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Ras doesn't really have the time to correct himself. Rather, he meant what would lead Vildred to think Ras had been the one to tell him first, and yet, he simply goes still when Vildred shifts him. It's funny, isn't it? How the Heir of the Covenant, often coated in the blood of beasts, and with the strength and capability to take down those who match the gods, is but putty in Vildred's hands. Light and with no resistance to movement. One may say this is what makes Ras less human - his almost doll-like reactions like this. Ras would argue this is what makes him closer to human than not, though. To give all one's trust to someone they love and care for... to be able to give oneself unto another... is that not human? Certainly no god could ever do so.

Ras does not pull away when Vildred kisses him again. Though, he is also having a hard time figuring out... what to do with this? How does he kiss back when it's so... rough? This isn't just pressing their lips together. It seems to be done with intent. So, no, he definitely doesn't pull away, because he can't say he doesn't like this, but it does mean Vildred is not going to be getting a lot of response out of the turning-rapidly-into-a-tomato Heir of the Covenant. ]

Edited 2025-11-25 06:56 (UTC)

[Vildred is learning things about intimacy today.

1. It may have been better to let Ras stand on his own before doing this, instead of being supported largely by Vildred's weight pressing the other to the wall and his tail acting as a sturdy brace underneath Ras' ass.
2. Because he did not let Ras stand up, that means there are legs around his hips, and he decides in that moment that he really likes how Ras' legs feel around his hips.
3. Kissing deeply like this is a gateway drug to wanting to kiss along Ras' pulse in ways that would maybe, he thinks, make even Krau blush. (It would not do this, if Vildred knew the things Krau got up to it would be him accusing the blonde of blasphemy instead of the other way around.)

Vildred breaks their kiss almost breathlessly, realising quickly the error of his ways. He wants to kiss Ras in ways the nuns and priests and general populace of Orbis haven't. He wants to kiss Ras in ways that Flamebringer at the bar certainly did, but with more emphasis on the romance and less on the hedonism. Or maybe more accurately, Vildred wants to be the most romantic hedonist on the planet.

...right. He was demonstrating the answer to Ras' question.]

—they kissed like this.

[He blurts, sudden, remembering himself.]

That's part of what has me so convinced.

[ This is. Something he probably shouldn't be doing. Not because it's "wrong" or whatever nonsense of "sin" the churches warn about, but because... he truly won't let Vildred go if this continues like this. Perhaps he's already reached that point. Perhaps Ras is afraid these absolutely abhorrent feelings of selfishness and neediness are something to worry about, rather than feed like he's doing. He cannot help it, though. Where would he be without Vildred? Would he care at all? Would he be the holy beacon that wanted to save humanity, if Vildred were the one to remind him of his love for them?

He cannot, will not let Vildred go. At this point, he would sooner let Orbis burn.

He does not try to correct Vildred. He does not try to correct his thinking, in asking why he thought Ras was the one to speak out first, but rather, he just stares at Vildred's flushed face and observes the hitch in his breath with a disgusting fascination. He eventually reaches his hand out to gingerly touch his cheek. ]

...Do that again? [ It is a question, since he doesn't want to upset Vildred. ]

["Upset"? No no. He's raking his gaze over Ras in a way that's new to both of them, akin to a parched man staring at a bottle of water. Something in the nervous twitch in his tail says want, desire, and the careful scrrtch of his dragon claws against the wall say restraint. Ras asks to be kissed again, and Vildred obliges immediately, not having much of an idea of what he's doing other than what he saw earlier.

It does not stop curious hands from moving to hold Ras up by the combined strength of hands under his ass and hips pressing the Heir of the Covenant himself into the cold plaster of the wall. Redoubled effort. Completely unnecessary amounts of effort here.

Ras is getting his mouth licked into. Terribly sorry, apparently Vildred's gay awakening has snapped something Else awake in his brain.]

[ Ras has never weighed much. Likely a strategic decision on Diche's part - taking less damage from falls and needing basically no magic at all to float. It means that for Vildred, it's not hard to keep him up. Between his support and the wall, and maybe a little bit of floatiness from Ras, it's easy to pay less attention to hoisting Ras and more on the kiss itself. That said, though, Ras does take the time to properly wrap his legs around Vildred the moment he starts to lick into Vildred's mouth.

He's a lot more confident about trying things this time. He still isn't sure what he's doing, but he opens his mouth when prompted without hesitation, and meets Vildred's tongue with his own. It's... messy, he thinks. It's also very warm, though? His own mouth is relatively warm, too, with a sort of viscous "saliva", but it's not nearly as warm as, say, his soul gem is. His hands, now on Vildred's shoulders, rub little circles into his skin. ]

Edited 2025-11-26 00:49 (UTC)

[Neither of them know what they're doing and that's why they're perfect for each other. Vildred is going to make out with his boyfriend he got 5 minutes ago or die trying. Realistically they should move off of the wall, but. Uh.

What if (hear him out) they didn't do that and Vildred instead stood there wondering why Ras' legs fit so perfectly around his hips?

He'll have to part for air eventually, though. He has not figured out to breathe through kissing like that quite yet, and he wonders if he really needs to at all. (Yes, you do, please breathe.)

Still, something — he isn't sure what — compels him to duck his head down and find Ras' pulse with his lips, kissing along the sensitive skin. Ras may not have a proper heart, not in the human way, but he swears he can feel something like a heartbeat under the thin skin to kiss along anyway. This is so beyond anything he watched their past-selves do, so this is no longer a demonstration and more of a...

..."Vildred's being a little horny". Yeah.]

[ Please do not die while making out-

Realistically, Ras could keep his legs wrapped around him even if they moved to the couch/bed/etc. However, it isn't like Ras can 1) read minds, or 2) speak right now. He isn't concerned about his position, he is simply focused on their kissing. Which feels... incredible. He has been kissed by the priests and other devoted church members of Diche's churches, but it's never really been... uh, like this? Never on his mouth, for starters, and certainly not more than a couple seconds max. Ras was never meant to do anything, either! So he's had absolutely no preparation for something like this. Perhaps Vildred understands that much, though? It isn't like he's unaware of Ras' inexperience.

When he pulls away to kiss along his neck, Ras attempts to squirm just a little, but finds any attempt to do so is unintentionally rubbing against Vildred in turn. Uh. Whoops! Okay, no more of that, then- ]

[You fool, neither of them were ready to discover this tonight. And here they are!! Here they are making out against a wall and here Vildred is leaving little bite marks despite telling himself to chill, which super is not helped by Ras suddenly rocking against him, intentionally or not.

Hey real quick Ras he needs you to ignore the noise he made—]

S. Sorry, hold on.

[He is scooping Ras again, this time to move off the wall and largely maintain the same position but with his tail looping up around Ras' back for extra support, as Vildred starts walking off to their room and

kisses Ras on the way?? ??? vildred can you pay attention to where you're walking]

[ He will not be ignoring that noise, tyvm. In fact, he thinks he liked it? Unless that was a noise of pain, but he doesn't think so. He does pull away in the middle of one of their kisses, brushing on of his hands through Vildred's hair. ]

Careful. The animals do not like to move when they are underfoot.

Mmhmm.

[He says, trying to go right back to the kisses before he sees Clawde ahead and just... opts to not walk blindly anymore as he squeezes past the dandelion cub. Into their bedroom they go, and after careful contemplation, Vildred just

decides to press Ras into the mattress and climb on top of him????]

You'll tell me if I do something you don't like, right?

[ He cannot help the small laugh at both Vildred's question and their positions as a whole. They had always been physically affectionate with one another, but this feels... surreal. Vildred knows the things he's done, Vildred knows he isn't the perfect being the humans thought, Vildred knows that he's clumsy and not very bright. And yet, he's still... ]

You always ask me to speak my opinions, do you not? Now would be no different.

[ His legs are still wrapped around Vildred, though a little more loose now that they're against the bed. ]

,..Though, I highly doubt any time spent with you is something I would not like.

Right. I just...

[Vildred pauses briefly to reach back and pull his hair tie out, and with that now out of his way, he starts undoing his tie with one hand too. Ras has a front row seat to this before Vildred puts both items aside and then goes back to hovering over the other man.]

...I don't want to do something to you that'll cause you harm in any way.

[He knows the gist of what he wants to do — hard not to at least have an instinctual idea, he doesn't live under a rock — but executing it... And Ras liking it too? He has to make sure.]

[ Another laugh, this time making him reach up to smoosh Vildred's cheeks together gently. ]

I highly doubt you will, but even if you do, I promise to let you know. If anything, you will have to be the one asking you what I am supposed to do here. This is... very new to me. I... I am sure you know that, though.

Edited 2025-11-26 10:38 (UTC)

I also don't really know what I'm doing.

[Obviously. He has ideas. More than Ras has, because Ras didn't grow up around gossipy knights who would spend their time in the barracks talking about the head they got. Vildred wouldn't say he got irritated with that talk, but he definitely was the sort to get up from the table when it veered into raunchy territory.

He presses their hips together, a little sharply, a little needy.]

Do you trust me?

[ Well, it's not the first time the two of them had learned something together. Or even been physical with one another, realistically.

Ras clings a little tighter to Vildred as their hips collide. Ohhhh fuck, okay, so that's what that feels like- Ras lets out a contented sigh. ]

With... my life and soul, Vildred. There is no other I trust more than you.

Then... let me take care of you, okay?

[It seems silly to say when they're both on a relatively even playing field, but here he is. And now he has to commit to it for real now, not that him backing out was ever a concern, but now his pride is on the line. He has to deliver.

Kissing his neck and slipping his hands under the fabric of Ras' shirt to feel how soft his skin is seems like a good enough start. They'll, uh, work up to the cage that protects his gemstone shortly.]

[ There is still a hesitancy to Ras that he can’t quite pinpoint. He doesn’t understand these feelings that seem to weigh on him. Ras is generally very simple when it comes to these things. Happy, sad, anger, fear, love. It wasn’t often he branched off from those. But now there’s something that settles in his stomach — or lack thereof. It feels somewhat akin to the guilt of not telling the others about the resets, but more… vague?

He does not plan to stop Vildred, of course. He thinks maybe he’s just worried because he doesn’t want to mess anything up because he’s new at this! Clearly it’s because he wants Vildred to have a good time with him and nothing else. It’s definitely not that lingering guilt that he was created to stop a war he’s failed to stop for a world loved far more by Vildred himself than Ras realistically does. Vildred has asked him before, how important saving Orbis was to him. It was Ras’ first and only lie — spurred on purely by Diche’s love of Orbis.

“I’d give everything to protect it.”

He would not. He could not. If he loses Vildred, he would sooner burn Orbis himself to get him back.

He doesn’t say anything that swims in his head, though. Instead, he just seems to mostly stay still, with just a small nod of acknowledgement to his request. ]

Edited 2025-11-28 22:11 (UTC)

[...hmmm.

Vildred rolls his hips into Ras once, firm, almost demanding his attention in a way that his joking tone does not.]

What's on your mind?

[Surely nothing too existential, haha—]

Do you think you'd mind helping me undress you?

[ The rut snaps him out of it, at least. Enough so that sharply inhales. He wants to pull Vildred in closer with a squeeze of his legs, but he lets him go so that it's not going to be harder to take his shorts off. ]

...There is not anything... socially unacceptable about doing it as I usually do, is there? [ No, Ras, you don't have to give the man a strip tease. ]

No, no, [he laughs, careful hands reaching to undo buttons where he can find them,] but you have the cage on, and I don't know how you'd remove it.

[He wants to kiss the soul gem, please please please he thinks it would be so romantic to kiss the soul gem,]

You can show me how, and then we can streamline it next time? [NEXT TIME]

Oh, of course. I guess I had not removed it in front of you before? [ It's... a question, since obviously Ras has undressed in front of Vildred before. Mostly because Vildred has had to teach him about bathing and hot springs and saunas and various other things that required it before, when he still wasn't Humaning(tm) very well. ] It is part of the armored shirt... so it comes off with the latches at the back.

[ He gently coaxes Vildred to sit up just a smidge so Ras can hoist himself off the bed a little and help remove his robes. And shawl. And belt. And- ]

...Ain will probably have clothes with less pieces for me in the future. I apologize. Can you get to the latches now?

You haven't, no. You, uh, didn't wear it in your other form, I think?

[Not like he was looking under Ras' clothes to Verify. But now that he can reach, he'll nod and start undoing the latches. Thankfully it's easy enough to undo, though he wonders how naked Ras must feel without the wires criss-crossing over his gem. Ras stated clearly that he trusts Vildred, but Vildred can't help wondering if he might break something just by simply wanting to stick his fingers into the chest cavity like a freak and touching...

He's not sure where this idea is coming from, but something feral and stupid in his brain is saying "touch it". Touching another man's soul is romantic, right?

The tip of his tail starts wagging, growing more and more obvious in its excitement as he starts to fully undress Ras. Vildred himself remains dressed, distracted by how soft Ras' skin is against his fingertips, how fragile the other man feels when Vildred's far larger hands settle onto the crest of Ras' hips.

Ohhhh Goddess he's so sorry for what he's about to do to your creation.]

You are, [he swallows thickly, focused on the curve of exposed collarbone and wondering how far he could sink his teeth into it before Ras stops him,] so, so beautiful.

[ This... actually catches Ras off guard. It isn't as if he hadn't received compliments from people before or anything. But, for starters, it was usually something about his radiance, or his bravery, or his kindness, or something along those lines. Some of the caretakers would comment on the silkiness of his hair or the flawlessness of his skin, but the off-putting clearness of his eyes would often dissuade people from outright calling him "pretty". Inn folk who thought he wouldn't hear had compared them to that of a dead fish before. So it is a little surprising to hear.

But the thing that actually shocks him is the fact that this is coming from Vildred. Is this... something he's always thought about regarding Ras? He seems so genuine about it...??? Is this just feelings he'd kept to himself or... is this just what "love" does to humans????? He isn't unhappy to hear these words, of course, but if he truly had thought this about Ras this whole time... he feels foolish for not confiding his affections in him sooner.

His expression does not change much, but his whole face gets just a touch pinker. ]

I... should be the one to say that about you.

[It's hard not to think Ras is the prettiest thing on the planet. Vildred is just, well, dumb about it. Historically. Idle fingertips drag down Ras' thighs, tracing soft skin, wanting to memorize the smoothness. Holy shit he is So Soft.]

I don't know if you'll say that when you see all the scars.

[Oh, but he has before. In another timeline, when the two of them used to bathe together, when Ras was feeling even less human than he does now and Vildred took pity on the mud and leaves buried in his hair and so earnestly asked, Let me help you. Back then, Vildred was maybe a bit less scarred-up than he is now, but still.

Ras has seen them. Ras already knows the particular scar over his hip from a dodge gone awry, the ones on his back from where a monster tried to cut him down and failed, the rounder puncture scars on his upper arms and the thinner ones lacing his torso. For Vildred, though, it's a first.

And he STILL isn't dressed.]

[ This prompts fingers to gently touch the scar across Vildred’s face. It’s healed nicely since he’s been here. It’s likely not hurting anymore, either. Hopefully. ]

I do not find scars to take away from your beauty. I am sure I am not the only one to think this, either. In my world, you received flowers often from many an admirer. You not oft kept them, but that proves I am not the only one who notices, surely?

[ His hand lingers for just a moment more, before he then moves his hands to the Vildred’s, guiding him up to the band of Ras’ pants. ]

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