Halloween - Open

[suitsahero]

((OOC: Since a few people mentioned this, I thought I'd write one starter and whoever wants can tag in. This is one of my favorite sorts of set-ups so I don't think I'll get tired of playing it over and over if that's how this shakes out. I've tried to leave a variety of actual starting states or reasons to be there open as well.))

Getting up to the castle on purpose is difficult.

It's difficult to get to the bustling town at the base of the mountain. Transport is spotty at the best of times, mountain passes obscured by snow and ice most of the time. It's doable in the spring and summer, but the town is almost completely isolated in the fall and winter. Plenty of people make the journey, though, to enjoy the vistas, the peace and quiet through the winters, or just the ability to eke out a simple living, far from other stresses. The town is something of a tourist destination, both for those reasons and to climb a separate peak from the one with the castle on it. People go missing in the snows most years, but it's not considered dangerous beyond that, and everyone is warned extensively not to go wandering outside of the known routes or without a guide.

Nature is beautiful, but also deadly. It is nothing to be overly concerned about, beyond making sure people know how to be safe.

The people who actually live in the town are a bit superstitious, though, as only people living in relative isolation and in tension with a hostile environment can be. Which provides the next obstacle to getting up the mountain to the castle: no one is willing to take you. Stories vary on what lives up in the castle depending on who you talk to. A monster, a magician, an evil spirit, or just a strange artist who wants to be left alone. No one seems to agree on what is up in the tower, but everyone agrees that you don't go up there, you don't bother whoever, or whatever, it is. People don't come back or maybe people do come back but they're different, strange, don't remember things, or maybe no one has ever been up there at all.

And then, if you happen to still be painfully curious, particularly when you can clearly see lights moving through the castle in the evenings, the way up to the castle is also treacherous, requires skill and luck just to follow the unkept trail through the snow and rocks and trees, the way turned steep and winding through disuse. And the villagers also say there are wolves, though you've never seen any.

On the other hand, it is remarkably easy to find the castle on accident.

Nothing about it is magically easier, but if you throw safety to the wind, if your tent is ripped open by falling snows or you lose a trail you're supposed to be on, suddenly difficult and dangerous obstacles become your means of survival and climbing up to the castle doesn't seem like a journey to be embarked upon with caution but a last, desperate act of someone who doesn't want to freeze to death in the snows. Surely whatever is waiting there is better than that. Surely.

And what of those who fail? Who go out into the wilds only to succumb to the elements?

Well, no eyes and ears can be everywhere, but some few who do have their journeys set to end in the most final way possible might find themselves waking in a warm bed, instead, fire blazing merrily in a hearth. Are you lucky to have survived or not? Only time will tell...

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[darlingdatura]

It would be so easy here and now for Mikka to be utterly lost in what was happening. Especially hearing that soft moan from Haurchefant, the need in the sound just having his heart hammering in his chest as he yielded to the way the kiss was deepened.

Even if the kiss was broken far sooner than he would have liked, the little Miqo'te unaware of how he'd started to purr a bit in a low, soft manner, pupils widened ever so slightly as he smiled shyly against the other's lips. Fingers still twined in his hair, reluctant to move them when it was so clear that Haurchefant enjoyed, needed that touch.

"Y-you think so?" He managed after a shaky breath. "Maybe we should... try again. To be sure, or course."

[suitsahero]

"Of course," he accedes, his tone warm and teasing, still, "Perhaps a longer taste...?" This time, the kiss is slower, perhaps, but heated from the beginning as he slides his tongue more fully against Mikka's. The kiss stays gentle, less the barely restrained passion of the end of the last one, when he had been caught off-guard, and more of a controlled bit of hedonism, sensation for it's own sake, taste and texture. He makes another low noise of pleasure, heady, and shifts himself closer on the sofa.

With one hand more or less made useless by the back of the sofa, he nevertheless can at least wind it around Mikka, pull him closer. The cold of him is a little more noticeable by proximity, now, but he's also still flush with blood from the night before, and so he just seems like perhaps he has bad circulation, rather than being held by something clammy.

[darlingdatura]

"Precisely." His reply was soft, shyly teasing in turn. Letting Haurchefant guide the kiss this time, lips parting with a soft sigh to let it be deepened, relishing in the foreign but pleasurable sensation of it, of the feel of the other's tongue against his.

Fingers twitching in Haurchefant's hair as he was quite willing to let himself be brought in closer, noticing that odd chill, but nestled into the blanket as he'd been, he excused it partly as him being a bit warmer in comparison. Free hand groping blindly for the edges of the blanket to unwind it from himself, both so he could nestle in closer, and so he could drag the fabric over the both of them, wanting to share some of that comfort and warmth as the kiss lingered on, a soft croon lost against Haurchefant's mouth as he did so.

[suitsahero]

The more Mikka responds, the more he drowns, slipping closer under the offered blanket until they're all but in each other's laps, the kiss deepening further. The softness of him calls up every protective instinct Haurchefant knows quite well he cannot fully control. Some vampires grow violent with the curse, some cold and solitary. Haurchefant has grown possessive, but his own nature makes that manifest as something kind, at least on the surface. He is trying to not let any of it take control, even now.

But Mikka is warm, and sweet in kind, and he feels like he could kiss him forever and still not have enough of the way he reacts to it. He gets both his arms around him now, has to touch him, and his side of the kiss shades slowly hungrier.

Despite that, Mikka will quickly find that Haurchefant is almost comically responsive to being moved around by that hand in his hair, either closer into the kiss or further away.

[darlingdatura]

It was entirely overwhelming, this sort of attention. Mikka was responsive to the sort of kind possessiveness, for all he wasn't consciously aware of that. On some level he needed that, needed to know that he was worth possessing, for all it was a thing that somewhat worked against him here as he was melting into the kiss.

Squirming in as close as he could without all but crawling into Haurchefant's lap, for all it was a close thing, especially with the way it felt to have those arms wrapped around him, the little Miqo'te letting out a soft needy little whimper against Haurchefant's mouth as his hand in the man's hair tugged in a way that encouraged him on, encouraged more, for him to get closer.

[suitsahero]

He manages to temper the possessive growl that rises out of him at the needy noise Mikka makes into a low, purring moan instead and drags him the rest of the way into his lap without any further preamble, less about any kind of friction and much more about those other desires, claiming, keeping. He needs his arms all the way around him, needs him close, needs to be able to fully feel out the shape of him under his clothes.

He finally leaves off Mikka's mouth for a moment, but it's only to kiss a path down one side of his jaw, nuzzling up under his ear for a moment with a soft moan that can only mean he thinks he smells good, before his mouth traces downward...

His breath catches and his eyes fly open, realizing what he was about to do, as natural as breathing. Once, it would have horrified him, now, it's merely something he needs some damage control for. He turns what was about to be a bite into a little nibble instead, barely a scrape against the skin, and surely Mikka has felt his sudden shock, so he chuckles, warm, against his neck, schools his features,

"I should let you eat," he murmurs against his skin, knows he'll look inhuman right now, if he pulls back enough to be seen, keeps himself nuzzling into his skin, hair, smoothes over the moment before, "I don't want to let you eat," he admits, with another chuckle, "But I don't want you to faint, either."

[darlingdatura]

Mikka certainly didn't resist that tug. It was hard to say if he could resist anything in this current mood, with that kiss electric between them, heart hammering in his chest as he willingly squirmed in closer craving the feel of the arms around him, of the soft feel of those lips against skin.

The feel of his pulse all but pounding through his veins likely didn't help matters for all he was blissfully ignorant of what Haurchefant almost did, that gentle scrape just earning another little gasp from him, a shiver coursing through him.

Unaware of why Haurchefant might keep his face hidden against skin, just basking in the attention, in those gentle little affections as he managed a breathless little chuckle of his own. "I-is it terribly uncouth of me to admit that I might not want you to let me eat just yet either?" He whispered, tone a bit shy at the admission, flushing brightly. Quite caught up in Haurchefant's spell for all it wasn't one woven of actual power, but touches and soft kisses.

[suitsahero]

He diverts himself to lean up and rub his nose right at the base of one of Mikka's ears, then his whole face when he discovers that they're as soft as they looked. In any other mood, it might have been ridiculous, but curled in his lap it feels more sensual than silly.

"If so, then I believe we're both guilty of it. Mmm... it's hardly something to be embarrassed about if it's mutual, yes?" he's picked up on the tone, though he's not known Mikka long enough to understand how little experience he truly has, "I want you," he murmurs against one ear, as bold as Mikka is shy, "I've never been good at being the voice of reason," he chuckles softly, "I don't think I can refuse you, if you don't wish me to stop."

[darlingdatura]

As if Mikka would mind that attention regardless of the situation, a soft little purr slipping from him at the attention to his ear, which flickered faintly against that nuzzling.

"I-I suppose you're right in that," He murmured in response, heartened some by that reassurance. At least until the admittedly bold confession from Haurchefant that just had him flushing brighter, with a soft rasp of breath. "Me though? Truly? I... I find that... I feel the same. But I've never- I feel I'd disappoint in my inexperience."

It was embarrassing to admit, for all he was aware there was no way he could pretend at being anything but new to all of this. Surely Haurchefant wasn't wanting to deal with the awkward fumblings of a virgin though, had assumed his guest more experienced than he actually was.

[suitsahero]

It takes every bit of control Haurchefant has to only growl possessively at that and tug Mikka in by the hips firmly enough to roll his own against him. Still, though the gesture itself might be a bit more of an escalation than Mikka was expecting, there can be no doubt that Haurchefant isn't just being polite when he says,

"Would it be uncouth of me to say that only makes me want you more?" hot in his ear. His, his, his, all of him and he wants to absolutely ruin him for anyone else. It take everything in him to keep his hands gentle, to divert all of the instincts in him to take, claim into something softer, more enchanted. "To know that I'm teaching you, helping you to learn what you like," and then softer, more sensual, "You will tell me what you like, won't you? I like hearing it."

[darlingdatura]

Mikka shivered at the sound of that growl, slit pupils widening in response as he shivered when he felt that rock under him, a stuttering little sound of surprise slipping from between parted lips, fingers curling reflexively in Haurchefant's shirt.

"H-hardly," He gasped, unable to help the way his voice quavered with a potent mix of excitement and need. "I... I like this. You."

He had no clue how his responses were leaving Haurchefant struggling with instincts. Quite charmed by those softer, gentler responses he was tempering the need to, quite taken by his soft words and entrancing ideas.

[suitsahero]

Haurchefant chuckles softly, not immune to amusement over how ridiculous it is, the level of his own desire, and he reaches up and finally strokes fingers through Mikka's hair, gives into the desire to pet his ears, the touch so sweet, more so when paired with his much darker, more heated words,

"You have no idea how tempting you are right now," another chuckle and he gives into the desire to draw him back in for kiss after kiss, between his words, "I am not known for being someone who care overmuch about waiting. If the passion is there, why wait at all?" the next kiss is sweeter, but the hand not working on Mikka's ears moves to his thigh, squeezes firmly, "Still, I cannot remember the last time someone has held me so enchanted so quickly. Perhaps never," another kiss, and then he's moving back down his neck again, though he has control of himself now, comparatively at least, "You're impossible to resist..."

[darlingdatura]

It was so easy to tilt his head into that gentle touch, a soft purr slipping from him at the feel of fingers stroking his ears. Gods but he loved that, quite plain in the way he all but melted, with a shy little smile.

"I c-can't say I've ever... inspired such passion in another," Mikka hummed in between kisses, a shiver running through him, easily felt with how close they were, all but wrapped up in one another. A soft sigh slipping from him as his chin tilted ever so slightly, inviting those lips moving over skin without any hesitation, his own hands moving, one still against his back, the other moving again to wind fingers into Haurchefant's hair. "It would... be a shame to resist, I think."

[suitsahero]

"I would not wish you to think that I did not desire you, when in truth, it is that I only hold back out of a fear of frightening you with that same desire," he rubs his fingers more over Mikka's ears, leans his own into his touch, "If you tell me not to resist, I will do so no longer, but I am trusting you wholly, to tell me if anything is unwanted."

In matters of blood, survival, feeding, he is more than happy to pick at what is wanted, desired, but not this, not here. He knows he could, of course, but even if he had been the sort to do so without restraint, he still thinks it would be more pleasurable like this, knowing that it was genuine. Even so, the change has either given him darker, possessive passions or brought the ones he already had to the forefront. He tests some of them here, allows himself less restraint, his touch slightly more clinging, the hand on Mikka's thigh pulling him down just slightly this time as he rocks upward, sparking a more deliberate, sensual friction.

"Have you done anything then?" his voice is velvet against one of Mikka's ears, "Has anyone touched you at all? Have you touched yourself?" his hand slides between his legs as he asks, palming Mikka's cock gently enough to hopefully not be completely overwhelming, but firmly enough to hopefully get him grinding against his hand.

[darlingdatura]

"Don't resist then." Mikka confirmed in a soft gasp, basking in the feel of those fingers against the soft fur of his ears.

As sweetly considerate as Haurchefant had been, it was almost an alien concept to the Miqo'te that he might do anything unwanted here. A thing only confirmed by the shift in that grasp, the possessiveness there just riling him more as the small body in Haurchefant's grasp shuddered at the sensation of that more pointed rock of hips against him. To be possessed is to be worth having, was a thing he craved enough that anymore clinging, intense sort of display from his companion could only be positive couldn't it?

"N-no one-" He crooned breathlessly, thighs twitching open a touch wider at the warmth of Haurchefant's hand, rubbing in against his palm in a way that had fingers curling tight in his hair, tail twitching behind him. "I... I've touched myself but if not f-for a childhood dare you'd have been m-my first kiss-"

[suitsahero]

He doesn't hold back the low, delighted growl that admission causes to rise in his chest and he pulls Mikka closer to him, shifting him slightly so he's even more fully in his lap, Mikka's back pressed against his chest, his knees resting on either side of Haurchefant's. Given the difference in size, it's possible his feet can't touch the ground, even before Haurchefant widens his own stance a little, less about actually pulling Mikka's legs apart in truth and more about making him feel like he is.

The position is vulnerable and Haurchefant soothes him through it with another soft nuzzle against his ears,

"Please then, I would be honored if you would allow me to take care of you first. If you wish to explore me afterwards, I will let you do so to your heart's content, but... please," he breathes it into his ear, hot with lust, hand rubbing just a bit more firmly, "I wish to do this for you so badly, I think I might go mad for it."

[darlingdatura]

Mikka can't help the soft gasp he lets out at the shift, at being held so against Haurchefant's chest, toes dangling as he did indeed feel the vulnerability of the position. Not that it seemed a bad thing to him, with that soft nuzzle against his ears as he shivered in a way that he was quite certain Haurchefant couldn't miss.

"Yes-" He hummed, a rasp of arousal slipping into his voice, tail frizzing with that self-same emotion as it twitched against his leg, curled against Haurchefant's thigh. "Touch me, I... I want to feel you-"

A whimper slipping from him as he rocked against that increased pressure, lips parted as he tilted his head back enough to rest against the taller man, heart about fit to pound out of his chest in aroused excitement, positively dizzy with it.

[suitsahero]

Mikka's pants are likely going to need to be mended, the way Haurchefant gets them open, all of the impatience about this, how much he is holding back, coming to the forefront the moment he has to deal with an inanimate object instead of Mikka. He doesn't quite rip them off so much as savage them open, but it certainly seems like something from a bodice ripper novel all the same.

His touch is unhesitant but far gentler with Mikka a moment later, mindful of a lack of anything to prevent a bad sort of friction as he gets his hand around Mikka's cock, even as he's starting a more delightful sort of friction in the arching of his own hips. He slips the hand that's not on his cock across him, fingers laying lightly on his neck, with no pressure behind it. It's not a threat or dangerous, he just wants to hold him there, help him arch backwards in his lap just a bit, to look down the line of him.

"Lovely," he breathes, "You look beautiful like this. So innocent and debauched all at once. You're going to be even more lovely when I can take my time, lay you out and taste every part of you, but I simply cannot wait any longer."

[darlingdatura]

As if Mikka was overly concerned with the state of his clothing at the moment, other than a rush of startled arousal at the easy way that Haurchefant had them open, a hand landing on the Elezen's thigh as if to keep himself tethered. Definitely not unaffected as Haurchefant would discover with just how hard the little Miqo'te already was when his hand slipped around his cock, that first touch of another's hand on him like that winning a raw little mewl from him.

Certainly not resisting the feel of fingers against his throat, easily encouraged in that wordless way to arch, high points of color staining pale cheeks as he shivered, squirming as he was unsure if he wanted to chase the touch against his cock, or the pleasure of that friction under him more, both new and overwhelming in different ways to him.

"Haurchefant-" He gasped out, arousal humming through him at the soft words that promised so very much that he was eager to experience, that heady sort of idea at just how eager the Elezen seemed in kind. "Please, k-keep going-"

[suitsahero]

"Of course, kitten," he tries out the pet name more to gauge the response than anything else, "I wouldn't dream of stopping now. Do you have any idea how delightful you are?" The hand on his neck slides down, feeling out the shape of him through his clothing. The touch is sensual, caressing and petting, but this part is really more for Haurchefant's enjoyment than Mikka's. He's always enjoyed exploring a lover's physique, and while he has some preferences there, certainly, the enjoyment he gets is wholly separate from any aesthetic appreciation.

It's his other hand that pays more attention to what Mikka wants. He's not trying to draw this out in the slightest, but he does want to have Mikka writhing fully on his lap before he finishes, doesn't want to bring him to the edge too quickly. It's the first time anyone has done this to him, after all, and, while he doesn't want him to end up having to beg, not this time, he also wants to give him plenty of time to enjoy it, keeps the strokes slow at first, rubbing his thumb almost luxuriously over the head of his cock on each pass.

[darlingdatura]

The response is good, dark pupils widening ever so slightly at the pet name, pulse jumping under Hurchefant's hand before it was sliding down to feel out the body of the Miqo'te in his lap. Not overly muscled, but the lean shape of him still was fit as one might expect for a traveller alone, and for all the touch was for Haurchefant, Mikka himself was enjoying it as well, a soft croon slipping from between parted lips as he pressed into the hand against his body, craving that exploratory caress almost as much as the pleasure of the attention to his cock.

"F-flattering me~" He manages after a breathless moment, amusement mixed with arousal in the tone as his hips squirmed under the man's skilled attentions, tailtip flicking erratically against his leg. He certainly didn't mind the pace being taken here, enjoyed being able to bask in the simple pleasure of such a new sensation, especially as his thumb's movement soon enough was aided by the starting beading of fluids. As he'd admitted, he has touched himself before in this manner, but there was something wildly different about it being another's hand on him that made it all the more enjoyable.

[suitsahero]

"If it's true, then it cannot possibly be flattery," he murmurs and he makes a low noise of pleasure when he feels that slickness on his thumb, a soft croon of encouragement following while he lingers a moment, smears it around a bit just for the sensation of it, just to see Mikka squirm more.

He doesn't miss the pleasure Mikka seems to be taking from his exploration of the rest of him, either, grinning and nuzzling into his ear to tease him just a bit,

"I suppose I should have known that you would like being petted," he nibbles on the side of one of his ears, delicately. The skin looks thinner than a human's and he's not sure how sensitive they are, "I'll have to make sure to properly pamper you next time." He says that, but he's doing a fair job this time, now that he sees how Mikka is reacting to it and, while he still mostly touches as he wants, he definitely does so now with an eye towards where Mikka seems to like being touched and how he likes being touched as well.

[darlingdatura]

Those sounds from Haurchefant, that clear sign of the pleasure the Elezen was taking in kind from this only served to increase Mikka's enjoyment, a soft, raspy little moan slipping from between parted lips, pressing into the hand on his erection.

"I-it feels so good-" Both just out of a need to vocalize and knowing that the man had wanted to hear him, to know the things he liked encouraging the little Keeper in finding his words even as his ear quivered under the light scrape of teeth. It would be easy enough to see where he enjoyed being touched in the ready way he moved, arching against his companion's hand, a shiver coursing through him when fingers trailed over places he found he especially liked being touched. The hand not latched onto Haurchefant's thigh slipping up to trace shaky fingers up the side of his throat and the edge of his ear, fingers twitching as the feel of the touch trailing along his midline just had him gasping the other's name in response.

[suitsahero]

"Good," he purrs back, entirely self-satisfied at the reactions he was getting and not at all shy about showing it. "You look good like this, too. So debauched, and all for me," it's maybe showing a little too much of his hand, but he doesn't care-- Mikka has reacted well enough to his previous possessive intents, and while Haurchefant can be a certain level of cunning, he's not political or manipulative as a rule. "I like seeing you undone like this. Will you come apart even more for me?" it's rhetorical, he's already hitching his own legs just a little bit wider, spreading Mikka's further, hand that isn't on his cock ruching up his shirt to touch skin and stretching him out further in his lap, an open invitation to just give in to what's happening, relax and enjoy and let him take care of everything.

There's an unfettered moan to Mikka reaching up and helping in that process, stretching out his own torso that little bit as his hand raises over his own head to stroke up Haurchefant's jaw and he leans into the touch as though he's the one who's a cat, shuddering as those fingers find and stroke along his own highly sensitive ears.

"So good..." he murmurs, clearly at least slightly less articulate when he's on the receiving end of pleasure, though it's more that he wants to concentrate on the way it feels, not the words, than anything approaching shame or shyness, "You can do that as much as you want, kitten."

[darlingdatura]

"Yes-" There was no need to even think about that, no need to hesitate. Mikka wanted to come undone, wanted to fall to absolute pieces from Haurchefant's skilled attentions, both from the pleasure already promised in the way the hands on him had him trembling as well as the soft-spoken words, all honeyed praises and that dark undercurrent of possessiveness, both things he craved utterly. Not like he'd last much longer, not with the telling way his cock twitched under the Elezen's slender fingers.

A gasp hitched out at the almost electric quality to the feel of the hand slipping under his shirt, a shiver coursing through him, clearly obvious to Haurchefant with how they were arranged.

Pupils already rounded blow wide at the sound of the moan from his companion, a tremor coursing through his fingers as he watches the way the man was all but nuzzling into the touch, lips parting on a shuddering sound of need as he continues that trailing touch, craving the way Haurchefant responds as much as he does the pleasure of the touches to his own body.