❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi gives a firm nod in reply. Yes, he'll have to do it. If Akutagawa doesn't want to, then Atsushi won't insist - but, really, what are the odds of Akutagawa choosing not to fight Atsushi?

Well, it's a moot point for now. Who knows if and when Akutagawa will wake up again?]

It's the same for me.

[And that's all he cares to say on the topic. The issue is a little more complicated than that, but Atsushi has focused on his new life almost from the moment he landed here, and it's done him well. That's the important thing.

Following Chuuya's example, Atsushi stares up at the stars, and is immediately distracted from less pleasant thoughts.]

The sky is so beautiful here.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya prefers not to dwell on this kinda serious topic when he’s trying to relax anyway, so the subject change isn’t unwelcome. A small smile curves at the corners of his lips as he takes the time to stargaze for a moment.]

Yeah.

[Olympia is far too crowded with buildings to ever afford a view like this unless you climb up rather high, but here nature prevails.

It seems like they’re alone in the pools now, which is definitely nice, and Chuuya removes his hat so that he can sink further into the water and wet his hair down.]

This feels nice.

[He sits back up out of the water, now thoroughly soaked. Like some kind of tiny merman.]

Still feeling lightheaded?

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi hums in agreement, a shiver up his spine forcing out whatever stress the thought of fighting Akutagawa had left there. It really does feel wonderful.]

No... I think the fresh air fixed it.

[Not that he's not still a lot more relaxed that he should be, but he blames the pool for that. He giggles a bit at the sight of mer!Chuu.]

Your hair is so much darker when it's wet.

[... That's not what he set out to say, not really, but. It's one thing to say.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Good.

[Not that Chuuya couldn’t easily carry Atsushi back to the lounge if he needed to, but it’s better if the guy doesn’t end up passing out.

He chuckles. His hair does seem to darken several shades when wet, giving it an almost crimson hue. It also straightens out his wild half-curls for all of a few minutes.]

Maybe I’ll make you brush it again.

[Of course there’s no brushes here, but still.

Chuuya slides right up next to Atsushi, the calm water parting for just a moment before stilling yet again. He could climb right into Atsushi’s lap and see what he does, but for now he’ll just splash him to try and get his hair wet too.]

Yours looks almost the same.

[gekkajuu]

[He'd love to brush it again... but yeah, that's not really an option right this moment, so Atsushi will try not to think about it too much. Meanwhile, he giggles some more as Chuuya splashes him, ducking as if to evade the drops. It's a pretty pointless move, but it's instinctive.]

That can't be helped! It is what it is.

[His hair is just his hair. He can't even bring himself to mind it.

Okay, if this is going to be a water fight, Atsushi will strike, too! ... With a tiger paw, because he can cheat like that. Even if he's a little too lazy to be very focused on getting results.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[WOW that’s cheating, soosh!! Chuuya is left absolutely drenched after being splashed with that yaoi hand paw, but of course he’s just laughing about it. Laughing and using own ability to cheat and make a little tidal wave to drench Atsushi in. RIP.]

Tigers like water, right?

[Nyehehe.

But okay, he doesn’t wanna drown the guy, so he’ll give him a minute to breathe.]

How’s that for a bath?

[Now that they’re both thoroughly drenched, Chuuya sees no reason not to spring a sudden, heated kiss on Atsushi just for fun. He’s not quite in his lap yet, just leaning over a bit to crowd him against natural rock wall of the bath.]

[gekkajuu]

[OH MY GOD CHUU do you always have to be bigger and better?! (Or at least better?!) Atsushi doesn't mind, though; if anything, he loves it. This is like a water park - and Atsushi's never been to one of those!]

That's... a very thorough bath!

[... Did he have a point with that? Maybe not. But he's still pleasantly lazy, and losing his sentence midway doesn't bother him as much as it possibly should.

Then suddenly Chuuya is right there in front of him, and there's barely time for Atsushi's eyes to widen before Chuuya kisses him, suddenly and intensely. Making a little surprised noise that turns into a moan, Atsushi leans back all right, but only because it's comfortable, and it doesn't keep him from kissing back as passionately as he can manage - which isn't very, at the moment, but not for lack of enjoyment.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[UH YEAH? He does, actually! It simply won’t do if he’s not the loudest, flashiest person in the vicinity, okay?

But splashing aside, the kiss is certainly nice, and Chuuya adds a graze of teeth over Atsushi’s bottom lip before pulling away with a smoldering look in his eyes. Maybe this isn’t exactly the perfect place for it, but Chuuya isn’t opposed to doing more here. They’re completely alone now, but of course there’s always the possibility of wandering eyes.

Or perhaps they could simply sit and enjoy each other’s company without any more pressing matters to attend to. Either way, Chuuya stays close and gives Atsushi’s neck a playful little nip.]

We need one of these at the mansion. The pool, I mean.

[gekkajuu]

[Calm your impressive pecs, Mr. Midget... Just not with the kissing, because that would be bad.]

M-hm... It's also nice to go to Flona, though.

[Could he afford a pool? Possibly, but he spent kind of a lot of money lately, and he also needs to save up money for Diva's birthday party... because Diva wants a masquerade, so of course she must get one...

With no one around that he can see, Atsushi is barely aware of how they're doing all this in public - which will be why his eyes never left Chuuya's mouth even as he talked, and now that he's finished, he's absolutely going to go for another kiss.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah. The beach is nice.

[They don’t need a pool, it’s just a little idea for the future, just because.

Well then, if Atsushi wants to keep kissing him, then Chuuya won’t protest. Kissing is nice, after all, even if it’s not something Chuuya has taken a lot of time to indulge in in the past, but now that he can, he’s definitely going to take the time to enjoy it.

But instead of crawling into Atsushi’s lap like he has several times before, Chuuya sits back against the wall of the pool and pulls Atsushi into his lap before capturing his lips once again. Fingers slide through Atsushi’s choppy hair, holding him still as Chuuya slides his tongue along Atsushi’s bottom lip.]

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi makes a little sound of surprise that's soon muffled by Chuuya's lips. Sitting in Chuuya's lap? It feels so presumptuous, even though logic dictates the opposite if anything.

But it's still nice, even with his hair clinging to his face and neck. It's very nice, with Chuuya holding him and licking at his lip. Somehow it feel really, absurdly safe, and Atsushi sighs as he parts his lips a little further, inviting Chuuya in.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya takes that invitation and runs with it, pushing his tongue past Atsushi’s lips. The taste of fyrra lingers on his tongue, and Chuuya can feel the heat from earlier return tenfold. He’s not quite hard yet, but he’s certainly getting there as his hands slide around Atsushi’s backside to squeeze two handfuls of his ass.

The kiss breaks and Chuuya’s lips find the side of Atsushi’s neck, kissing along his pulse before sucking a light mark onto that pale skin. Maybe he shouldn’t leave anything too noticeable, but Chuuya has never been a subtle person.

Besides, it might be fun for people to guess who left it there.]

[gekkajuu]

[On the bright side: Atsushi has no idea that he's going to have a mark after this, nor is he prone to looking in mirrors, so... time to play the waiting game and see who comments on it first?

What he does know is that it feels really good to have Chuuya sucking on his neck like this - almost a little too good, making him squirm. He's definitely close to hard, himself, and somehow all of this feels even better in the water.

Or it could be the fyrra. Could be that.]

Chuuya-san...

[Atsushi tries to shift his hips a little closer, shyly trying to rub himself against Chuuya a little.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Fyrra works in mysterious ways.

Chuuya lets out a soft little grunt of pleasure as Atsushi shifts his hips and rubs against him, his cock slowly coming to life from the friction between them. It gets him just a little riled up, and he almost wishes they were at home so that he could maybe, possibly show Atsushi the joys of having fingers and/or a dick in your ass.

But for now he focuses on dragging more pleasured sounds of Atsushi, sucking another little bruise along his collarbone. By now he’s hard enough for Atsushi to feel his dick poking him in the backside, and he rolls his hips up to grind it against him with a little smirk.]

Feel good?

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi may not be loud, but it doesn't take much to make him vocal. Chuuya's mouth is a gift from the heavens wherever it lands, and the fact that his own grinding is tolerated? That's just the icing on the cake. His breath hitches as Chuuya sucks at his skin again, and he's not even embarrassed about the both of them being hard. If anything, it feels like it makes complete sense, for the both of them to have the same physical reaction at the same time.

He still blushes absurdly at Chuuya's dick poking at his ass, though, because he can't deny being curious - and he owes Chuuya, anyway - but he's also kind of nervous for something of that magnitude, even with the fyrra.]

M-hm... very good, thank you. [Talking too much - but that's probably the nerves, too.] Should we...?

[He looks around, less to check who may be watching; more to check for places to go. Not that he minds staying here at all, but if they want to do more than this...]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[The heady warmth between them is making Chuuya almost dizzy with arousal, his body still feeling a bit light and airy from the fyrra. Luckily he stays grounded as his mouth finds countless little spots on Atsushi’s skin to mark with nips and hickies that are sure to linger for at least a day or two.

He huffs a laugh. Atsushi thanking him for something like this will never cease to fill Chuuya with a swell of pride that he’s doing such a spectacular job of making him feel good.

It’s only when Atsushi asks that question that Chuuya gives him a moment to breathe.]

Yeah.

[It’s better to do this in a somewhat private setting if they want to go any further, so Chuuya will just stand up out of the water and urge Atsushi to wrap his legs around his waist before carrying him back to the lounge, no big deal. Atsushi is rather light, after all, even if he’s taller than Chuuya, and it takes hardly any effort to toss him onto the plush couch and capture his lips in another heated kiss.

Once it breaks, Chuuya pulls back to look him in the eye.]

Tell me what you want.

[gekkajuu]

[Chuuya urges, and Atsushi listens. Clinging to Chuuya, he barely even registers that this is unusual: he just lets himself be carried along by the progression of events (and by Chuuya) without ever having a second thought.

It's only at that question that he thinks again; it's only at that question that he has to.]

Can we do it again? [Well, that's not embarrassing to say at all, even if he doesn't use the actual word. It's true that Chuuya asked him what he wants, but Atsushi still feels a little weird for coming out and saying it - which is probably why he tries to justify it a little somehow.] I'd like that.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya doesn’t expect Atsushi to go into extreme detail about what he wants, and honestly, it’s kind of hotter to just hear him say that he wants to do this kind of thing again. There’s plenty of options for how they could get each other off, but Chuuya has a few things in mind already.

Luckily the lounge also has an air about it that invites a bit of hedonism within its walls, and Chuuya doubts that they’re the first ones to use it like this.]

Hell yes.

[Chuuya slides down Atsushi’s body and nips at one of his hipbones. He could just ride Atsushi again, or let the guy fuck him in some other way, which would be perfectly fine with Chuuya, but he might as well ask exactly what he wants.]

Do you want to fuck me again? Or...

[He pushes Atsushi’s legs apart and teases him by sliding a finger over the cleft of his ass.]

Try something else?

[gekkajuu]

[This lounge is way too comfortable, Atsushi thinks. Maybe it's just the smoke, but the whole atmosphere is as soft and welcoming as the pillows, making it easy to relax. It's a weird antithesis to sex while also promoting it, every little touch stirring Atsushi up. His dick twitches as Chuuya bites his hip, and Atsushi moans softly. At some point he'll realize how he was brought back here fully naked, but now is not that time.

Atsushi's heart pounds at the silent suggestion of Chuuya's finger on his ass, and maybe it's just his fear boner talking, but he's interested enough in trying.]

Would you... fuck me?

[Oh, God... He really, really hopes that he can deliver. What if he somehow fails to do this right, or he can't handle it, or..?]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[This is one of the things that Chuuya will never push for, and so when Atsushi openly, honestly admits exactly what he wants in language that Chuuya knows doesn’t come easy to him, he can’t help but comply.

Also it’s pretty fucking hot.]

Fuck yeah.

[Chuuya gives one last graze of teeth over Atsushi’s skin before pulling away, and while not ideal lube, he does remember some kind of oils near the exit to the bath. Convenient, and better than just saliva for someone’s first time taking it. Chuuya retrieves a bottle of what he thinks might be some kind of flowery scented oil before sliding back between Atsushi’s legs and slicking up his fingers with it.

Normally Chuuya doesn’t take anything slow, but this will absolutely suck if he doesn’t exercise a bit of caution. He slips one slicked-up finger between Atsushi’s ass cheeks to circle his hole, applying a gentle pressure but not pushing in quite yet.]

You ever done this to yourself before?

[gekkajuu]

[How many times of ripping Atsushi's ass would it take for the tiger to just give up on healing him?

Atsushi does want this, but that doesn't make him any less nervous, in spite of the smoke floating all around, making his head tingle. At Chuuya's question, he shakes his head vigorously, almost defensively - and yet, not quite like that. It's just... strange to talk about this stuff? Not using words makes it a little easier.

But that makes communication in general a lot harder, so he belatedly adds:]

No...

[Hearing himself say it, he gets nervous for another reason entirely, wondering if it's the wrong answer somehow. Not that he expects Chuuya to judge, but if Atsushi's childhood has taught him anything, it's that unpleasant and violent reactions can happen at any time, for any reason or no reason at all.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Time to find out.

Chuuya can tell that there’s some nervous apprehension going on, and in lieu of trying to comfort Atsushi with words (Chuuya has never been good at that), he leans over and captures his lips in another kiss, this one softer but no less heated than the others. Telling Atsushi to relax won’t accomplish anything, so instead Chuuya will try to distract him with kisses and grazes of teeth over his lips as he slowly pushes a finger inside.]

[gekkajuu]

[Kissing is good. Kissing is wonderful, and it does help Atsushi relax a bit, but letting something go inside of him is still not easy. Awkwardly, he tries to breathe hard through his nose while kissing, as if he'll calm down if he just gets enough oxygen.

That's ridiculous, of course. But he focuses on breathing, and he focuses on kissing, and even if the way he moans into the kiss is a little pained at times, that's discomfort more than anything. He wants to relax; he tries to relax. Chuuya's finger goes inside well enough, but it takes a little time for Atsushi to finally relax around it.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Maybe he’d underestimated Atsushi this time, because he’d expected much more apprehension once the first finger slipped inside, but he seems to be trying to breathe and relax around it, which makes penetration easier. He slides the first finger in and out slowly, still kissing Atsushi deeply to try and keep him from tensing up too much.

He adds another finger, giving Atsushi a moment to adjust before scissoring and stretching him open. It’s going to hurt to take a dick for the first time no matter what, but he can at least try to make it a bit easier.

Eventually he pulls back, studying Atsushi’s expression.]

How’s it feel?

[gekkajuu]

[Atsushi does his best, but his body keeps wanting to tense up and expel those fingers, even if Atsushi wants to keep going. It's a constant battle of forcing himself to relax, over and over again, and that's as exhausting as it is entrancing.

Honestly? It hurts a bit already. But lube makes all the difference, and little by little, Atsushi's body starts getting used to having something inside of him.]

It's... strange... I don't know.

It's like... it shouldn't be there.

[Which is kind of a shitty thing to say, probably. Atsushi would rather not bring this kind of "negative" commentary at a time like this, but he doesn't want to lie, either. He sighs, and wonders vaguely if he's hyperventilating from all this deliberate breathing. He'd probably know for sure if he was, though.]