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nysalogs2018-04-05 12:01 pm
thetaintedsorrow) wrote in nysalogs2018-04-05 12:01 pm
[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!
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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
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[Ah, he liked those nails down his chest far too much, especially when those scars were sensitive enough as it is. But there's something to be said about the thrill in taking control, and he'd much rather play that game than indulge in Chuuya's touch.]
[He takes both of Chuuya's hands and quickly jerks them around behind Chuuya's back, holding them in place. Using their newfound closeness, he takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into the crook of Chuuya's neck, distracting him while he uses his powers to pull out a pair of handcuffs -- which appear already secured around Chuuya's wrists.]
[But he's not finished yet.]
[As he pulls his own hands back, he shifts one up and around the front of Chuuya's neck, something in his hand giving a soft click.]
I'd say you should know better-- [He slowly pulls his hand back, and as he does, a small leash is revealed to be attached to Chuuya's collar, held tightly in Mephisto's hand.] --than to underestimate me.
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Oh...OH, his hands are bound now, and of course he pulls and tugs at the handcuffs to test their strength, looking indignant when they don’t give at all. Of course he could easily break them with his ability (probably, unless they’re magical handcuffs), but for now he’s curious to see just what Mephisto has up his sleeve...]
What the-?!
[God fucking damn it, of course challenging Mephisto would end in him putting a fucking leash on Chuuya. How humiliating! Chuuya glares daggers at him, though his arousal hasn’t ebbed at all (perhaps it’s even been heightened by his anger). He pulls against it like a poorly behaved dog trying to escape its master, his lip curling in a snarl.]
Do you think I’m your fucking pet, asshole?!
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[He gives the leash a sharp jerk, pulling Chuuya forward and into his waiting hand -- where he catches him by grabbing him by the chin. He's free to fight it, but with the way he's handcuffed and kneeling on the bed, he might just flop and fall over in the process.]
Fufu, I wonder if I could get you to do a trick... ah, like shake!
--oh, wait, that one would be impossible for your right now, wouldn't it?
[I'm sorry he's like this.]
[But despite the goofiness, he's clearly enjoying this an awful lot. In fact, the angrier he makes Chuuya, the more he seems to enjoy it. Was that his goal from the start?]
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You fucker...
[Okay, now Chuuya is going to use his ability to try breaking free of those cuffs, putting all of his strength behind his efforts to snap them in two. If they’re stronger than normal handcuffs he might not succeed...
But he’s damn well going to try despite his chin being held like this.]
Let me go and I’ll show you exactly what I think about being someone’s pet.
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[It's a tight grip, too -- right around the base, to ensure he's not getting too far. It's not enough to be painful, but knowing how strong Mephisto is, it certainly serves as a warning.]
Oh? Now why would I go and do that? You're the naughty little dog who just broke my brand new pair of handcuffs... I was hoping to reward you for being a good boy, but it seems I'm going to have to discipline you instead.
[He pulls his hand off if Chuuya's chin and switches the leash into it with a convenient little poof, tugging it again.]
But I suppose... if you were to apologize sweetly enough, I might just be convinced to look the other way just this once.
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God damn it...
[He fights being yanked forward by the leash again, but surprisingly enough he isn’t trying to punch Mephisto right in his stupidly handsome face even with his wrists freed. Maybe it’s because a very important part of him is in danger here (of pain, at least, he doesn’t think Mephisto would do anything too drastic), but Chuuya ends up glancing away and mumbling, his cheeks nice and pink.
He shouldn’t even be considering this, but...]
...sorry.
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[He's actually kind of impressed how well he ended up following that order to be sweet, with Mephisto now biting his own lip and leering at the way Chuuya blushes and glances away like that. It was oddly charming, coming from someone as fiery and mouthy as Chuuya. But then, that was the whole point of this particular little exercise -- to see if he can draw out a different side of him all together.]
[Which is clearly why he's going to goad him into saying it again, his hand moving along Chuuya's cock to give him a nice, vigorous stroking.]
It has to be a proper apology, or I simply can't accept it.
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[Chuuya groans at the added stimulation to his cock, hips jerking forward to try thrusting into Mephisto’s hand. This is humiliating if you ask Chuuya, but it’s also just a bit satisfying to have so obviously captured Mephisto’s interest in a way that’s far different from Chuuya’s usual spitfire attitude.
Just for right now, just this once, Chuuya will give in, if only to see where this might lead.
He clutches at Mephisto’s shirt, blushing right down to his chest as he speaks up a bit clearer this time.]
I’m sorry for breaking the handcuffs.
[Just for good measure, Chuuya will look up him with those vibrant blue eyes of his.]
I was bad.
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[It's very brief, but as Chuuya looks up at Mephisto with those pretty blue eyes of his and apologizes for being a bad, naughty boy, the facade Mephisto has been keeping up as part of their play slips, and a little perverted giggle makes its way past his lips.]
[Along with this face. Clearly this is a pervert's true form...]
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Fufufu... yes, you were being quite the naughty little dog, weren't you? Oh, but there's no way I can resist those sweet baby blues of yours...
[He pulls his hand off Chuuya's cock and shifts back on the bed, leash still in hand -- which he tugs on, patting his own lap.] Now, why don't you come here, and I'll give you a treat for being so obedient.
[Is he going all in with the pet play?? You bet he is.]
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Maybe Mephisto could actually get Chuuya to call him “Master”. That is, if Chuuya can actually make himself say the word.]
Yes...
[He does miss the touch to his cock, and he follows Mephisto further up onto the bed (the leash leaves him little choice) before straddling his lap.]
A treat?
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[But soon his hand moves in between his cheeks, the lube he summoned before quietly floating over and pouring over his fingers as he teases at his tight hole. Swirling them over that sensitive, puckered flesh, he hardly gives him a chance to react before he pushes two fingers inside him, curling them to find that sweet spot that'll get him begging for more.]
[He's not touching his cock, after all. And while Chuuya certainly could shamelessly grind against Mephisto like a dog in heat, would he? Maybe that's what he's trying to test here.]
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Chuuya shivers at the feeling of lube-slicked fingers teasing his hole, immediately pressing back against them in eagerness than borders on desperation. A shamelessly loud moan escapes him when Mephisto finally pushes two fingers inside of him, and he immediately starts riding them, chasing the feeling of them pressing against his sweet spot.]
Haaahhh!!!
[And there it is, that overwhelming burst of pleasure that gets his cock dripping with arousal as Chuuya shamelessly alternates between pushing back against those fingers and grinding his cock against Mephisto in search of sweet relief.]
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My, what a shameless little dog you are... does it feel that good? You're already dripping all over my nice suit.
[He leans in closer, breath hot against Chuuya's ear as he speaks lowly into it.] Tell me what you want... you want more than just my fingers, don't you? Beg for it. And don't forget to address me properly.
[He punctuates that command with a tug on the leash, reminding Chuuya who the one in control is right now.]
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Ngh...
[The tug on the leash makes Chuuya want to pull back and fight against it, but those fingers inside him just aren’t enough, and he’s not going to get off if he doesn’t give in...
He’s blushing furiously now, and he once again glances away, stilling his hips and swallowing his pride so that he can say exactly what it is that he wants.]
Please fuck me...
[Here it comes...]
Master.
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[Seemingly on impulse, he leans forward and steals Chuuya's lips into a kiss, pulling out his fingers to instead lift him up and hold him against his chest. But as he does, he starts to shift up and off the bed, carrying him just a bit closer to the window before setting him down.]
[The leash is temporarily forgotten now as he licks his lips, keeping his mouth close so he can speak low and sensually near Chuuya's ear.]
Put your hands against the glass, and I'll give you exactly what you want from me.
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The kiss takes him by surprise, and he moans hot against Mephisto’s lips before he’s swept right up in his hold. It’s not a feeling he’s used to, even with being so tiny, because despite his small stature he’s sturdily built and not all that easy to carry, even if he actually let someone do it.
He should probably be more ashamed about this, but fuck it. Chuuya does exactly as he’s told and places his hands on the glass, effectively putting himself on display.]
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[Reaching around Chuuya, he places his hands on his chest and starts drawing his nails slowly down his pecs, and then out and around to his back. It's a hard press, leaving angry red lines that nearly break the skin. By the time he reaches Chuuya's hips, he pulls back both hands and claps them over his ass, no doubt leaving his skin red and sensitive.]
[He really doesn't need to tease him anymore, but he's definitely going to... if only to distract him for when he pulls out his cock, teasing the head around Chuuya's slick entrance.]
Look at what a filthy little thing you are, exposing yourself like this... tell me, does it excite you? The thought of someone looking up here and seeing what I'm about to do to you?
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Haaaahhh...!!
[Were Chuuya not already dripping wet those nails dragging over his skin would certainly do the trick, and he shivers at the wonderful cocktail of pain and pleasure that’s slowly threatening to consume him. His moans crescendo with a yelp as Mephisto smacks his ass, and god fucking damn it, he just wants to be fucked stupid right now!!]
Yes, yes, just fuck me already, please!!
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[He pauses only a second or two before pulling back damn near all the way, and then slamming back up into him. It's rough, aiming to be hard enough to make Chuuya weak in the knees. And damn if the way Chuuya tightens up around him every time he thrusts back in doesn't have him seeing stars.]
[But he won't keep that pace for long, eventually falling into a faster rhythm.]
You best not hold back... let me hear that pretty voice of yours, so everyone knows just how much you love your master's cock.
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Fuck!! More...!!!
[And greedy, it seems; there’s not an ounce of shame in him as he thrusts right back against Mephisto to drive him deeper, eager to be left a fucked out mess.]
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[He wants to hear more -- to hear him pleading for his master again, and every little sigh and scream he can draw out of him.]
[Not that Mephisto is making it easy for him to get actual words out, reaching up to grab a fistful of Chuuya's hair as he plows into him. He wants to make sure Chuuya won't avert his gaze when the people down below start to notice, one in particular even pointing up at them with a giggle before being pressed along by their date. There may even be a face he recognizes down there-- or perhaps one his mind is only letting him think he recognizes.]
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He’s so far gone that he doesn’t even think twice about begging.]
More...fuck me harder...!!!
[He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s making an incredibly lewd ahegao face right about now.]
Please...Master...!!
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[He could certainly get used to this -- being called "master" as he fucks Chuuya out in plain sight like this. It isn't long before his tantalizing words get replaced with eager moans and heavy panting, focused on giving Chuuya exactly what he wants-- or rather, on Mephisto taking exactly what he wants.]
[He'll probably have to carry Chuuya back to the bed after this, with just how hard he's pounding him. Still holding back enough to avoid causing real harm, but if Chuuya was looking to get fucked stupid tonight, he was definitely getting his wish.]
Warning, extreme filth ahead
The sounds spilling from his lips are loud and lewd and nearly unintelligible; curses and cries of the word “master” can be heard between sharp gasps and ragged moans, and if anyone is in close proximity to them they’ll know exactly what’s going on in this room.]
Fuck...!! Close!!
[The sweet cocktail of pain and pleasure is so much, almost too much, and without even a single touch to his dick Chuuya is ready to burst. His flushed, leaking cock is pressed right up against against the glass now, his shame on full display for the world to see. He’s so lost in pleasure that it won’t take much to push him over the edge, that familiar heat building in his core until it becomes an undeniable need for release.
It’s clear, with how Chuuya’s hips push back against Mephisto insistently, that he’s trying to bring himself to orgasm. Without asking for permission. Oops.]
huehuehue
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