Vildred Dayern (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bladeascent) wrote2025-09-06 05:24 pm
bladeascent) wrote2025-09-06 05:24 pm
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Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox
>man who dies in all 7 timelines
>man who dies in all 7 timelines
>man who dies in all 7 timelines
>man who dies in all 7 timelines
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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.]
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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- ]
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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]
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Careful. The animals do not like to move when they are underfoot.
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[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?
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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[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?
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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.
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[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.]
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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. ]
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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?
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...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. ]
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[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]
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[ 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?
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[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.
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
fuckin. he still isn't *UNDRESSED. ffs.
He kisses Ras' wrist as it passes, and when his hands are moved, he begins the careful work of, well. Taking Ras' pants off—]
I've gotten my fair share of them, [he imagines history must repeat itself somewhat, when a timeline loops like it has,] but it wasn't like I had anywhere to put them. I guess it's good that cut flowers are transient like that. I'd feel bad discarding a real gift, so in the end, my house wound up less full of stuff I couldn't stand to discard.
[Cut flowers simply return to the earth. If some admirer gave him a necklace or something, he'd have a really hard time getting rid of it, like, ever.
In either case: pants stolen. Ras: naked. Vildred: ...touching his inner thighs dwbi it's cool it's chill.]
Kisses ur typo all better
Once Ras’ pants are off, Vildred will learn 1) he doesn’t wear underwear, and 2) where Ras should have a dick, there is instead the opening to a sheath instead. The tip of his actual cock is current threatening to come out due to the earlier ruts against him, but has not quite gotten there yet.
Ras also… hadn’t brought up Vildred’s situation until this point, but- ] You do not… stay clothed for this, do you?
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Oh, uh. No. I was just distracted by you.
[Still rubbing the inside of Ras' thighs, even!]
Here, help me out? [He's already ditched his tie and taken his hair down, it's just a matter of... everything else.]
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He will start to help Vildred take off his top now, though. At least he knows how buttons work! So! It's coming off very quickly, because he doesn't want to be the only one clothesless here. ]
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He'll move Ras' hands down next, to the waistband of his pants. He is, uh. Hard! So. They'll be only moderately more difficult to take off, but it shouldn't be much of an issue, considering Vildred just wears Normal Pants and not like, Final Fantasy Belts Level Pants.]
Yeah, distracted by you, [he says, as they're presumably taking his pants off, unless Ras wants to try penetration with pants on in which case uhh good luck!] It's hard not to want to kind of just.
...press you into the mattress. [He has come to Feral hours.]
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