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hey! don't act so surprised.
i like listening to you talk about the things you like.
i like listening to you talk about the things you like.
A low chuckle escapes Zoro's lips as G'raha curses, the words muffled against his skin. "Wicked White" is such a foreign curse to Zoro, and so uniquely G'raha that a fresh wave of fondness washes over him, mixing with the raw lust. The desperate fist in his hair, the wet heat of G'raha's mouth on his neck... this is exactly what he wants. He tilts his head to give G'raha better access, a pleased smirk on his face as he feels the sharp pull of a love bite forming. A mark. Good. The possessive beast inside him preens, and Zoro answers the claiming bite with a powerful thrust, driving himself deeper, enjoying the way G'raha bounces helplessly on his lap.
The feeling of being buried inside G'raha is intoxicating. He's so tight, so hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet glove with every move. When G'raha gasps "don't stop," a guttural growl is Zoro's only answer. He has no intention of stopping, not until G'raha is a wrecked, sobbing mess. Then the smaller man's body clenches around him, an involuntary spasm of pure pleasure, and it steals the air from Zoro's lungs. A ragged moan is torn from his own throat, and he presses his face into G'raha's shoulder, riding out the incredible wave of sensation. For a moment, his world narrows to just that feeling: G'raha's tight heat milking him, threatening his own control.
He pulls back just enough to catch his breath. Whether it's something the resort has done, or a side-effect of his attraction to G'raha, Zoro doesn't soften after his first release. He fills his lover up, groaning against his skin, then it isn't long until his hips resume their relentless rhythm.
He can feel the frantic pulse of G'raha's cock against the onahole in his hand, slick with pre-cum. "You're so beautiful like this," Zoro croons, his voice thick and strained. "Tell me how it feels." He wants to hear filthy words between G'raha's moans, and he picks up the pace with his hand, matching the frantic stroking to his deep thrusts, creating a dizzying dual assault. He watches the cords in G'raha's neck stand out, hears his breathy whimpers turn into high, keening cries. He's pushing him right to the edge, and he has every intention of watching him fall.
The feeling of being buried inside G'raha is intoxicating. He's so tight, so hot and wet, gripping him like a velvet glove with every move. When G'raha gasps "don't stop," a guttural growl is Zoro's only answer. He has no intention of stopping, not until G'raha is a wrecked, sobbing mess. Then the smaller man's body clenches around him, an involuntary spasm of pure pleasure, and it steals the air from Zoro's lungs. A ragged moan is torn from his own throat, and he presses his face into G'raha's shoulder, riding out the incredible wave of sensation. For a moment, his world narrows to just that feeling: G'raha's tight heat milking him, threatening his own control.
He pulls back just enough to catch his breath. Whether it's something the resort has done, or a side-effect of his attraction to G'raha, Zoro doesn't soften after his first release. He fills his lover up, groaning against his skin, then it isn't long until his hips resume their relentless rhythm.
He can feel the frantic pulse of G'raha's cock against the onahole in his hand, slick with pre-cum. "You're so beautiful like this," Zoro croons, his voice thick and strained. "Tell me how it feels." He wants to hear filthy words between G'raha's moans, and he picks up the pace with his hand, matching the frantic stroking to his deep thrusts, creating a dizzying dual assault. He watches the cords in G'raha's neck stand out, hears his breathy whimpers turn into high, keening cries. He's pushing him right to the edge, and he has every intention of watching him fall.
For all that she is purposefully sitting at the bar and prepared for the polite conversation and negotiation that may arise, she is mildly surprised to turn her face sideways and see a friendly but unfamiliar face framed by beautiful hair and crowned by a pair of feline ears. The first event she was here for made her sprout bunny ears and a tail and gave others she knows similar feline ears that she was, to her embarrassment, quite taken with, but no such announcements were made and she has to assume this is all natural. She has met a few people here who are not human -- and knows a few at home -- but they simply aren't as common. Her lavender eyes, accentuated by the linen wrap she wears, are assessing but not unfriendly.
"I would like that. Thank you."
Though modest by resort standards, the neckline of the wrap reveals her suit mark -- a red blossom with a playing card diamond, currently barely darker than her flesh, in its core -- and its short sleeves mean it isn't difficult to spot pale incision scars, too neat to be mistaken for self-inflicted or wounds from the chaos of battle, on the insides of her arms. The braided crown of her pale hair is neat and smooth, her posture proud; if she looks a bit like slumming royalty, well, she is.
A chalkboard behind the bar lists a few specials with descriptive buzzwords and she asks the bartender before them for a Sex on the Beach. As businesslike as she is about it, she doesn't quite manage to say it without a faint hint of pink in her cheeks. Nevertheless she turns back to her new acquaintance with a small smile.
"My name is Edelgard. You look as though you have truly taken to our cruise adventure." She gives a slight nod to the card in his hand. "You are playing bingo as well?"
"I would like that. Thank you."
Though modest by resort standards, the neckline of the wrap reveals her suit mark -- a red blossom with a playing card diamond, currently barely darker than her flesh, in its core -- and its short sleeves mean it isn't difficult to spot pale incision scars, too neat to be mistaken for self-inflicted or wounds from the chaos of battle, on the insides of her arms. The braided crown of her pale hair is neat and smooth, her posture proud; if she looks a bit like slumming royalty, well, she is.
A chalkboard behind the bar lists a few specials with descriptive buzzwords and she asks the bartender before them for a Sex on the Beach. As businesslike as she is about it, she doesn't quite manage to say it without a faint hint of pink in her cheeks. Nevertheless she turns back to her new acquaintance with a small smile.
"My name is Edelgard. You look as though you have truly taken to our cruise adventure." She gives a slight nod to the card in his hand. "You are playing bingo as well?"
very cute. i'm going to bite you.
not gonna be bored.
not gonna be bored.
G'raha smiles brightly at that, motioning to the bartender to add her drink to his tab, his eyes curving with the intensity of his expression. He he has a handful of faded scars, himself, but nothing that makes as much a statement as her thin, neat lines-- curious, but certainly not something he's comfortable asking after upon first meeting.
He has some experience with heads of state and royalty, and once led a city, himself; her manner of bearing brings to mind the Elder Seedseer in short order. His ears twitch up at her introduction, and he laughs gently, warmly.
"A pleasure, lady Edelgard. G'raha Tia, at your service." He gives as polite a bow as he can while seated. "Even this is an adventure, and I do so enjoy adventure...! I am playing bingo, aye. Do you need help with any of yours?" he offers, taking a minute sip from his drink.
He has some experience with heads of state and royalty, and once led a city, himself; her manner of bearing brings to mind the Elder Seedseer in short order. His ears twitch up at her introduction, and he laughs gently, warmly.
"A pleasure, lady Edelgard. G'raha Tia, at your service." He gives as polite a bow as he can while seated. "Even this is an adventure, and I do so enjoy adventure...! I am playing bingo, aye. Do you need help with any of yours?" he offers, taking a minute sip from his drink.
"G'raha Tia," she repeats with a smile. "I am pleased to meet you."
He has a pleasant laugh, she thinks, and an equally pleasant manner; she only looks away when her drink is placed on the bar before her and she pauses to give it a quick but thoughtful taste test.
"That is a kind offer." And, in truth, perhaps not one she expected to arrive at quite so quickly and easily but she is here hoping to find a bit of friendly negotiation. "Shall we compare cards? We can see if anything conveniently aligns and make an exchange of it, if you like."
She turns to face him fully as though they are about to have a discussion of something far more reasonable than kink bingo in a magical sex prison currently shaped like a giant ship and uses her watch to pull up the digital version of her own card. "My top row or leftmost column are arguably the friendliest for new acquaintances." She angles it toward him for the sake of transparency but the display's a bit small so she reads the squares in question aloud: "Kissing, fingering, oral sex, begging, and scratching."
To her credit, this time she doesn't blush. The most questionable among those is begging, she thinks; it doesn't come naturally to her at all, although she supposes how convincing the begging is may not matter. Regardless, the others all seem so simple that she feels no need to ask it of him.
He has a pleasant laugh, she thinks, and an equally pleasant manner; she only looks away when her drink is placed on the bar before her and she pauses to give it a quick but thoughtful taste test.
"That is a kind offer." And, in truth, perhaps not one she expected to arrive at quite so quickly and easily but she is here hoping to find a bit of friendly negotiation. "Shall we compare cards? We can see if anything conveniently aligns and make an exchange of it, if you like."
She turns to face him fully as though they are about to have a discussion of something far more reasonable than kink bingo in a magical sex prison currently shaped like a giant ship and uses her watch to pull up the digital version of her own card. "My top row or leftmost column are arguably the friendliest for new acquaintances." She angles it toward him for the sake of transparency but the display's a bit small so she reads the squares in question aloud: "Kissing, fingering, oral sex, begging, and scratching."
To her credit, this time she doesn't blush. The most questionable among those is begging, she thinks; it doesn't come naturally to her at all, although she supposes how convincing the begging is may not matter. Regardless, the others all seem so simple that she feels no need to ask it of him.
G'raha still has a lot to learn about his Watch, he thinks as he marvels at the digital readout of her card, eyes widening slightly in wonder, his own card momentarily forgotten about in his grasp. "However did you manage that?" he finds himself asking, only to flush slightly and bow his head. "My apologies, I... have ever had an interest in technology, and what is used here is leagues different than what I am aware of back home."
He's learned over the course of his long years to never count anything out, at least. It could very well exist somewhere, perhaps in another reflection? And there's still so much left to learn about ancient Allagan technology...
Sufficiently cowed, he gently clears his throat. "I believe the ones I have remaining her nipple play and dirty talk, neither of which I have experience with... but I do quite enjoy learning!"
He's learned over the course of his long years to never count anything out, at least. It could very well exist somewhere, perhaps in another reflection? And there's still so much left to learn about ancient Allagan technology...
Sufficiently cowed, he gently clears his throat. "I believe the ones I have remaining her nipple play and dirty talk, neither of which I have experience with... but I do quite enjoy learning!"
She smiles immediately, completely understanding, and leans just a bit closer, exiting the digital card and pointing out where he can probably find his own in the app section of his menu. "I have been here longer than I ever imagined but I am also not from a world that, to the very best of my knowledge, has anything comparable to these bands around our wrists. This is not how I would have preferred to be introduced to this technology but I have to admit it can be convenient."
At times like this, for example.
Her smile grows a bit wider. "I also enjoy learning and I can help with both of those. I may not be the most explicit--" She is often prone to blushing over the cruder things her partners say but she does tend to be blunt in her desires, not one to use needlessly flowery terms. That counts for something, she is sure. "--but I'm certain we can manage dirty talk despite that. Perhaps kissing and fingering or oral sex would be the suitable complement from my own, if you are willing."
Nipple play in theory is nothing new but she doesn't feel like she has really addressed it as a particular kink before. It would probably be just fine to give them extra attention but she has an idea that could make it feel more emphasized for bingo purposes.
"Have you ever played with ice before, G'raha?"
At times like this, for example.
Her smile grows a bit wider. "I also enjoy learning and I can help with both of those. I may not be the most explicit--" She is often prone to blushing over the cruder things her partners say but she does tend to be blunt in her desires, not one to use needlessly flowery terms. That counts for something, she is sure. "--but I'm certain we can manage dirty talk despite that. Perhaps kissing and fingering or oral sex would be the suitable complement from my own, if you are willing."
Nipple play in theory is nothing new but she doesn't feel like she has really addressed it as a particular kink before. It would probably be just fine to give them extra attention but she has an idea that could make it feel more emphasized for bingo purposes.
"Have you ever played with ice before, G'raha?"
He murmurs his thanks after her demonstration, filing that information away for later, then hums out a laugh and a nod of agreement at the note of the technology being convenient, if nothing else.
"I would be willing to do all three of those, yes," he says, his cheeks only slightly flushed this time. Perhaps in the future he won't get flustered just thinking about varying levels of intimacy with another, but it isn't as though he had much practice prior to his arrival.
"Ice? I cannot say that I have," he admits, his ears perked in curiosity as he studies her. She truly is striking, attractice in a way that he would pen ballads about, were they in Eorzea (and he had the time to go back to his bardic roots).
"I would be willing to do all three of those, yes," he says, his cheeks only slightly flushed this time. Perhaps in the future he won't get flustered just thinking about varying levels of intimacy with another, but it isn't as though he had much practice prior to his arrival.
"Ice? I cannot say that I have," he admits, his ears perked in curiosity as he studies her. She truly is striking, attractice in a way that he would pen ballads about, were they in Eorzea (and he had the time to go back to his bardic roots).
G'raha whimpers, a ragged sound when he feels Zoro find release, but his own body still isn't done-- he knows from prior experience with his partner that continuing to move once his partner has cum tends toward oversensitivity. Usually. He can't help the way he grinds down, rocks his hips, not with the onahole still a tight, heavy weight on his cock.
But Zoro is somehow still hard, and picks back up where he left off in short order.
"Oh, gods," is all he manages at first, his eyes rolling back, spine arching tightly. "Y-you feel... so good in me, always--" He swallows thickly, still teetering on the brink for a moment longer-- until Zoro's angle is just right and the onahole catches slightly around his tip. He all but sobs through his orgasm, fully overwhelmed by it, weakly clinging to his lover's arms while the toy on his length just serves to keep the mess of his spend localized.
But Zoro is somehow still hard, and picks back up where he left off in short order.
"Oh, gods," is all he manages at first, his eyes rolling back, spine arching tightly. "Y-you feel... so good in me, always--" He swallows thickly, still teetering on the brink for a moment longer-- until Zoro's angle is just right and the onahole catches slightly around his tip. He all but sobs through his orgasm, fully overwhelmed by it, weakly clinging to his lover's arms while the toy on his length just serves to keep the mess of his spend localized.
unspoken truths
the glass mind
Logic has ever been a fast friend of one G'raha Tia, but there is also something to be said for trusting one's intuition. Side by side and step in step with Barret, they've made their way through the Mind Palace together, and found themselves in a location that calls itself the Dreamwell. The public dream journal doesn't seem like the right cup of tea for either of them, and thus they press on, until they find an illuminated inkblot.
"Ah, the oracle," he remarks, taking a halting step forward, his ears pinching back ever so slightly as he focuses on the shape. "Is that..." He cants his head to one side, humming briefly. "A parent and child?" The instant he speaks the words aloud, he gasps, his mind flung back in time to his years on the First, when he originally took in a Viis child after her parents' tragic, sudden passing.
"Gods," he hisses, bringing one hand up to hold the side of his head. "I try not to think about that..."
sometimes i miss it.
mm... still out of sorts.
mm... still out of sorts.
mm... that's the goal, yeah. to get back home.
talking to you helps.
the other stuff does, too.
talking to you helps.
the other stuff does, too.
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