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"You want to know how I make you feel?" Nachim smiled lazily, nuzzling into Rhys' hair. "I feel calm with you, mi amor. Relaxed. During the day my mind is always racing... different ideas and plans and codes to crack. It is so easy to be around you. So simple to be by your side. Don't you agree?"
"Your English still needs work, tesoro," but there was no venom behind his words, only endeared to the little things, as he so often was. It was that very same reticent demeanor that had pulled Nachim from the beginning, he assumed. What was a shy, fumbling fledgling had grown into his own, yet still, after all these years, like quiet waters.
"You're determined to make me happy," he said behind his fingers. "Your crooked plan worked from the beginning."
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"Alright. Make sure to mention you're with the woman from their dream." She turned and started to lead Nachim upstairs. The captain spared Rhys a final look, with her back turned he took the other's hand to kiss it.
With that, they went their separate ways.
Reaching the rooftop felt like an eternity. Without warning or hesitation, their victim would suddenly find themselves sat in ice, legs locked to the seat. The ice had been quick to form from the floor to his waist, and casually crawled upwards higher and higher.
Leila had her eyes on the monster, but thought of Ariel and wondered where he was.
Rhys replied in silence with a little wink. Nachim would do fine. It was Leila he was concerned with. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could recuperate, in her own way.
Carl had been caught unawares, which was ideal, having no idea what the mage was capable of. A slew of curses escaped his lips, followed by a shriek of painful confusion. Another mage? A Hermetic mage? The only logical conclusion he could find to being encapsulated in ice.
And then he wasn't. With a clap of his hands, the man and his ice prison were gone. Al Basty and reaper were back at the end of the ladder. Ten full seconds from laying eyes on their victim.
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“ i think about you when i touch myself. “ nachim x mel
One more line translated. A clue as to which path was safer on the next island. The wolf jotting down a quick note. Her gaze shifting for a moment to the captain on the other side of the table. Distracted by the coin being shuffled between his fingers. So distracted she almost missed those words. Taking a moment to process. The most bewildered look appearing. She looked around the room. As if searching for who he might be speaking to. But no they were alone. Or as alone as could be on this ship. Looking right at her. The absurdity proving far to much, she laughed. A hand slamming down to try and stifle the worst of it. Shoulders shaking as she fought to contain it. When control finally came, the hand fell away. Feeling oddly playful. “Well you don’t have to settle for mere thoughts. Instead of touching yourself, just ask me to do it.”
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👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ALL THE SHIPS EVERYONE YOU CAN THINK OF ONE FOR
send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.・❥・@mournus
Hana: "What dirty thought or fantasy did I not have about him? Well, to be fair, a new one comes along almost every day and I don't mind repeating them in my head over and over again. When things are pretty serious and he discusses matters with his crew, leaning over the wooden table with the big map, I can't help imagining him bending me over exactly that spot, my chest squished on top of it. Oh and if Nachim whispered foreign words in my ear? Even better. But really, anything he does... this smile... I don't know if he would ever be interested in me pole dancing for him. That's my fantasy, watching him as he watches me. I practiced, I know I can do it. With clothes, without clothes. But with the jewelry he gifted me."
Tadashi: Tadashi blushes for a whole minute before he goes on. "I like to think that Haru has a very nice... bottom, any part of Haru, really! Just that my mind drifts to their butt and I can't help the thought how juicy it looks. And is. I'm not very... I might be a bit boring in that sense so I have to rely on Haru a lot to show me the ropes but I love seeing Haru in cute oufits, daring outfits... so my fantasy is to see Haru a little tied up while I caress each part of them, maybe with a toy, maybe with my hands, or something else. I love Haru, I think I'd do anything they ask of me."
Dahlia: "Haru's my little plaything, my one and only. More than often do I think how precious Haru looks, especially stripped off of clothes with just this cute pink collar. So as for a fantasy, I want Haru to taste my blood, to endulge in its sweetness and feel my arousal through it. Haru riding me is a fantasy that lives in my head rent-free and that enough gives me so much energy, I need to let it out somehow."
Manshik: Is he really going to say such things about a friend he has not seen in centuries? "Maybe it's because I haven't seen Jongsu for so long and especially in that form that makes me wonder how he looks underneath, human bodies are different than our true forms, they actually give you so much more room to explore. I will never tell him because I don't want to scare Jongsu off but to dig my fingers into that ass and press him against me? Enough to get me excited."
Otohime: "Kaili is so sweet, I felt welcomed the second I met them," Otohime chirps. "Maybe this is too light for dirty thoughts or fantasies but I just want to be near Kaili, the rest comes with it. If they want to go further, we can. If not, I am very much content just laying there and look at the stars, the sea, talk about anything. Allow me to say though that I'd love to know how their lips taste."
Goeun ( about Mai ): "Mai's stares didn't go unnoticed, they make me feel a little hot and bothered. Why do I imagine sitting on her lap and rolling my hips while waiting in my dressing room?" Goeun holds her burning cheeks. "That's... keeping me awake, to be honest."
Goeun ( about Kaho ): "Can I have such thoughts about Kaho-san? We barely met and yet, I can't help but imagine how my fingertips would feel on his skin... or how our bodies would press against each other, barely clothed. I am a vampire, I am a little more on the passionate side but this is new... my heart is not beating but I still feel these chills all over my body. It's like his voice lured me in."
#mournus#( * ic; letters answered )#nachim & hana#ariel & captain jack#haru & tadashi#haru & dahlia#jongsu & manshik#kaili & otohime#mai & goeun#kaho & goeun#i did them aaaall
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“ hey… no tears, alright? this isn’t goodbye. “ hana x nachim
old meme ♡ @mournus
Then why did it feel like one? If this was not a goodbye, why would her tears not stop? His voice carried something unrecognizable, the mermaid had yet to name it but her heart betrayed her at that moment and revealed deep sorrow. Was this the moment she turned into foam? Little did her future matter if Nachim left now. But Hana would never say so, even in her ( potentially ) last moments she would not betray him this way. "If this isn't goodbye then allow me to cry."
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Secret Santa🎁 @mournus
From Nao to Jongsu ❤️ "Figured you might like something that can be of use. So I made you a blanket to warm you up during the cold nights. The teddy bear is for your kid. Merry Christmas" (but they don't write their name on their little message, they're just gonna leave those there for him when nobody's watching)
From Yongsun to Seth🖤 just don't mind him, he's weird like that in his vampire verse
From Earendill to Kaho🤎 "I made these candles for you and I also saw this candle warmer that looked very nice so decided to might as well go and give you both."
From Azazel to Nachim🩶 continuing the tradition of Zaz gifting Nachim weapons, he found those and thought Nachim would look sexy using these daggers (I feel like this is gonna turn into something completely unrelated to Christmas at some point). He's also gonna get these candles because
From Minsung to Rak🩵 "I've noticed how much you enjoyed when we played games together. The game for these blocks is called Jenga, and the rules are quite simple, I'll show you. I also got you this necklace, thought you might like it when I saw it."
From Arthit to Haru💜 it wouldn't be Arthit if the gift isn't expensive as fuck. Haru is a gem, she deserves to get spoiled
From Hwayoung to Mai💗 cute and practical, she's gonna get this diffuser and napkin holder
From Tai to Taehyun🧡 "Bags are always good to have, right? I hope you like this one."
From Lilith to Leila🤍 she wasn't all too sure what Leila would like, but she thought that these earrings would suit her well
From Toi to Guai 🖤 she thought he might like these
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"The only Latin I know is, "Nihil additae nihil perdidi." A quote from an old associate. Rune stared at the wall ahead of him, flashed back to time aboard Nachim's ship. He would be there again, someday. The windswept smiles, the salty sea, the comforting groan of an old ship. At least the ocean wasn't too far from his cot. It wasn't out his window, so not close enough.
Rune was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Dutch. "How... How long have you been studying?" The sound of home would startle him every time. The fact that his apprentice would make an attempt for no other reason than to appease him was... touching. He didn't know what to do with that weight on his chest.
"I added nothing and lost nothing," he translated, pensive as he spoke. "Sad, actually, to not have added anything to this life. I hope that won't be my case." Especially since he was a professor, hopefully, some of his students would take something from his lessons.
That surprise in Rune's voice was satisfying to hear, drawing Enoch's attention as he looked down at his mentor with a grin."I had to start teaching myself because someone was dragging their feet!" chuckled Enoch as he turned on his side to better face Rune.
The book was carefully closed and sat on top of his satchel, leaning against the lounge. He propped his elbow on the seat, cradling his chin in the palm of his hand.
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@mournus
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Although they were aware of the other actions, the constant sense of preparation that always remained on the ship - their eyes remained focused on the water. The sounds of the ship moving through the sea was feeling especially precious and ... close to them at this moment.
Despite that, they were able to hear footsteps and the way that Nachim's voice cut through their would-be reverie.
Saima turned their head towards him with a slight smile on their face.
"Oh.. just looking at the water, taking in the sight. I wasn't really able to sleep all that easily. So I figured, I'd look out for a little while - just to watch, to study the motions of the sea really."
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Does Nachim sleep with everyone aboard his ship, or does he have a small group of lovers?
The vast majority of Nachim's crew are seen as family, and pretty much everyone knows of his colourful history. For those very few he sees in a different light, he entirely follows his feelings, allowing everything to flow and unfurl naturally.
Whether the other reciprocates or not does not change how Nachim treats them. That means he is never hurt by being rejected, but also means those he spends intimate moments with do not get any special treatment afterwards. For better or for worse. None will have the illusion of his monogamy.
Nachim wants to keep everything on his ship positive, he would never allow his desires to impact the crew's environment.
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Insomnia || Nachim + Rhys || July, 2018
Rhys: This was exactly why Rhys had made such a sizeable purchase. Sprawled on his stomach on the right side of the bed, staring out at the assortment of various intricate symbols of brass, copper, silver, gold, and wood.
The sheets were cool and soft against bare skin, but still, he could not sleep.
Too long since he'd laid eyes on Nachim, all he could do was wait for the pirate to wake.
Nachim: Very little about Nachim had changed since they were last together. His ship was larger, his crew fiercer. More piercings; now collarbones, nipples, tongue, all with decorative metal. His hair had been dyed, split half white and half black down the middle. Aside from this, it would be like not a single day has passed since they last saw one another, Rhys would probably find him devastatingly predictable.
He made a soft noise, turning his head against the pillow. Grey eyes remained shut but he was starting to wake up. A hand rose blindly and managed to find the back of Rhys' head to pat and stroke.
Rhys: His dear captain had always been colorful, but in 1822 color had come from his personality. The outside merely reflected the interior, now. With every new piercing, he'd become hesitant to touch. Concerned for tugging something he shouldn't and making a mess of Nachim's flawless skin.
But that wasn't on his mind. Nothing was on his mind. A blank slate, staring at his religious wall.
Until he felt cool fingertips through his hair. Fumbling, as he always had. Instinctively, he reached back with seven fingers, tugging Nachim's arm around his chest.
Nachim: Little did Rhys know the tugging was partly why Nachim had wanted piercings in such places in the first place.
A soft groan more like a sigh came behind sealed lips. He settled in comfortably in the new position Rhys had pulled him into. With a teasing smirk he didn't bother to hide, some ice poured from his palm to Rhys' ribs.
Rhys: The vampire suddenly hissed. Snatching the reaper's wrist in one swift movement, he turned to straddle his lap, set on pinning his hands above his head.
"Years, capitán. Too many to count, and it's still... not... funny." And still, he kissed between his eyes.
Nachim: The captain was limp, submissive under Rhys' will. Finally eyes opened to take the other in. His gaze shamelessly wandered over the other in this terribly interesting position.
Not funny? He begged to digger! Nachim laughed. See? Funny! "Maybe not funny, but if it encourages you to get on top of me... Did you sleep well, hermoso?"
Rhys: Hermoso. Capitán. Some things were eternal, and in that infinity, they were a comfort. A feeling like home.
"I haven't slept," he confessed, kissing the bridge of his nose. "You know I don't." Not the first night of his return. No. He would linger in consciousness, watching over the reaper, as though closing his eyes he would disappear. It had become his tradition.
Nachim: "Still?" He had thought his body would succumb to sleep by now... Perhaps blood gave him all the energy he needed. He smiled softly. "You are so affectionate this morning." Not really limited to this morning, just a tease.
Rhys: "Find me tomorrow made of stone." He would not kiss those lips just yet. Only his nose.
The room was chilly. Enough for Rhys to wriggle himself beneath the covers once more, resting his weight over his old friend, chin comfortable against his chest.
Nachim: Silly vampire. He scrunched up his nose playfully. "Ai, dios mio." Fingers found Rhys' hair again and started to braid strands without much thought.
"So? What else has mi jefe been doing?"
Rhys: Hands slid down Nachim's chest, mindful of his piercings, and came to rest under his chin. Settled and comfortable. He didn't mind the braiding and just let it happen.
"I've found a fledgling. Online. Trying to navigate and understand his situation from the other side of a screen."
Nachim: "Hm?" The back of his fingers brushed over Rhys' cheek. "You are acting as someone's therapist?"
Rhys: "No. Just another voice. He's not mine or anyone's childer. I think he's been abandoned."
Nachim: "Another vampire? Would he like to become a pirate?" He smiled playfully despite meaning it genuinely.
Rhys: Rhys' smile was soft. By now, Nachim might be able to notice the light in his sea green eyes.
"He's clinging to his humanity. Doubtful."
Nachim: Boo. Nachim pouted. It only lasted a second before he smiled again. Speaking of new recruits... "Are you proud of me, mi amor? Don't you think I am closer to my goal than the last time we saw one another?"
Rhys: "You are closer with every visit, tesoro. Already there, in my eyes. Do you not see it?"
Nachim: "I am not finished yet." Stopped braiding to smooth palms down Rhys' back, "I will build an empire beyond imagination for you to enjoy, too."
Rhys: "I believed that, a hundred years ago." The past tense was spoken cautiously. Eyes closed to enjoy Nachim's affection.
"The world has changed around us. Technology, I fear, will hinder your dream."
Nachim: Hmph. Could Nachim reach to spank Rhys' ass? He'll try!
"I will overcome anything. I can adapt to use technology, too, if I have to."
Rhys: Rhys would even duck his head for the reprimand, chuckling silently. Just barely reached.
"We shall see. I trust your ambition."
Nachim: "Good." Back to toying with his hair. "Do you need breakfast, mi vida?"
Rhys: "Are you trying to feed me, or feed yourself." His mouth curled in a teasing smile.
Nachim: The captain laughed, "Both! Why? Can your hunger not keep up with my greed?"
Rhys: "You know I'll kill you and kill you again."
Nachim: Nachim practically purred. "Don't tease me, mi amor. You know I live to die by your hand."
Rhys: His life was about moderation in all things, but Nachim was his indulgence. Had been his teacher, his lover, and his willing victim. If not for the reaper's own greed, he might have shown a modicum of restraint.
"Is that what you want? To die tonight?"
Nachim: Done braiding he went to scoop fingers beneath Rhys' chin, wanting to lift him so his face was above his own.
"I am your ragdoll to do as you please. I only know how to beg for more."
Rhys: Without question, Rhys raised on his elbows, staring down with calm adoration.
"Will you never tell me to stop?"
Nachim: "Well, if you keep at it for weeks on end I might have to ask for a break." He teased, one hand trailing down to feel over Rhys' throat. "For tonight you may have your way, my insatiable vampire."
Rhys: His smile, soft as ever, revealed nothing of the promise behind his lips. The look behind those eyes was as it always had been, reverence and devotion. More than a mortal sense of loyalty. He saw himself as a lighthouse, waiting patiently every decade for Nachim's sails in the mist.
Without another word, he sank into the reaper's arms, bore slender fangs into his throat, and sighed. All at once, he found himself washed in a sense of warmth. The tension between his legs coaxed movement from his hips, pressed down into the mattress for relief. A little more than a memory. It was a reflection of his yearning.
Nachim: Nachim's smile remained on his face. An arm looped around the back of Rhys' shoulders, holding him in place as his chin tilted up. He smiled even still as he let out a struggled moan. Eyes closed instinctively. The pleasure came so instantly like a Tsunami. He hardened for Rhys as he so often did.
Nachim licked his lips, tasting the metal from the piercing looped around his lower lip, tongue piercing brushing against the top one. Like every time, he was so instantly dizzy. It was the most glorious bite he had ever experienced. He truly felt himself the most lucky man.
Rhys: He could have as much as he wanted. More than he could indulge in the world above ground. Free to take and take and wait for that final heartbeat, cleaning the wound with lips and tongue as it closed, waiting next for the first breath of rejuvenation. A life had been taken, willingly, knowing as certain as the sunrise he would see those eyes upon him again. And he would smile, and he would offer his lips in greeting.
Nachim: His body tried to rejuvenate the blood, but it could not keep up with Rhys' pace. Soon enough, he felt things become dim, he felt his limbs grow weak. It was an uplifting feeling, exciting, dangerous. It made his heart beat erratically. He had to battle against every instinct in him to remain in place and not fight for his life. Everything inside of him raged a war. Everything faded.
But not for long.
Mere seconds and his eyes were lazily fluttering open again. Also not for long. They shut as he took those lips readily. His tongue requested entrance, and the life brought back to his body was made evident with how he tightly held his murderer.
Rhys: What other way could he say I love you, without words? He held and was held in return. He allowed his victim to taste the lingering iron on his tongue and toyed with the curious muscle between teeth and fangs.
And again he rocked. Not so assuming as to believe Nachim wanted anything more than this.
Nachim: The pirate didn't hesitate to slide a hand between them. No rocking necessary, Rhys, Nachim was ready to be at your disposal. Fingers curled around his lover, a few circled by rings. His heart still hadn't calmed, and given the way he was so intoxicated by the other it was doubtful it would anytime soon.
"Does mi vida want to release?" He whispered between increasingly desperate kisses.
Rhys: All this time, all these years, and the sight of blood still hadn't deterred Nachim from offering. And yet, after all this time, Rhys still felt compelled to ask, "Is that what you want?"
Nachim: "I want us both to stain each other with our lujuria." His hand hadn't started to pump yet, but he continued to hold his lover until instructed otherwise. He craned to kiss along Rhys' cheek, his jaw, his ear. "Then we can shower together and do it again."
Rhys: "Then let me taste you." As much torment as it was desire. He began to slip from Nachim's grasp, kissing his way down at his leisure. Lips trailing from jaw to throat to chest, lingering over his heart.
Nachim: Nachim's body was saying yes while his mind was saying no.
"You will get sick, mi amor." And yet he released Rhys, arched his back, sighed in pleasure...
Rhys: Nachim might feel a subtle smile against his skin, and then a mindful swipe of his tongue against a piercing.
"Not tonight. Tonight, you'll be painted."
Nachim: Oh... tasted in /those/ ways? Nachim grinned. Fingers pushed into Rhys' hair as he hummed at how good it felt. He certainly won't say no to being worshipped by Rhys' mouth.
Rhys: Moments like this, it was easy to forget how unlikely a pair they were. Someone as colorful and flamboyant as Nachim deserved an equally confidant lover, someone loud and capable. Not this quiet, shadowed creature between his legs. He had gained so much under his wing, and what had he given in return?
For now, at least, he would give pleasure. Kisses continued south, nipping at skin along the way, until sinking his teeth into Nachim's thigh.
Nachim: It was unfathomable how good that felt. Nachim sharply inhaled, gasping with a moan, squeezing at his hair. His cock twitched with excitement, throbbed with unbearable need.
This was all Nachim asked for. He did not need anything in return. He wanted only Rhys' honesty and will, only his time and attention. It was more than enough to be like this with him.
Rhys: After a moment of writhing, Rhys reached to fondle and squeeze from base to tip. Few things were as enjoyable as feeling Nachim's pleasure in the palm of his hand.
He would not drain entirely, but neither would he clean the wound with his tongue. Only a quick, gentle swipe of his thumb as he nestled his face into his scrotum.
Nachim: The nuzzling made him laugh. What's this? So silly. It felt more ticklish than anything else... and he was hyperaware of his balls against Rhys' head.
"Why do you put yourself so beneath me?"
Rhys: "A place for a sailor with his captain," he smiled. Kissed against the base of his shaft.
Nachim: The captain made a soft noise of approval. "Be careful of my ego, mi amor..." Could it be inflated any further??
Rhys: "Will it run away and create an entirely new entity?" He would suck the tip of Nachim's cock before he could answer, just to see what would happen.
Nachim: A sharp inhale, a tug at Rhys' hair, a curl of the toes. "It will punish you for teasing me..."
Rhys: "No such thing." Rhys closed his eyes, engrossed in his little beloved hobby.
Nachim: A breathless laugh came, "More, more..." So impatient!
Rhys: Then he would take everything, and bury his nose in Nachim's hair. He could linger, swallowing his possession with gusto. His only reason for retreating replaced the reaper's cock, lubricating his middle finger with the same leisurely pace.
"Spread your legs."
Nachim: "Si, mi amor," sighed longingly as he did as instructed. Fingers remained deep in his lover's hair every moment it was within reach. He watched with curiosity and excitement, ready for the thrilling journey they were about to embark on together.
Rhys: Lips returned between his legs. Slow kisses to his shaft traveled south, transitioning into gentle sucking of his scrotum. Just distractions as he teased his finger. Only as he returned to the tip of his cock did he push within.
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Leila stepped inside and instantly felt a chill. A quick glance around before she approached the fake library once again. This time, she took a deep breath and her hands seemed to tremble.
She felt fingers on her shoulder, the captain trying to reassure and encourage her. "We're right behind you."
The Al Basty closed her eyes for a short moment of relief. "It's behind these shelves. I just phased through it so I'm not sure the code." She whispered. "I can go in, but I have no way to bring them out."
"Force. Obviously."
"I told you, enjoy yourselves." Rhys fingered his hair back, sighed. "I'll deal with the door."
The man they sought was still upstairs. Every reason to return downstairs had been gathered for cleaning and trash. A smoke break on the couch had spared them another minute. Carl Skip remained oblivious, savoring the light-polluted sky and planning what remained of his night.
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❛ why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment? ❜ Nachim X ruby lmaoo
The she wolf looked at him a moment. A grin quickly appearing. “Because my sexy pirate friend, I know the intentions of compliments that come from your lips. You flirt and charm and play. Pretty words to make a woman swoon. Very successfully I might add. You being a notorious panty dropper makes so much sense now. Your only mistake is aiming those pretty words at panties that are only dropping for the ladies these days…..but feel free to keep going. It’s a fantastic ego boost and even if it’s not actually reeving my engine, a mellow accent is always a pleasure to listen to.”
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Hana's starter call・❥・@mournus
Hana knew he had already noticed her but that did not stop the mermaid from hugging him from behind ( or rather jumping ), waiting until the captain spoke up first. She still felt rather insecure of how to react ( around everyone ) after returning though the mermaid had noticed those she had formed a closer bond with ( the captain, Haru, Rak was a good conversation partner too ) worried when she sat there all gloomy. Eventually, she tilted her head to take a look at Nachim.
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“ we don't have to do this if you don’t want to. “ - Hana X Nachim
kiss meme | status: closed | @mournus
The problem was that she wanted to. Badly. Yet the way he had distanced himself over the past few weeks partly confused the mermaid in so many ways, she had no idea how to react anymore. Granted, her body and mind were focused on Nachim, like he was the air ( or water ) she needed to survive. Clearly unaware of the simple truth that all he wanted was for Hana to stay alive and not to succumb to some curse not meant for her. Staring down at her feet, she remained like this for a couple of minutes, then another extra minute, and another and another before she dared to look the captain in the eyes. As expected, Hana desired every bit of him she could get so within seconds, she connected her lips with his. Without a word. Without rejection.
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The flattering thoughts made Haru feel shy, they had to control their smile, not wanting fangs to slip out. The compliments gave them courage to push into the hard thing pushing against thigh. Hips rolled, cheeky, playful, hopefully seductive.
The vision of memories made it easier to avoid smiling, and made pelvic still. It felt... sad. Was this the memory his soul chose to share because it was the most important? Another life? Did Matias not like this one? Did Matias not like being with Haru?
Fingers pushed up into Matias' hair, finding a gentle grip. He would be good for his master, would not pry further, would not go too far. Fangs retreat and tongue laps over puncture holes to aid healing. The vampire nuzzled.
"Master tastes so good..."
the pressure against his arousal make him groan low and breathless. the necromancer wondered if haru knew how delectable she was, how they could rile matias up without even trying.
the comment about his taste is surprising, and somewhat a relief. he was afraid that dusty death had seeped into his veins. made him unappetizing in every way possible. "you can taste me as much as you'd like," he murmurs and nudges haru's face up so he can kiss them properly again. his hips roll up to hers, desperate for contact. it had been a while-- years-- since he had been with someone like this. his hands tease, shift under clothing to thumb at bare, milky skin. hands stopping just below the vampire's chest. "do you want me to keep going?" the necromancer questions. he doesn't want to push. doesn't want to get too ahead of himself in the heat of the moment. @mournus
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