weird magics

[sleepkiss]

inspired by the sex + magic meme
druid type hunt family magic -> courting a little apple

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[sleepkiss]

A shiver runs down his spine at those kisses against his skin. It doesn't matter if Rook seeks out a sensitive spot or not; being so completely and thoroughly new to this made it so easy for Epel to be sensitive in most spots, even if he did squirm a little bit more when Rook's kisses manage to press into certain areas, eliciting the tiniest of gasps from him.

Nervous fingers pull at shirt buttons, undoing a few of them slowly. "And... and......" He can't complete that sentence, those words hitting him and sending another wave of embarrassment through him. "No-- was I supposed to?" It wasn't like Rook was obvious!! He looks at everyone with so much adoration and-- and really, Epel was convinced he was in love with Vil! So! He overlooked anything that might confirm that these feelings went two ways!!!

"I-- I want--.... ugh, I don't want to say it, that's so embarrassing!"

[beauman]

Oh, it's too easy. Such soft skin under his lips, just beggingto be tasted..... Rook's kisses turn hungrier, sucking and nibbling at Epel's neck as a gloved hand sneaks under the younger man's shirt. He'd rather get Epel more worked up before he bothers with buttons, make the wait to get freed from his clothes that much harder to bear--he's barely even begun to admit to how much he'd thought about having Epel in his arms.

They've already got such a promising start, after all. Is it really that embarrassing, knowing how much he's adored? Admitting to his own feelings and desires? He'd thought he'd been clear enough in how fond he is of Epel, at least..... "Would it be easier to show me, instead?"

[sleepkiss]

All these new sensations for him have Epel squirming in Rook’s lap. His head tilts to offer him more room against his neck, the sensitive skin there. He makes a soft noise, finding it impossible to avoid those little noises from bubbling up and slipping past his lips. That hand under his shirt, too. Gloved or not, it felt so vulnerable to have someone touching his body so directly.

No, he’s not going to say what he wants. Not directly, at least. The idea of using his body, to show Rook what he wants, is almost worse than using his words. Epel grumbles something unintelligible, shaking his head. “… I just want you. Saying or showing are both equally nerve wracking…!” Epel complains, lightly, as he adjusts his position atop Rook.

“I’d rather you show me what you’ve thought about before.” He turns it right back into Rook that way, partially without putting it all on himself at all. “I… If I have to choose one… I’ve thought about similar things, you know? Being laid bare for you,” He’s trying his best to keep this up, to match the energy he’s brought on all by himself, but Seven, he’s getting so flustered, so focused on those new sensations.

”… bein’ claimed by you, in every possible way…” Comes the little mumble, barely audible, through this little gasps and quiet noises.

[beauman]

Rook at least has the grace not to laugh at poor Epel's embarrassment, but that doesn't stop him from an entirely too self-satisfied smile while his face is hidden. Who wouldn't be pleased, earning such charming little sounds and squirms? Or getting someone so worked up that the very idea of expressing their desires is too overwhelming to confront? Ah, how brightly they must burn! Anyone should feel flattered, knowing they're the object of such passions. "Ah, it seems our thoughts really did run in the same direction! I would be glad to show you, in that case."

It's all the warning Epel gets, before Rook obediently moves to claim him as bidden. Soft kisses are replaced by a sudden, powerful bite, teeth sinking into one of those tender places he'd so diligently sought out only minutes ago. A harsh sucking kiss follows immediately after, to leave his mark and stake his claim--along with his other gloved hand sneaking under the waistband of Epel's pants, curling around his balls to give them a gentle but pointed squeeze. Is this a good enough start, or shall he work even harder to make sure that Epel knows just how fully he intends to make him his?

[sleepkiss]

Nothing could have prepared him for that. Yes, his own hands are working at the buttons of Rook's shirt, trying to free more and more of him to touch, to explore, but they still almost immediately as that sudden bite is clamping down against him. He gasps out, ending in a whine, as his body trembles with the sudden harshness to the affection, the sudden pain that it blossoms within. On that note, it wasn't a pain he disliked, either.

Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.

Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.