suitsahero | Halloween

((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

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.

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suitsahero

When he catches Mikka looking, he pauses slightly, poses with not a hint of shame to be found,

"Like what you see?" it's a joke, but it's curiously not wholly teasing, clear that he likes showing off. And if it wasn't already clear, the way he drops his hand to the fastenings of his own pants certainly makes it more so, deft fingers peeling back the cloth with all the teasing his tone didn't have. "You could just watch, if that was what you wanted," he offers, "but only if you promise you'd enjoy the show."

His vampiric instincts are screaming more take than give at him, but he's still Haurchefant and the thought of being watched is enough to keep them at bay, if needed.

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darlingdatura

Mikka couldn't help the bright flush of color to his face at being called on looking, on the absolutely shameless way Haurchefant poses like that.

"I... I do, yes..." He managed after a moment in a shy, trembling tone, clear interest in his gaze as he was watching the elezen undoing his pants, ears perked with much the same as a soft sigh slipped from him.

"I... would certainly enjoy watching you," He admitted sheepishly. "But I don't know that watching is all I want to do here."

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suitsahero

"So forward!" he teases back, and perhaps under other circumstances it would seem like he was poking fun at Mikka, but he says it as his wrapping his fingers around his own cock, stroking once in a way that's deliberately showy, as the finale to opening the front of his pants. He's riled up enough that the motion is perhaps even more lewd than he intended it to be, the way his mouth drops open on a sharp gasp of pleasure, eyes closing for a moment and his hips pushing up into his own hand as though seeking more from a lover, involuntary.

He doesn't get distracted too much by it, though, there's a prize to be worked towards, here, and while he has the patience of an immortal, it's also been so long and Mikka is so delightful, that he cannot help but want to move things along so long as Mikka is right there with him.

He wriggles out of his own pants first, lets Mikka get used to the thought of seeing him completely naked before he even thinks about getting Mikka that way, clambers up to the bedside table for the oil he knows is there. It's been a long time since he's taken someone to his bed, but he still finds the pursuit of pleasure alone an occasionally worthwhile one,

"Do you know how this works? Mechanically, I mean," it's a practical question, but Haurchefant purrs it out into it's own bit of seduction.

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darlingdatura

"Says you, who are more forward than I could ever hope to be!" Mikka squeaked in a shakily amused tone. And indeed, he does find himself quite entranced by watching Haurchefant, the way he almost startles himself with that same pleasure the miqo'te remembers from before, a thing that has that honey-sweet arousal coiling in him in sympathy to the clear pleasure that the other was enjoying from that touch.

"M-mechanically?" He can't help the faint quiver to his tone, gaze fixed on the other, admiring the lean lines of his body as Haurchefant was rummaging in the bedside table. "Y-yes, I do."

Thankfully- he would be even more embarrassed if he didn't even have that little bit of understanding of what was to come.

From:

suitsahero

"Hmm, I don't know about that. I'll bet you can be plenty forward, for the right incentive," he purrs it out extra filthy, but he's not really giving Mikka much time to blush over that before he's dragging him up towards the pillows and into a kiss that starts every bit as dirty as his words, but mellows, surprisingly, into something tender, the longer they kiss. It's a little spoiled by Haurchefant stripping Mikka of his pants in the process, both in tone and because he has to struggle around a bit to do so, but that mostly just highlights how sweet it is, a little fumbling.

"Here," his tone is every bit as warm as he gets Mikka arranged on his knees and stomach in the pile of pillows, "It probably doesn't feel like it, but it's a lot easier like this," he stretches out alongside him, arms more than long enough to reach with their height difference and still let him catch Mikka's mouth for long, slow kisses.

"Once you see how this actually works, I'll let you try next time, if you'd like," Haurchefant enjoys sex in all it's forms, but he'd offer even if he didn't, if only to help soothe Mikka through it.

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darlingdatura

Whatever response he would have won with that positively filthy tone was lost in the raspy little moan that was startled from the little keeper by the kiss that followed. Overwhelming him just a bit, but then it was a good thing in this case, gave him something to focus on other than the idea of being naked once Haurchefant had done away with his pants. Something about it was a bit soothing in that slight fumble of it, the sweet edge letting him feel not quite as out of his league.

He was blushing intensely when the other was helping to arrange him, tail flicking against the backs of his thighs as he settled into the pillows like Haurchefant was urging him, nodding in uncertain understanding at the idea. It was odd, but he would trust the other to know how this worked, how to make it as comfortable and enjoyable as he could. And really those gentle kisses to follow went miles to helping relax him, the miqo'te just purring softly for them, keenly aware of the elezen settled so near him.

"I- I think I'd like that."

From:

suitsahero

"I'd like it too," he quips back, more deliberately sexy. He mostly is concentrating now on getting some oil on his fingers, though. He doesn't waste any time in touching Mikka to start with, nor really gives any warning, knows it's going to be startling no matter what he does, but he keeps the touch firm and broad, getting him used to having someone touch him there first. He knows from experience that a warm, circling touch around the rim of his asshole is going to feel pretty good no matter what, and it's a good way to judge how sensitive or tense Mikka is.

"I think I'd like everything with you," he adds, pressing some warm kisses against Mikka's shoulder, and the sentiment is laying it on a bit thick, perhaps, but he's perfectly serious. There's just something so delightful about the smaller man, a combination of a number of qualities, all of which were fairly rare for him to find even one of in a lover, much less so many.

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darlingdatura

Mikka has a notion of what to expect. Knows the basics of how this works, knows the idealistic notion of it from trashy novels that he knows are more prose than sense. But that doesn't stop the way he twitches at the first feel of Haurchefant's fingers tracing against such a sensitive spot like that. Not any more tense than one might expect from a virgin, a tremor running through him at the pleasure that the other was already teasing up, a soft, breathy little laugh slipping from him at the sentimental little comment.

"F-flattering me..." Not that he minded, oh no he positively basked in that addition, the idea that Haurchefant liked him so very much.

From:

suitsahero

He chuckles warmly to that,

"Not so! I speak only the truth," he leans in and doesn't trust his teeth at the moment, but leaves a little mark on Mikka's neck with a light bit of suction instead, the sensation a distraction from him testing out pushing inside of him, not even quite to the first knuckle. Partially, there's a desire to not be overwhelming but, if he's honest, it's a bit more about getting Mikka just a little unsatisfied, seeing if he can find a pace for all of this that's actually a little too slow, to see Mikka push for more.

He doubts that will be right away, of course, but he does so enjoy getting his partners riled to the point that they're begging or over-eager. He's not entirely sure he can wait that long, if nothing else, but he's going to try.

"Besides..." he adds, with a warm nuzzle into an ear, "what need would I have for flattery, when I already have you in my bed?" his tone is warm and dark, the perfect amount of "threat" without any real teeth behind it.

From:

darlingdatura

"T-the truth can still flatter-" Mikka managed, before that combination of sensations, of the way Haurchefant marked his throat, the initial stretch around his oiled finger just earned a raspy little croon from the miqo'te. From the way hips squirmed slightly against the sensation, the way that tight ring of muscle tensed around the intrusion, it might not be too terribly difficult to get him in that needy state that he was aiming for. Not new as he was to such pleasures.

"A-and besides-" Gasped more than said, pale cheeks flushed. "I already know you flatter like I might breathe, regardless of my being in your bed or no." A gentle sort of tease, not a thing that the miqo'te minded in the least.

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suitsahero

"Ah, barely a day in my company and you already have my measure. But I would never hold back the truth from a lover-- not for propriety, certainly, or some mistaken notion of withholding ones thoughts or feelings for some strange reason, though I hear that is a thing people do. It is impossible to know everything about someone in an evening, even a handful of them, but I see no reason to not give all of myself to someone, even if that includes the knowledge of how lovely they are, and how very pleased I am to have captured their attention, even but for a moment."

It's a lovely speech, humble and open and kind, and he gives it without a hint of irony while he works his finger deeper into Mikka, will add a second if it seems like Mikka can handle it, though he'll probably linger at this step longer, doesn't want to push too hard too fast, but also is aware of his own waning patience, how delightful Mikka's little croons and wiggles were.

From:

darlingdatura

Lovely indeed, and the sweet words honestly given had the little miqo'te blushing bright even without the added sensation of that finger being gently pushed deeper in a way that had a full-body quiver going through him, a thing Haurchefant surely wouldn't miss. Nor would he miss the tilt of hips into the sensation, a clear invitation for the man to continue on.

"H-how could you not have caught my attention?" Mikka managed after a moment, voice hitched and breathless. "As c-charming and handsome as you are-"

From:

suitsahero

"Now who is the flatterer?" he says with a soft chuckle, spreading his fingers wide, trying to work him relaxed and open as quickly as possible without a single bit of pain. He knows it's going to be overwhelming, knows there's little he can do to alleviate that, but he wants it to be only in the best possible ways.

And, secretly, perhaps he also wants to ruin him for any other lovers with this, pamper and tease him until he's near out of his mind with pleasure. There's something so very enjoyable about getting a lover to the point where they are utterly out of their mind. If, that is, he can manage to wait, himself, that long. If it seems like he's starting to edge less towards prep and more towards fucking Mikka with his fingers, well, he can hardly be blamed, he thinks, the way Mikka's tilting his hips and all but purring for him.

Even so, he continues to distract him a bit from any discomfort with the banter between them, or with taking little sampling tastes of his skin,

"Still, I am glad that I did. Glad that you're here. Glad that you've decided to indulge me in allowing me to show you my hospitality," he pushes his fingers deep when he says that, searching on the way back out to see if he can hit the right spot to really show said "hospitality".

From:

darlingdatura

At that new sensation, the stretch of those fingers, the chuckle that the little miqo'te started with stuttered off immediately to a surprised whimper, a thing quite a bit more needy than he might've thought himself capable of, a full-body tremor coursing through him at the new sort of pleasure, strange and yes, something that could so easily tip towards pain except that Haurchefant was being so very careful with him.

Well on his way to ruining Mikka for anyone else, for all he didn't realize that goal, basking as he was in the new sort of pleasure of those fingers working inside of him, hips squirming into the sensation as breaths were coming in soft rasps of noise.

If he'd anything to say about Haurchefant's comment, it was lost utterly when the man's fingers sank deep, inner walls tensing around them in response, even before they dragged over the spot he was searching for. Mikka hadn't been expecting it, hadn't been expecting the sudden white-hot flash of sensation that had him crying out in surprised delight, tail hiking in an almost startled manner, fur frizzing in response to the sensation that had arousal, hot and sudden sparking through him, making his thighs quake.

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suitsahero

"You like that?" he teases softly in response to that reaction, not so much doubting for a moment that of course Mikka liked it, but wanting to see if he could draw an answer out of him. And he does it again as he asks, because of course he does.

He adds another finger shortly after, humming his pleasure about all of Mikka's little reactions as he does,

"You're so beautiful like this, so responsive," he drops his mouth to Mikka's ear for that, breathes the word like a seduction of it's own, "Another night I could this forever..."

From:

darlingdatura

"Yes," More a mewl than anything, especially with Haurchefant doing it again, making the little keeper's voice shake as he squirmed into the sensation, fingers tightening against the pillows. "So g-good-"

He quite liked that. And the feel of that finger being pressed in after, lips parting on a ragged gasp as his hips rocked against that sensation, the newness of being stretched in such a manner. Ears pricking at the honeyed tone Haurchefant was taking in his soft praise, quivering at the warmth of the words as he positively ate that praise and approval up.

From:

suitsahero

He does make at least a little good on the "threat" to keep going, can't quite make himself hurry on from this with how good Mikka looks and sounds. He loves having lovers who really get into it and it's clear that's precisely what's happening here, Mikka seeming almost unable to control himself under the onslaught.

It's not quite enough to be cruel, but it's certainly enough that Mikka's probably about to start thinking about protesting before Haurchefant is shifting a bit more up behind him,

"Ready, my darling?" from anyone else, the endearment in a situation like this might sound trite or silly, but he purrs it out so naturally, with that same heated, possessive undercurrent.

From:

darlingdatura

With as little experience as he had, it was so very easy for Mikka to lose himself in the pleasure of what Haurchefant was doing. Arching into the feel of the fingers moving inside of him, breaths coming in soft little gasps and noises of enjoyment, though Haurchefant would likely pick up on the thread of need that started to underlie those little noises, for all the miqo'te wasn't entirely aware of it.

"Yes~" Crooned out in reply, that possessive tone to the endearment like a drug to Mikka, already keenly aware of the man's movements. "H-Haurchefant, please-"

From:

suitsahero

"You even sound lovely," he murmurs back, "I don't know if I could wait that much longer..." but he doesn't have to and so he doesn't, slides his fingers out with a deliberately slow drag.

There's no remedy for leaving Mikka a bit empty in the intervening moments, but he's back as soon as he slicks his cock, pressing in steady and slow, in short intervals, getting him used to each one before moving to the next, though unless Mikka seems to be hurt or asks to stop, he won't pause fully at any point, something that Mikka may learn later betrays some measure of his impatience, for all that he's tried to make this as good as possible.

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darlingdatura

Mikka finds quite immediately what the sensation of feeling empty was. Long enough to decide that he doesn't like it, but then he doesn't have long enough to protest when he feels that slow, heated press back in. It's a relief in his current mood, and a little overwhelming, the miqo'te shuddering as he was being so slowly but inexorably stretched around Haurchefant's cock.

Definitely a different feeling than the earlier press of fingers, a full-body tremble going through him as he processed it. And there was no protest coming, no want to stop, not when it felt so good, a throaty moan slipping from him to illustrate that opinion well enough, tail frizzed and twitching in response to the sensation.

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suitsahero

"Good... You're doing so well..." the praise is more for the sound of it, low and soothing, in Mikka's ears, but he is also genuinely pleased at how well he seems to be doing. "Like you were made for this... me..." it's more delighted than in any way derogatory-- particularly considering he's said himself it's a role he also enjoys, but the edge is still there.

"It will feel even better in a short while, I promise," he pets his hand down Mikka's side, soothing the little trembles, even as he pushes deeper, causes more of them, until he's as deep as he'll go, just pauses there for a moment for Mikka to get used to it, as well as to make sure he's got a full handle on himself. It's been some time and he certainly doesn't want this to be over too soon.

From:

darlingdatura

Gods but he couldn't seem to get enough of that praise in those honeyed sweet tones, all warmth and approval wrapped soft and comfortable around that undercurrent of edge a thing new to the miqo'te but that he was finding he enjoyed all the same.

Arching against the stroke of Haurchefant's hand with a soft whimper for how it made the sensation of the cock inside of him shift, especially as deep as the man had gone, quite unaware of the fact that he'd started purring by the time the elezen had hilted himself. It was on the brink of almost too much for a moment, but then there was that pause, that moment where it allowed him to acclimate, to start to relax ever so slightly around the man's cock, a soft gasp slipping from him as he squirmed back against it as if encouraging Haurchefant on.

From:

suitsahero

He chuckles to that little squirm, low and delighted,

"Minx," he chides softly still on the breath of the laugh-- there's clearly only the good kind of heat behind it, "You're terrible for my control. Do you have any idea," he adds, gripping his hands on Mikka's hips to hold them steady while he pulls out slowly, a little over halfway and then rolls his hips a bit on the way back in, a little bit of a stretch still, still getting him used to it, "how good you feel?"

He's quicker for the next one, but still keeps things slow, keeping the grip on Mikka's hips to help control the pace for the moment, for all he enjoys how much Mikka's writhing about.

From:

darlingdatura

The feel of the hands on him, that steadying, controlling grasp just short-circuited any thoughts the miqo'te might have momentarily, especially when Haurchefant started to move. It made the pillows make immediate sense with how the slow drag of the man's cock just had his arms shaking, inner walls tensing around the draw back as if to protest losing that lovely feeling of being full of his lover like he was.

If he was feeling a bit more rational, the relief that slipped into the soft moan on the easy sort of thrust back into him would have had him sheepish, but as distracted as he was by Haurchefant's gentle chiding and teasing, and the roll of hips that just had that pleasure stoking to an even higher flame were quite handily distracting him from such silly things as that.