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]

"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.

[suitsahero]

Eager to please, it seems, as well. How did he get so lucky? This is what this should be about, isn't it, pleasing each other in turn, together? He grazes the fingers of the hand under Mikka's shirt over a nipple, gauging that reaction as well, though he'll mostly be filing that away for a second round, because he's also nuzzling back into Mikka's ear, his voice warm and honeyed when he murmurs,

"Good, I want you to," he plants a little kiss there, right against the base of his ear, sweet and incongruous to his next words, "Come for me, then. There's no reason to hold back anymore." There's not the full weight of suggestion behind those words, he doesn't want to completely overwhelm him, but there's enough to tip him over if he's right on the edge already...

[darlingdatura]

It seems to make sense for Mikka. But then he was always so keenly aware of others around him, of the things he could do to make them happy a thing he felt especially strongly with someone so very attentive to him, and the things that made him feel good in kind. A soft rasp of pleased sound at the gentle brush of Haurchefant's fingers across his nipple that just had it hardening easily under the touch.

A faint flicker of his ear at the words spoken in that deceptively sweet tone, the feel of lips against soft skin and fur. And honestly he didn't need any sort of influence, but it certainly didn't hurt in encouraging him, a low cry slipping from him as he tensed, cock pulsing as he came over the elezen's slender fingers, his own touch stuttering against Haurchefant's ear.

[suitsahero]

"Good," his tone is low and pleased, almost coaxing as Mikka finds his release and he'll keep up the motion, more gentle now, until he starts to squirm just a little with oversensitivity before he stops. He makes a show of lapping the mess from his own fingers, but doesn't really make any kind of effort to do any other clean up, preferring instead to curl them both up under the blanket, tipping them to the side but keeping Mikka very much tangled up in his arms.

He's still hard against Mikka's ass, particularly easy to tell with how close they are, but while he doesn't seem to want to let Mikka move enough to to decrease the warm pressure there, he doesn't seem to be bothered by it or in pursuit of anything immediate, other than to let Mikka rest warm and sated in his arms. He leaves a few marks along the slope of his neck while he lets him mostly recover, making low, contented sort of noises every so often.

[darlingdatura]

As new as he was to this, it didn't take much to get him oversensitive. The miqo'te letting out a raspy little whimper as he squirmed under Haurchefant's hand, uncertain if he wanted to move into or away from the touch at that moment before the elezen took matters into his own hands and eased off. It left just taking slow, shaky breaths as he willingly let himself be bundled in that embrace.

Aware of the erection still pressed against him, but Mikka was still just basking in the warm, pleasant sort of haze following his own climax, especially with Haurchefant's clear pleasure, chin tilting up to offer more of his pale throat to those marks, a soft purr starting up as he was relaxing.

[suitsahero]

So tempting...

It's another moment where he has to fight the urge to sink his teeth in, groans softly instead in pleasure and drags Mikka back by the hips, to distract himself a moment. Him offering like that, even without knowing what Haurchefant was, is a delight all it's own.

He just basks in that for a long moment, pleased enough with the body heat he's leeching and the boneless relaxation of the Miqote in his arms that he has little want to do anything else. But whether there's a growl of Mikka's stomach after that or whether his eyes just fall on the food, Haurchefant shifts slightly, sitting up a bit more and pulling Mikka with him.

In some ways, Haurchefant has fought against the vampiric instincts he possesses and in some ways, he has utterly succumbed to them deeply enough that he doesn't even notice anymore. This is one of those places, perhaps. It seems perfectly normal to him to spear some of the slightly colder breakfast on a fork and bring it to Mikka's mouth. He's his to take care of, after all, and it wouldn't do for him to get sick from lack of food and exertion. Besides, the poor thing's probably exhausted. He shouldn't need to do anything after that.

It doesn't occur to him what an incredibly domineering thing that is to do, his only thought to care for him, the gesture coupled with a sweet nuzzle against the side of his ear again.

[darlingdatura]

It likely didn't make that temptation easier to resist, Mikka being entirely unaware of it. A soft chirp slipping from him at the feel of being drawn back like that, tail swaying against their legs as he just stayed right where he was, warm, content, and utterly relaxed in Haurchefant's arms.

Unaware as well of if it was his own hunger or his companion's attention that drew focus and had them shifting. Not that the miqo'te would resist being rearranged so long as he was still snuggled into the elezen's embrace, entirely languid and at ease there. He blinked almost sleepily at the offer of the forkful of food, feeling a faint curl of warmth as he accepted the bite. Once again whatever domineering or possessive air there was to the attention, Mikka was positively luxuriating in the attention, a soft purr starting up at that gentle nuzzle.

[suitsahero]

He feeds him a few more bites like that, quietly pleased, the way Mikka was relaxing into it soothing instincts he's not even aware needed soothing. Finally, though, he hums quietly between one bite and the next,

"I've never had a lover who purred before," his tone is as warm and languid as everything else, "I could grow quite used to it, I think," he presses a soft kiss behind Mikka's ear, feeding him another bite, "You are so lovely. You only grow more perfect with every new thing I discover about you."

Dangerous words, but soft, kind and genuine. The claws of obsession sink in so sweetly.

He'll keep feeding him just like that, until either the food is gone or Mikka puts a stop to it, though by the end, he's starting to tease again: rubbing the fork against Mikka's lips or grinding a bit more against him as he leans forward for the next bite.

[darlingdatura]

Mikka couldn't help but blush at the comment, smile curling his lips. "Most... think it's silly," He admitted shyly. "I... I'm glad you seem to like it."

And he really was. What would be red flags for anyone else, the miqo'te was utterly weak to, all but wallowing in the sweetly offered words and affection as Haurchefant was so thoughtfully feeding him. Being considered perfect and lovely by someone so wonderful was addicting to the lonely keeper.

The teasing certainly had effect- Mikka unable to help that faint squirm when Haurchefant was coaxing him to lean forward for a bite, ears pricking at the feel of that erection being pressed against him, a low huff of surprise slipping from him.

[suitsahero]

"Silly? No, I adore it. To hear you so pleased that you cannot contain yourself? How could I not like it?" he's set down the fork as he's said it, hands roaming over Mikka again, slow and sensual, but not to any real end other than touch. He tilts Mikka's head back a bit for a slow, warm kiss,

"Are you still hungry at all?" he asks, afterwards and it's a real question but said with a lover's tone, fitting in with how much taking care of him like this is clearly turning Haurchefant on, or at least, enough that his own erection hasn't flagged while they've been peacefully snuggling like this. "If so, I will be more than happy to oblige but if not... let me take you to bed. I'm finding myself impatient to see and feel all of you."

[darlingdatura]

"You're so sweet to me." Mikka hummed, unable to help but shiver at the feeling of the hands moving over him, having no issue with letting his head move to allow the kiss, a thing he returned happily.

"I-I find myself not hugry for... food." He rasped softly, in a shyly offered but unmistakable flirt in return, gaze brightening at the idea of what Haurchefant had in mind.

[suitsahero]

"You are easy to be sweet to," he teases back and then makes a low hum of approval to the gentle flirting, a soft chuckle that turns into him lifting Mikka up in his arms,

"Then let us retire. I would be honored to sate whatever appetites you might have," and then darker, the return flirt, "... and find new ones for you, besides." If Mikka for some reason did want to be put down, Haurchefant would oblige, but if not, he's carrying him off towards his own bedroom.

He does actually sleep most of the time in something resembling a coffin, more for safety than necessity. His windows are barred, the curtains over them to give the illusion that they're merely closed over the light, but generally, he prefers to sleep even more enclosed, where no stray light can get in while he's defenseless in sleep. Every vampire is a bit different and he finds that he doesn't have any compulsion to sleep at any particular point, so much as he seems to get tired at regular but slightly variable intervals, like a human might. It's just safer, really, to add barriers between him and any chance of light.

To Mikka, though, it just seems like his bed sits a little higher off the ground than most, with a larger space underneath it, with the baseboard of the bed going all the way to the ground, the bed on top of it. It's unusual in the same way the castle is a bit unusual, but there's nothing particularly sinister about it, and it means that he feels higher up on the bed, smaller, more than likely. Perhaps it's just like this because Haurchefant is so tall.

He drops him on the bed just so Mikka can feel the bounce of it, a playful sort of gleam in his eyes, and then he follows him down with kisses.

[darlingdatura]

Mikka certainly didn't want to be put down. Not when it felt so nice to be swept into Haurchefant's arms, borne like he weighed nothing to the elezen, arms sliding over his shoulders to let him nuzzle in with a soft breathy little laugh at that returned teasing from him.

"I-I cannot say I don't like the sound of that." He admitted, shyly pleased. He couldn't help but be a bit surprised that he was being taken to Haurchefant's room rather than his, but something about that just had that warmth curling in him same as every one of the more possessive sorts of gestures had from him. Unaware of why his room looked as it did, it struck the miqo'te as odd, in the same way that so many things here were, but... cozy at the same time. He didn't know why the bed was designed as it was, but was certain there was some reasonable explanation, not that he had much time to focus on that as he was gently dropped onto it with a soft chirp of surprise, face flushed as Haurchefant was distracting him even more immediately after with kisses that just had him melting.

[suitsahero]

He's as playful at the moment as he was seductive earlier, but the playfulness has a purpose-- he trails light kisses everywhere, almost ticklish, while his touch also stays teasing. The overall effect is one of a kind of light-hearted tangle of touches that's somewhere between tickling and wrestling... but Mikka will find himself effectively stripped to the waist before the end of it, clothes gone god only knew where. Off the side of the bed, somewhere.

Haurchefant has followed suit, at least, and his paleness would be more noticeable like this were it not for the low, warm light of the fire in this room. His skin is still cool, though it's likely just more delightful that way in the warmth of passion. Certainly, nothing else about him seem cold in the slightest, the way he pulls Mikka close, can't seem to take either his hands or his mouth off of him for very long.

[darlingdatura]

The playfulness helps. It makes what was happening much less intimidating, makes it easier for Mikka to relax, to respond in kind with soft, breathless little laughs at those near-ticklish touches and kisses. Certainly not resisting the way Haurchefant is peeling clothing from him, his own touches a bit more shyly given but there's still excitement in the flush of his cheeks and the tremor of fingers against cool skin under fabric.

When that pale skin was bared to him, Mikka couldn't help but pause, positively enchanted by his companion, the glimmer of firelight off the lean lines of him, the cool edge to his touch quite an enjoyable thing in the fire-warmed room. And it wasn't like Haurchefant wasn't warm in all the other ways that were important here, the little miqo'te letting himself be drawn in without hesitation, the elezen's name soft on his lips in response to the way hands and mouth were moving.