Chuuya “Small Crisis” Nakahara (
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[Open] April Catch-All
Who: Chuuya Nakahara (
thetaintedsorrow) & you!
What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens
I. Bird is the Word
[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.
He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.
Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]
Looks like he likes you.
II. Shots, Shots, Shots
[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.
Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.
Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]
You here for booze or company?
III. Among the Stars
[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.
He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]
How’s it going?
IV. Wildcard!
[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at
arcanestardust!]
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What: Event aftermath and various shenanigans
When: April
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None yet, but NSFW will be marked if it happens
I. Bird is the Word
[To all those familiar with Chuuya, the news of the mystery egg he’d magically acquired finally hatching isn’t surprising, nor is the news that it’s a bird. However, what they may not know is that Apollo (a name carefully chosen for his precious child) has grown into something quite flashy in the past month. A royal flycatcher, to be precise, with beautiful plumage to rival any peacock. It’s quite fitting that Apollo is tiny and beautiful, considering who his mother is, but don’t tell Chuuya that.
He’s quite an energetic little thing, and Chuuya can be found out and about in town with the little guy perched on top of his hat, or in the mansion with Apollo perched on his shoulder.
Should anyone get close (within five feet) of Chuuya, they’ll find themselves with a faceful of feathers and an earful of chirps as Apollo checks them out, up close and personal. Of course Chuuya is amused.]
Looks like he likes you.
II. Shots, Shots, Shots
[Chuuya can also be found, sans Apollo, in one of the multitude of bars located around town. He’s currently nursing a glass of fireball whiskey, but anyone who approaches him for either company or simply to harass him will be abruptly challenged to a drinking contest. God bless your soul if you take him up on it.
Should they decline he’ll simply shrug and continue sipping at the amber liquid in his glass.
Either way, they’ll receive this greeting: ]
You here for booze or company?
III. Among the Stars
[Lastly, Chuuya will make a trip to Thesa Station to see all the newly awakened refugees. He can be found checking out the stasis pods, hanging around in one of the lounge areas, or simply indulging in a glass of wine at the mess hall.
He’ll have Apollo on his shoulder, but don’t be afraid. He won’t peck your eyes out. Chuuya may very well try it though, if you see fit to call him tiny. Otherwise he’ll be friendly enough, no matter where he’s approached on the station.]
How’s it going?
IV. Wildcard!
[Surprise me! Or plot things with me! I’m over at
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M-More, please, I want t- AH!
[He sees actual stars at that spark of pain, and while he doesn't understand why and how it happens, he comes, making a mess in his pants. On the bright side: he's so far gone, still riding that high, that he doesn't even realize what happened for the longest time.]
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And yet Chuuya isn’t angry or disappointed like one would expect. He’d guessed this was a possible outcome from the very start, so it’s not a huge shock or anything. He’s only disappointed that he couldn’t drag even more of that growly side out of Atsushi, but there’s always next time, right?
Especially now that Chuuya knows he can sprout ears and a tail.
He pulls back and gives Atsushi a minute to catch his breath before giving one of his ears another little nip.]
Need to change?
[He says while Atsushi still has a lap full of Chuu.]
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[Still feeling like he's floating in the afterglow, Atsushi leans in, all but rubbing his head against Chuuya, even if that nip to his ear was borderline painful. It just doesn't register like that anymore, and he'd welcome more of just about anything right now.
Except he's already had too much, hasn't he?
Belatedly, he opens his eyes again to look at Chuuya, trying to help his words sink in by reading his expression - but realization hits even before that, and Atsushi is mortified. It didn't even feel so bad, before, but now, he feels absolutely gross.]
T-That's... I'm sorry!
[Trying to bow with someone sitting in your lap is kind of hard, but Atsushi sure tries to. God, he needs to get clean! Maybe he can gently lift Chuuya up to get him out of his lap? He'll take the hint, right?!]
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[Chuuya isn’t going to laugh at him or anything; anyone else, yes, he’d make some kind of comment about how they couldn’t handle him, but somehow he really can’t justify saying such a thing to Atsushi.
He climbs off of Atsushi’s lap to let him up, though there’s still a very obvious tent between his legs.]
You gonna shower?
[He wouldn’t be opposed to bathing together, but he’s not gonna follow Atsushi around if he wants some time alone, even if he has yet to get off himself.]
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[Of course Atsushi wants to shower, and he's glad for the opportunity to stand up - which he does, though not as quickly as he would have liked. He can't bring himself to transform his animal parts back to human, for some reason. It's almost like that would make him feel naked, when he already feels too exposed, even with his clothes on.
More importantly, though: Chuuya hasn't come yet, and Atsushi can't help staring at the tent in his pants - which should be embarrassing, but for once he's looking at it from a purely practical point of view.]
... You haven't... yet.
[He can't bring himself to say the word, but it should be obvious what he's getting at: as much as he wants to shower, it's just not okay to leave Chuuya hanging.]
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Chuuya glances down at Atsushi’s damp pants; that can’t be comfortable...]
You can get me off in the shower.
[Which seems to be Chuuya’s final answer, because he’s already heading to the bathroom. If Atsushi decides to join him he’ll see Chuuya butt ass naked running some warm water like it’s a completely normal thing for them to do together.]
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Getting undressed a small distance away (and thoroughly embarrassed about his stained pants, now that he's getting a closer look), Atsushi belatedly transforms himself back, just because it feels like a logical part of undressing. He hovers awkwardly when he's naked, not sure where to start]
What should I...?
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When he pulls back there’s that roguish grin on his lips once more.]
I’m gonna have to teach you a few things.
[Chuuya’s brand of sex-ed is bound to be exciting, but right now he’s too goddamn horny to take it slow, and he guides Atsushi’s hand right down between his legs to brush over the hardness there.]
Just touch me.
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... Please do.
[He wants to learn. Not for himself - not in this case - but because he wants to make Chuuya feel as good as Chuuya made him feel.
There's a moment's hesitation as his hand is pressed against Chuuya's erection, but then Atsushi wraps his fingers around it as best he can, and starts stroking. It takes some courage to look up at Chuuya to gauge his reaction, but eventually, Atsushi manages.]
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It’s good, and Chuuya is enjoying it, but it’s not enough.]
Bite me.
[Literally, not in the “kiss my ass” kind of way.
But because this is Atsushi, he also adds:]
I want it to hurt.
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Atsushi is still hesitant, of course - what shy young guy wouldn't be? - but he leans in to nuzzle Chuuya's neck, still jerking him off... and then he bites. It's not all that powerful a bite just yet, but it definitely is a real bite: he's genuinely trying his best.]
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More.
[He’s so close, it won’t take much more.]
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He does his best to deliver - first with his hand, just because he's starting to get a better feel for what he's doing down there, but then with his mouth as well. If the worst should happen, he can always heal Chuuya... right?
Well, he doesn't go quite that far, of course, but it's nice to have that kind of reassurance to fall back on. Moving a little lower, tracing Chuuya's pulse with his tongue, he bites down hard.]
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Atsushi’s tongue on his neck feels incredible, but it’s the sharp bite of teeth that pushes Chuuya right over the edge.]
Fuck...!
[With a few more erratic jerks of his hips Chuuya comes hard, pain mixing with pleasure to create an absolutely intoxicating cocktail of sensation that leaves him breathless and panting as he spills over Atsushi’s hand and the tile floor.
A few seconds later he’s resting his forehead on Atsushi’s shoulder as he comes down from his high.]
Guess we should wash up.
[He’s says, unmoving.]
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...
[Atsushi doesn't really feel like moving, either, but he makes himself do it anyway. After a soft smile at Chuuya's words, he nudges his head against Chuuya's, trying to get him to back up enough for a quick kiss.]
I'll wash you.
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Chuuya reluctantly pulls back, and oh, he wasn’t really expecting a kiss. It’s nice, and he returns it in a lazy, blissful sort way. Of course Atsushi isn’t a “wham bam thank you, ma’am” kind of guy, but sweet little gestures like that still catch Chuuya off guard.]
Okay.
[Yes, he can wash himself, but why not let Atsushi pamper him just a bit longer? He’ll return the favor soon enough.]
You should transform more often.
[No, Chuuya, he probably shouldn’t, but okay.]
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... I'll take that as a compliment.
[And he really does manage to, which is the surprising thing.
Reluctantly turning away from Chuuya, he finds some soap and goes to work. Pampering Chuuya is really not so bad.]
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Chuuya lets out a satisfied sigh. It’s nice being washed, and he might just be looking forward to Atsushi running his fingers through his hair as he shampoos it.]
How about I spend the night in your room tonight, eh?
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I'd like that.
[He's going to start getting used to sleeping with people... Literally sleeping with them, anyway! But he can't seem to bring himself to mind. He had a wonderful time in the Armed Detective Agency: he'd felt accepted and appreciated. But ever since coming here, his bonds with people have definitely become closer, and perhaps more on equal grounds. That's nothing against the ADA, of course: he's just grown as a person, probably.]
Please turn around.
[So he can get to work on washing that bright hair, gently massaging Chuuya's scalp.]
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Chuuya does as asked, immediately melting as Atsushi works the shampoo into his hair. He totally deserves this kind of pampering, after all, so why not enjoy it?]
I used to keep my hair short as a teen. Kinda glad I let it grow out.
[Should he even mention Atsushi’s hair? Don’t get him wrong, it’s kind of endearing and Atsushi makes it work, but what is that haircut?]
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[His voice is a little dreamy as he massages the shampoo into Chuuya's hair. So maybe Chuuya is on the short side, but he's a physically perfect human being in every single other way!
Don't mention Atsushi's hair... Just don't. On the bright side: at least he usually keeps the long part braided, these days. (On the less bright side: that means it's probably got those funky 80s curls when he unbraids it, l-lol...)]
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[Yes, Atsushi, praise him as you wash his hair. It’s the perfect way to up your social link with Chuuya aside from supplying him with alcohol. His hair is the physical feature he’s most proud of behind his physique, after all. ]
You should braid it for me sometime.
[He’d look fabulous with a braid, obviously, and it might also help keep his hair out of the way without Chuuya having to waste energy using his ability to do so.
He kind of misses riding around on his bike and letting the wind blow through his hair, though...]
Say, besides people, what do you miss most about Yokohama?
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[His enthusiasm is genuine, and only half prompted by trying to please Chuuya in every way he can, now that he's had a taste of doing it sexually. Just ignore how braiding Chuuya's hair when wet will lead to ridiculous curls once it dries.]
Hmm... There are a lot of things I miss. It's hard to pick just one...
Maybe the air? I don't know if it was the temperature or the humidity or the combination of sea and plants and industry and restaurants, but something about it was definitely different from here.
And Chinatown, of course! All the smells there were so delicious...
[Once again, it comes down to food. Act surprised, now.]
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Once his hair is clean and rinsed, Chuuya turns and gestures for Atsushi to switch positions with him. It’s only fair he return the favor, right?]
The air, huh? Can’t argue with that. It’s definitely different here.
[Like the very air itself carries something ominous...
If Atsushi lets him, Chuuya will lather up his choppy hair and massage his scalp just a bit. Never let it be said that Chuuya doesn’t know how take care of hair!]
Is that what you want for your birthday? Food?
[He’s not asking in a mocking way; Chuuya knows the importance of food beyond simply stuffing your face, and considering Atsushi’s background, why shouldn’t he indulge in whatever food he wants now that he can?]
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Hmm? [He opens one eye to almost-not-quite look over his shoulder. Let's hope no shampoo gets in.] I haven't really thought about it...
[What does he want for his birthday? He's never really been in a position to ask!]
Food is always nice. But, if it's from Chuuya-san... maybe clothes? [IS THAT TOO EXPENSIVE?! He doesn't need anything big, though!] You don't have to if it's inconvenient! It's just that Chuuya-san is always so fashionable.
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