and the desire to care difficult, so while he of course bathed on the regular, especially with all the sweat daily training could work up, styling his hair had never been on his list of priorities.

He wouldn't lie though, he had been neglecting himself a touch these last few years days, heavy responsibilities and the lack of Yuri as a result sapping all his mental fortitude until Dedue he'd finally had enough. He'd forced himself into the bathhouse despite wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide sleep for as long as he possibly could, and had been in there for quite some time now just...existing in the water until it was lukewarm as the light of the day sunk behind the treeline. He had no idea how long he'd been in there, but he had no doubt Yuri knew down to the exact minute, the feigned surprise as his little bird entered the bathhouse enough to bring a smile to Dimitri's face, however slight.

Gods, he loved Yuri, how the man always seemed to know what he needed and was willing to lend a hand even when Dimitri himself either refused to ask, or was wholly unaware he needed the help in the first place.

The prince didn't answer the playful question as Yuri shook out his hair, blue eyes that had been absentmindely wandering across pale skin as it was revealed locking to the trickster's...just before Dimitri pounced on his boyfriend, Yuri being pulled into the water, and Dima's arms, with a sploosh of liquid over the sides of the large bath. Lips met a moment later, the prince feeling so much tension leaving him as he sighed into kiss, strong hands wasting no time in settling on lithe hips as he pulled his little bird into his lap without a word. Dimitri simply knowing Yuri already knew what he needed, even if the prince couldn't say himself.

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Even during ruts, Sol had never like this; body lit up like a furnace, mind distant with only the thinest grasp on composure to be had. Later on, he would apologize to Alain for this, this lapse in control, it being something he would try to hold back, not knowing how readily he'd end up giving in when his fellow thief insisted he help with his ruts.

For now though, Sol was perfectly happy in his place atop the other man, hands gripped almost too tight at his wrists where they were pinned to the floor as he nosed along his jawline, the only sign that Sol himself was even still part of the picture being the slow wagging of his tail that picked up speed as he was guided by the hands in his hair. The hesitation was only had so he could leave a few purred filled licks to the spot, partly to make sure it was where Alain wanted him to be as well as a thanks for even letting him mark him in the first place.

Though, if he thought his composure was all but gone once he heard that moan, it was nothing compared to how hearing his name out of Alain mouth made him feel, how the affirmation that he was Sol's hadn't just set his nerves alight, but made them burn so white hot it almost hurt.

A deep growl would be the only warning given before his fangs sunk hard into Alain's neck, the taste of blood only spurring the repressed beast on all the more. There was at least enough sense to move to the bed though, even if he'd done it by picking up and bodily hurling the other thief onto it with strength no human could ever hope to posses, the frame squeaking so loud in protest they were lucky it didn't break.

He did seem to regain just a bit of control after that though, the satisfaction of laying his claim clearling some of the fog as he crawled over Alain, hands tugging impatiently at his shirt, not caring if it was torn as he sought to run his warm palms across the cooler skin underneath. "Mine..." Low and possesive, but almost with a hint of disbelief along with it, like he was still trying to convince himself this was happening.

Running his tongue over the mark he'd left in a form of canine affection, the taste of Alain's blood lingering on his tongue seemed to click something into place for him, showed him that this was real, Alain was-

"Mine." Gutteral and beast like, the word was growled against Alain's lips before they were roughly pressed together, the taste of blood even stronger now as Sol sought out a new claim: his mate's mouth, his canine tongue noticeably longer than a humans would be as it knicked itself on pointed fangs.

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A deep, whiney moan is ripped out of Alain, a sound he didn't even know he could make, as teeth sunk into his neck. It was far from the first time someone has bit him, but it was the first time that he felt so utterly owned by a single bite. “F-fuck~ Sol!” He couldn’t stop himself from crying out the lupine thief’s name or from getting his breath knocked out when he was thrown onto the bed. 

Alain knew Sol was strong, but he didn’t imagine such a display of it, at least not so soon. It was enough of a distraction that the tearing of fabric didn’t even register to his ears as Sol’s hands explored his body and that tongue lapped at his blood, drawing soft, pleasured sounds from the dhampir beneath him as he leaned into the slight pain the rough tongue against his new mark gave him.

“Yours… all yours.” That's all that Alain is able to get out before getting shut up by lips meeting his own and claiming him further as Sol's tongue was let inside his mouth and the taste of the lupine's blood filled his taste buds once more which earns him an even louder moan from before as he sucks on Sol's tongue without a second thought, head growing hazy quickly from just how good everything felt and how delicious this man was. 

But alas, unlike his supposed brethren, Alain needed air eventually, and as little as he wanted to defy Sol's wishes, he had to break the kiss to fill his lungs with air, panting deeply as he stared at Sol, cock twitching in his pants just looking at the other man and the lust in his own eyes. “Just… Gods…that was…” It was the best kiss he ever had, and it made him hungry for more, especially once he was fully exposed to the wolfish man, something he found as unfair as it was hot, but he'd accept it for now, especially with how good the bulge in Sol's pants looked right now. 

“It was really good… I should reward you, for the treat you gave me, should you allow it.” And if Sol did, Alain was eager to start, moving to get between the lupine's legs and get his cock out. At first, he could only stare at the size of it. He knew Sol would be big, but this was… well, it would be an interesting challenge, and with the knot at the base… 

Alain couldn't think of that in his throat right now, not when he had something to focus on as his clever tongue lapped at the tip as a cool hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly and teasingly before taking the head into his mouth, being careful of his fangs as he sinks lower and lower on his dear and beloved lupine. 

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Meeting the break in the kiss with a sad, almost pathetic whine as he tried to chase Alain's lips, it was hard to tell if the other's words actually registered in the lupine's brain, or if he was simply content to allow the dhampir to do with him as he pleased. Either way, every touch made his tail wag all the faster, only faltering at the buck of his hips as Alain took his cock in hand.

Hands gripping tight at the bedsheets, Sol could only get out a high pitched, needy whine at the feeling of Alain's tongue against him, it turning into a near sob of a sound as he watched the man swallow his length with an unwavering and heavy gaze filled not with lust, but adoration.

Panting through every breath, even if Sol had the mind to, he wouldn't fight down his soft whimpers of pleasure where they caught in his throat, a shaky hand slowly reaching out to thread through Alain's hair of its own volition as once golden eyes watched his every move, the near glow of them now merey a thin ring around his blown pupils. Thighs trembling as he fought to keep them from bucking upwards into Alain's mouth, it perhaps wasn't a surprise that the lupine was already teetering on the edge, the dhampir knowing better than anyone how deeply Sol repressed his true nature, and how badly he needed the chance to simply let go without fear.

"Alain~" Low and breathy, Sol's fingers tightened in the dhampir's hair, just as the other gripped at the bedsheets, with him very clearly trying to hold back even now as his body trembled with need. "Alain...Alain p-please-"

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Even during ruts, Sol had never felt like this; body lit up like a furnace, mind distant with only the thinest grasp on composure to be had. Later on, he would apologize to Alain for this, this lapse in control, it being something he would try to hold back, not knowing how readily he'd end up giving in when his fellow thief insisted he help with his ruts.

For now though, Sol was perfectly happy in his place atop the other man, hands gripped almost too tight at his wrists where they were pinned to the floor as he nosed along his jawline, the only sign that Sol himself was even still part of the picture being the slow wagging of his tail that picked up speed as he was guided by the hands in his hair. The hesitation was only had so he could leave a few purred filled licks to the spot, partly to make sure it was where Alain wanted him to be as well as a thanks for even letting him mark him in the first place.

Though, if he thought his composure was all but gone once he heard that moan, it was nothing compared to how hearing his name out of Alain mouth made him feel, how the affirmation that he was Sol's hadn't just set his nerves alight, but made them burn so white hot it almost hurt.

A deep growl would be the only warning given before his fangs sunk hard into Alain's neck, the taste of blood only spurring the repressed beast on all the more. There was at least enough sense to move to the bed though, even if he'd done it by picking up and bodily hurling the other thief onto it with strength no human could ever hope to posses, the frame squeaking so loud in protest they were lucky it didn't break.

He did seem to regain just a bit of control after that though, the satisfaction of laying his claim clearling some of the fog as he crawled over Alain, hands tugging impatiently at his shirt, not caring if it was torn as he sought to run his warm palms across the cooler skin underneath. "Mine..." Low and possesive, but almost with a hint of disbelief along with it, like he was still trying to convince himself this was happening.

Running his tongue over the mark he'd left in a form of canine affection, the taste of Alain's blood lingering on his tongue seemed to click something into place for him, showed him that this was real, Alain was-

"Mine." Gutteral and beast like, the word was growled against Alain's lips before they were roughly pressed together, the taste of blood even stronger now as Sol sought out a new claim: his mate's mouth, his canine tongue noticeably longer than a humans would be as it knicked itself on pointed fangs.

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While Xander didn't actually expect Levi to just hand him over to Taka, he still tensed up with a sharp intake of breath at the sound of footsteps, hands reflexively reaching up to grip tight at Levi's thighs to keep his balance as he tried to keep as still as possible. Golden eye locked to Levi's, Xander didn't let out his breath until the footsteps retreated, his body untensing as his head tipped forwards to rest against the other's knee.

The pet to his hair gets a mrrp out of him as he suddenly looked up, though he relaxed just as quick, leaning into the pet with a purr and a smile. "Thanks, he's been driving me nuts, like he's made it his personal mission or whatever to 'help me'." Said with a light scoff as he smooshed his cheek against Levi's knee, the rebel not yet seeming to realize the sort of position he was currently in. "Wonder what he'd think if I told him I used to be him before I realized there were more important things than school and scholarships. Probably wouldn't even believe me, not many people do..."

A huffy sigh as he shifted from a crouch into a kneel, it taking the light bonk of his head againt the bottom of the desk for Xander to realize he was still between Levi's legs, something that first had him blushing as red as his hair before his lips slowly pulled into a smirk. "Hey, you're not like, super busy, are you? Figure I ought to thank you for helping me and all..." Purred as his hands slid up Levi's thighs, Xander shuffling in close to rest his cheek against one.

"Might be fun with the door open and all, he might even come back and ask if you've seen me again..."

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"Well...this fucking sucks." An understatement perhaps after Xander rushed into the dorm commons, visibly shaking from the chill the sudden onslaught of rain had sunk down near to his bones. He was soaked, clothes sticking to his body and hair to his face, it was proof that the red was in fact natural, seeing as his shirt stayed white despite the steady drip of water from the dampened locks. A shirt that was now very see-through with the help of the rain, showing the muscles usually hidden underneath, something Xander didn't seem to realize as he wrung his jacket and bandana out into a nearby trashcan.

"I don't remember anything about rain today..." Nature was just giving everyone a blessing in the form of one (1) muscular man, it would seem.

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With how considerate Kyle was, it was rare that he was able to get Amai actually upset, but after he accidentally grabbed their lunch, teased them for too long and caused them to burn something in the oven, scaring them while they were carrying a cute mug and making them break it along with a few little things here and there, Amai found themself thumping their foot against the ground as they cleaned up the kitchen before getting a ride back home to Kyle, having sent him home after the mug incident.

The second they got through the door, Amai went to check on Miri, making sure that they greeted their sister daughter before going to start cooking dinner for the three of them, only saying to Kyle, “Amai is still grumpy, so you play with Miri while Amai cooks. Do not try to help. Amai can do this alone.” Maybe that was a little rude, but they were annoyed… and they wanted this to be cute. Though, once it was done, everything was clean, and Miri was asleep, then they finally had time to deal with Kyle.

They waited until he got comfortable on their bed before they went to straddle him as they looked down at him with a pout on their face and their arms crossed. “Do you have anything to say after everything today?” They wanted to give him a chance to apologize, but they didn't think that the punishment they had in mind for him would be terrible, really. If anything, it might give him more of a reason to keep doing what he was.

Though, that was an issue for another day. For now, Amai uncrossed their arms and moved their hands to Kyle's chest to steady themself as they ground down against the buldge in his pants, smirking as they felt it. “Hope you don't have any plans tomorrow~ Iiiii think I'm going to be keeping you up pretty late unless you don't want me to, of course."

If Kyle said no, that was that. Amai wasn't planning on pushing this no matter how annoyed at him they were, but they knew he knew that... or at least they hoped he did.

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Sometimes...sometimes Kyle wished he was different. Not like he did before; before Amai, before Miri, before the Waterfall, but different in that he wished he could do better, be better than what he was. Granted he had improved immensely over time, a comeplete turnround into the person he used to be before life got too heavy for him now that he had hands to help him carry it when it was too much, but what he wanted to change wasn't something that he could change. The biggest part of his TBI, aside from the headaches (of which there were many...every day...all day long at time...), and the memory issues that came and went with each passing minute at times, was the fact that sometimes he couldn't shut the fuck up. He'd blurt out whatever was on his mind wherever he was, something that had gotten him into trouble more times than his younger, troublemaker self would have ever believed possible. By some miracle he hadn't blabbed anyone's secrets and the like except his own to others, and while sometimes it was nice to just say things instead of keeping it tucked away like he'd done for years, other times he was just...well, annoying. He always felt bad about it later, once he actually caught up with his brain, which was the case now as he waited for Amai to come home.

He didn't bother offering apologies or explanations when they did finally walk through the door, Kyle learning by now the best thing was to keep his mouth shut and let them work through it on their own when he was the cause of their ire. Amai knew he was sorry, knew the reasons why he did what he did, and they wouldn't hold it against him, never had even after all this time, but that didn't mean they didn't need time to feel their anger for a little while.

So he went about the evening as he normally did, only winding down once Miri had been put to bed and his animals had all been taken care of for the night. Settling into their own bed, he'd just been about to disconnect his arm for the night when Amai had seated themselves on his lap, hands instead settling on their hips as his brain tried to play catch-up. Amai was still upset with him, and rightly so, but it hadn't even crossed his mind that this would be the result as opposed to a before bed conversation and cuddles.

That being said? He certainly wasn't complaining.

Despite the excitement running through his veins, and right to his dick, Kyle still looked like a scolded puppy, green eyes cast down to the floor and voice so low Amai would be unable to hear it were they not so close. "'m sorry fer stealin' yer lunch...and makin' y' burn that thing....and makin' y' break yer mug..." He'd ordered them a new one the minute he got home, but that was a surprise for later. Right now though?

Breath catching in his throat with a surprised groan at the rolling of their hips, he hadn't even realized how hard he'd gotten until now, air suddenly much harder to pull into his lungs as his eyes shot up to meet Amai's. Swallowing hard, the flush under his darker skin popped the freckles along his cheeks to life as he willed himself to speak dammit-

"That's fine-" Shaky, cracking in the middle, he wanted so badly to prove he was still their good boy. "I-I was bad-" A pause for a breath, he was shaking he wanted this so badly. "I was...was a bad...I-I was a bad puppy," A shudder along his spine at just saying those words, eyes once again darting away as the hands on Amai's hips gave a subconscious gentle, affectionate squeeze.

"I was a bad puppy, a-and that means I gotta be p-punished...right?" Please can he be right he wants to show them how good he could be, that he was their good boy, always their good boy--

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✧   「   @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight   」   ✧  - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Yelping as he’s swiftly picked up like a kitten by its scruff and unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, expression is nothing short of aghast as he looks up at the man who DARES stand between him and his task. Those poor neglected gears, wasting away on the desk in dire need of polish. If he hadn’t been so rudely interrupted, he could have already tended to several by now… Hair bristles at the mere thought, bright yellow gaze gleaming with indignation.

This is such a waste of time.

It’s as if Kyle hasn’t heard a word he said! Unfortunately, the reality is far worse. He simply has steadfast arguments against it. Wriggling violently beneath the large man, tiny hands push the other’s chest to no avail. Like a house cat struggling against a lion, yet desperation stubbornness fuels his actions. Instead of being discouraged, his tantrum only seems to grow in immensity. ❝ Why you- you brute! Have you NO sense of decorum? ❞ Frankly, five seconds around Kyle would be more than enough to show otherwise. Something Timothy never had a problem with before.

Not a real one, anyway.

And honestly, wouldn’t be now ( there are far worse things than someone with a bit of roughness to their edges ) … if it wasn’t interfering with the sanctity of his schedule. ❝ I am well-aware those gears will still be there! ❞ But the concern is, will he? Should he give in to the exhaustion he felt creeping up his body— one that isn’t helped by this position or softness of the mattress —what will that mean for him? Obviously Timmy is going to come out earlier than planned. Will he be willing to leave so Timothy can resume his intended task later, or let this bleed into the rest of his allotted time? Would Timothy be able to make him leave? Would that even be okay, considering Kyle is here to witness it…

No. No, there are too many unknown variables.

It’s much simpler and safer to stick to his schedule.

❝ As will this infernal bed! ❞ Claws unwittingly dig into Kyle’s chest, not enough to hurt by any means. Merely a huffy bluff that it could… Maybe. If Timothy wanted it to. If Kyle made him. Not that the cat ever could purposely claw the insufferable man. ❝ So- unhand me! ❞ Another futile jostle of his body, irritation growing like the growl in the back of his throat. ❝ And stop looking at me like that! ❞ It's a more petulant complaint, made for the sake of it. Although the large man IS incredibly close. More than he's ever been before, actually.

Wanting to scold Kyle for something else— needing to —a hand wriggles its way from the other's chest to PUSH at his face instead. Gloved palm meeting the scarred side, Timothy has no qualms touching it. Nor does he treat Kyle like glass because of it... Like a cat shoving at its owner in a refusal for affection, he tries to move that judgmental sneer further away from his flushed glare. Honestly hoping to further annoy his overbearing friend, even if that would likely only make Kyle push back even harder. 「 ☆ 」

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The only thing all the fussing succeeded in was making Kyle laugh, it a sputtered thing where his face was smooshed by the cat's hand as it turned slightly to the side. "Lookin' at you like what? 'm jus' lookin'." A tease as he pressed against Timothy's touch, a silent showing that he wasn't going to be giving up so easily. "I like lookin' at ya, yer pretty. Both of ya." Sure that would be implied seeing as the Tims shared a face, but it felt odd not to mention Timmy in such a compliment.

"Pretty 'nd stubborn, but not very strong, eh?" An obvious fact made all the more so as Kyle shifted his weight to further press Timothy into the mattress, his knee inadvertently sliding up between the other man's thighs, close enough that were the cat to move just right...

"I'll fuckin' lay on you if I have to, don't think I won't."

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✧   「   @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 ❛ Kitty ❜ was never a word that came to mind when describing himself. Perhaps catty, if he dwelled on the thoughts that stayed guarded under lock and key. Scathing comments that BURNED on the tip of his tongue, behind saccharine smiles and empty praises. But if Xander wanted him to be the kitten to the others puppy, then who is David to disagree? Especially when it's surprisingly effortless to slip into such a role. Be it the mate begging to be bred or the predator surveying its next meal. Both scenarios end in similar ways, with David deliriously full of Xander's love seed.

Which is far easier than deciphering how to don some of the lingerie he's picked out to surprise Xander with. So much hassle for a garment that's going to end up ripped from his body... But there is a silver lining to such annoying preparation. There's not a SHRED of remorse to be found when his clothes are reduced to them.

But enough about that... There are far more important things to focus on than the struggles one must endure in order to be the prettiest kitty they can. Such as the undeniably eager dog tied down before him, panting as he gazes up. Feeling like a scrap of meat being dangled in the face of a starving dog, David is just as cruel as the concept with the steady meander of his hands. Palms flat against flushed thighs as they drag upward with a purred, ❝ And you look adorable... ❞

Frankly, David doesn't understand his appeal. He can doll himself up in cat ears and lace and be detached enough to realize it is GOING to get a reaction. But that doesn't stop him from fixating on the dark circles under his eyes. The untamed unpresentable nature of his hair. The air of failure exhaustion that hovers like a fog. Thick and suffocating, choking David should he look at himself for too long. No, he'll save that for someone like Xander. So bound by devotion that he's managed to not only accept the shortcomings of the man he handed his leash to, but sometimes... David can swear Xander forgets they are even there.

How could he stare with such open love adoration if that wasn't the case?

❝ The way you can't help but squirm for me. ❞ Hummed as he lowers himself closer to the other's clear desperation, a hand finally slips between Xander's legs to grasp it. Starting at the base, he slowly works his way to the end, thumb massaging the head in a lazy circle. Face close enough for his warm breath to ghost it, he instead abruptly ducks even lower. Focusing his attention on the others balls, tongue flits out to drag across them, abruptly stopping at the base right where the taunting began. Hand has resumed its steady motions, as if trying to bring the already erect dick to attention.

❝ I bet you want to touch me so badly, don't you? ❞ Even as he speaks to his boyfriend, attention is focused elsewhere. Tongue leaving leisurely strips of wet after every few words, grip on Xander's shaft growing a bit firmer as he speeds up his strokes. Just enough to help massage the dripping pre into it and aid his movements. ❝ Poor puppy. Tied up like some common mongrel. When we both know you're so much more than that... Oh, whatever shall you do?~ ❞ Hopefully surprise David, once the time comes. Despite his taunting, the speaker is blissfully unaware of what sort of animal he's prodding. Or the personal goal Xander has tucked away.

❝ Well? I asked you a question. ❞ He playfully ❛ scolds ❜ , glowing gaze raising to peer at Xander best he can from his compromising position. Lips pulled into a Cheshire smirk, he growls out a command to— ❝ Speak up. ❞ Before he starts to lightly mouth at his boyfriend's sack. Taking one ball in and suckling without breaking eye contact, he gauges the others reaction to the new stimulation. 「 ☆ 」

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Where David didn't understand 'pretty', Xander couldn't wrap his mind around how he was adorable. All rough edges; scars, bruised knuckles, foul words, and willing to pick a fight at a moments notice (for the right reasons). But no doubt such a thing was thought for the same reasons that made him unable to believe, just as it was when it came to David. Everything about him, dark circles, mussy hair, the drag to his step when behind closed doors, the only thing all that told Xander was how hard David worked for everyone around him, putting his own wellbeing on the line to make other people happy.

If David believed he was adorable, he wasn't about to argue, quite the opposite really; he was going to be the most adorable puppy he could possibly be for his kitty, intentional or not, starting with the strangled pathetic whine that he let out at the touch to his dick. Eye glued to David's hand, he was helpless to stop the bucking of his hips, though he was noticably trying to keep as still as he could despite that not even be an order given. His thighs shook with the effort as David teased him, it a testament to the sheer willpower the rebel had to keep himself as steady as he was, it being a self imposed rule that he was apparently hellbent on following.

Despite the teasing, Xander let his legs widen all the more to accommodate the speaker between them, head falling back to the pillows with an audible fwump as his chest heaved through a series of low, breathy whimpers sounds. "Yes, want to touch you-" A hard swallow, the headboard rattling as he gave a mindless tug to the binds, the soft interior of the cuffs lost in the haze, just as the cool touch of the metal was to his fingertips as they tried to find a foothold against the smooth metal of the cuff itself.

Teeth biting at his lip to muffle the groans that demaned to be heard, it was a slowly losing battle to thrust up in David's touch, the slick sounds of the speaker's hand along his shaft having his thighs quaking with the effort. The 'scold' has him snapping to attention, the chain of the cuffs clacking against the frame as he lifted his torso best he could to look David in the eyes. Question? Was there a question? What happened if he didn't know the answer-

Perhaps his thought process could be seen in his hazy eye, a zip of static seeming to flash across the darkened gold as he desperately tried to give David the answer he wanted, though any semblance of an answer would be lost to another groan deep in his chest as he squirmed under the light stimulation. "I-I d...don't-" Cut off as his head fell back down to the pillow, a high pitched whine trailed off into a breathy moan as he tried to think. Answer answer answer, David wanted an answer...

But what was the question?

Eye fluttering as the gentle pleasure shot along his spine, now that he wasn't looking at David, he could grasp his thoughts a little more firmly, breathing haggard as his head lolled to the side, though the question still evaded him, lost somewhere in the yellow of David's eyes as he teased the rebel. "What...what do you want me to do?" Most assuredly not the answer he was seeking, but with how eager to please Xander always was, could David really be surprised?

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It wasn't entirely uncommon for Amai to be stealing Kyle's shirts, though it was somewhat alarming with how many that were going missing recently. Nearly all of Kyle's shirts had been taken, and they were the ones that he would normally wear, too... the ones that would have his scent the strongest, and while Amai was more or less moved in with the Former EMT, they preferred, still, to nest in their own apartment, which is where Kyle would find them with a small nest on their bed.

Looking up from the center while holding Makkun close to their chest, they rub their eyes as they take in both where the stronger scent was coming from and just how close their partner was.

There's a mixture of love and lust making Amai's eyes hazy as they lazily reach out to him, though they really are happy to see him. "Hm... Ky-chan... there you are. C'mere, please? Amai really really wants to cuddle with you. Makkun is good company, but... you're so much more comforting."

That was only the half of it. Makkun was their favorite plushie, sure. It was safe, comforting, warm, but Kyle was an entirely different story: safe home. It made the need to have him close all the stronger, especially the longer he wasn't in their nest and giving them the contact they needed more than anything else.

"Alpha... please... I just want to be in your arms, so so badly." Their heat hadn't fully started yet, but damn if they weren't close with how strong their own scent was and just how utterly needy they were for him... not that that was entirely unique to this situation.

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While Kyle had in fact noticed a staggering amount of his clothes going missing, he didn't really think much of it, simply assuming he'd forgotten about wearing it, or that Amai had worn it and that it was in the laundry. It wasn't that big of a deal, not like he didn't wear his hoodie over them all the time, hell he didn't even have to wear shirt under it if he didn't want to, which was exactly what he'd done that day. He'd been busy near all day, between his coursework, his volunteer work, helping Julian around the Railroad, and Nicky with his own studies (Kyle loved that man, he really did, but academics had never been Nick's strengths), he'd left early that morning and was only just now coming back late into the evening to finally spend time with his....empty....apartment....

Huh...

Though for as confused as he was, the medic checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed any texts from Amai about not being around that night, it didn't last long the further he went into the apartment, the unmistakable startings of a heat, his mate's heat reached his senses, it having him back out the door in an instant and on his way to Amai's cozy little nesting place of choice. After all, where else would they even be?

He could smell them from outside as he got out of his van, unsure if it was simply because Amai was his mate, or if they really were just that desperate for him after he'd been gone the whole day. And wasn't it just like them to not tell Kyle as the day ticked on, just the same as when they were sick, not wanting to 'bother him'.

Oh well, that didn't matter now, not when he was taking two steps at a time, Kyle damn near ripping the door off the hinges as the scent grew stronger upon opening it. It wasn't a full heat, not yet, but it had the Alpha instincts buzzing all the same as he allowed himself to be drawn in by the familar scent.

He was on his way over to them before they'd even fully opened their eyes, his shoes being kicked off with a stumble or two in his haste, Kyle all but falling into the nest over his own feet. Pupils blown wide, he didn't speak for a moment, mind hazing over as nothing but Amai flooded his senses.

Even still, he was mindful enough to set Amai's favored plushie to the side before taking its place, the confectioner being pulled into his lap as Kyle buried his face against their neck, purring all the while. "Knew I was f'rgettin' somethin'..." Muttered lowly into heated skin, a scruffy cheek nuzzling against his mate's with a brief hitch in his purr. "Was real confused when I got home 'nd you weren't there, bunny. Got nervous..." But he wasn't upset, clearly far from it with how quickly he had given in to his instincts, Amai knowing better than anyone just how much Kyle could fight agaisnt them for a time if need be.

Pulling his hoodie over his head, it gets put over Amai's and tugged into place so they could hopefully find comfort in his scent, the medic now shirtless where he cuddled his mate close to his chest. "Been wonderin' where m' shirts went, figured I jus' f'rgot I wore 'em." Said with a low chuckle to vibrate against Amai's neck, a kiss being pressed where it met their shoulder before he was back to nuzzling. "You okay, baby? Need anything?"