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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[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..."

[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.

[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.

[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-"

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[suitsahero]

"Good," he encourages, not aware there would be any shame in the relief in the sound, "Let me hear you. I want to know without any doubts what you like," there's a soft chuckle as he starts to set a slow, even pace-- a drag out, a slow, rolling push of his hips in-- "Not that your body is leaving any doubts, but I'm greedy. I'd have your voice, too."

He plants a slow line of kisses along Mikka's shoulder, his height making the reach easy enough and rubs his thumbs in circles against the muscles of his back where he has him gripped into place, working out the very same tension he's probably putting into them.

[darlingdatura]

Luckily it wasn't anything serious. A faint sort of thing, easily banished as it was by the warmth he felt at the encouragement, at the pleasure in hearing that chuckle. Body shuddering at the way it felt, that almost decadently slow sort of pace that left him feeling almost despondently empty before the press in that had his thighs twitching, breaths coming in ragged pants as he was filled again.

"F-feels so good-" He crooned, loving the feeling of Haurchefant's lips against his shoulder, the gentle press of thumbs into muscle. "H-having you inside me like this~"

[suitsahero]

"You feel good too," he nuzzles against the back of Mikka's neck, "Next time, I want to be able to watch you..." this was easier though and a little less inherently vulnerable for Mikka, even if the way he was shaking completely apart anyway maybe made that a moot point, but Haurchefant does miss being able to watch him making whatever faces he's making, wishes he could kiss him properly.

Still, this position has other advantages as well, not the least of which being that it's very easy for Mikka to set a pace if he wants to, just by pushing backwards. Haurchefant encourages that next, releasing his grip just a bit and letting Mikka figure that out a bit.

He's not going to let him do it for long, mostly because he's just not going to last much longer, but he wants to see what Mikka does with the ability to meet his slower, rolling thrusts, the ability to ask for something faster or deeper with his instincts.

[darlingdatura]

"W-watch me?" He manages, tellingly enough not even questioning the idea of a 'next time' at this point. Not when it felt so wonderful, both from the physical pleasure as well as that praise and affection that the little miqo'te always craved.

It took a moment for him to realize the shift in grasp gave him more freedom- it changed the sensation of how it felt to take those rolling thrusts all on it's own, enough to distract Mikka a moment or two before he seemed to on some level figure it out, a shuddering little moan slipping from him as he experimentally rocked back into Haurchefant's movements, to encourage his lover to sink as deeply into him as he could manage it would seem, body quivering as he did.

[suitsahero]

Haurchefant hums low in pleasure and confirmation,

"I'd wager you're even more beautiful while you're being taken to the heights of pleasure. To be able to watch you give into that while I took you... Well. It will have to wait, but I will take delight in the thought all the same."

He's capable of that level of coherence, but the end of it he has to get out in soft pants, interspersed with his own moans as Mikka finds a pace where he's working with him and each thrust brings him what cannot be but feels deeper with every thrust. While it's true that he does want Mikka to have this the way he wants it, truthfully, it also is so much hotter for him, to feel how desperately Mikka wants him, to feel him rocking back against him because he can't get enough. It has his moans changing pitch slightly as they find a pace together.

[darlingdatura]

"W-we'll have to try it then-" Mikka replied, losing coherence himself more quickly than Haurchefant did with the delight of what they were doing, of how much it seemed his lover was also enjoying this. He could guess that a fast pace would feel good too, but there was something about the way this felt, that slow sort of rolling draw out only to have Haurchefant sinking so deeply into him in a way that had him keenly aware of every inch of the man's cock, like he'd remember the feeling of it inside him for hours after in a way that seemed almost decadent. Shuddering, back arching as he rocked back against the elezen, blindly reaching for one of his hands to draw around him to where his own cock was achingly hard.

"P-please Haurchefant- touch me~"

[suitsahero]

"You ask so prettily, how could I refuse?" his fingers curl around him in a loose grip right at first though, more a further tease than a relief, "I'm not going to last much longer," he warns, "not with you reacting like this." Warning given, he firms up his grip.

For a short span of moments, he lets Mikka keep control, wants to enjoy the feel of him not sure whether he wants to fuck forward into his hand or push back on his cock. But he's been very, very riled up for a stunningly long time now and Mikka's reactions aren't helping any, certainly. It's not long before he grips into Mikka's hip with the hand not wrapped around him and starts to take the pace a little faster, snapping his hips now more than rolling them.

[darlingdatura]

Haurchefant's expectation is absolutely correct- Mikka realizes quickly that if he's pushing back for the feel of that stretch of his lover's cock, he's losing the feel of the hand on his own, and vice versa. A soft whimper of need accompanying the way he stutters somewhat, trying to sort which way to move, which sensation to move into more.

It's almost a relief when that grip tightens on his hip, a delighted yelp slipping from him at the way it feels when Haurchefant thrusts into him at that faster pace, his own cock throbbing as he trembles under him, breaths coming in needy little gasps.