bladeascent | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[ 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. ]

[It doesn't hurt, but sometimes when he looks in the mirror he thinks about Getting Kayron's Ass.

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.]

[ Ras hopes Vildred knows he’s pretty. He’s brought it up, albeit jokingly, before that he’s very handsome. Does he… not actually think that? If so, Ras will just have to remind him that he is everyday.

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?

[He knows he's pretty but pretty doesn't mean desirable, okay. He doesn't know. Either way he is too busy turning furiously red at how Ras looks, like oh man he just wants to stick his fingers in the sheath and see if he can coax Ras out further and— oh huh the question—]

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.]

Distracted... by me? [ That's a good thing in this context, right? He does recall when he first disrobed in front of Vildred, he had a lot of question about the hole in his chest. Specifically regarding bathing, since they were doing so at the time. "Does the water stay in there, or does it not go in or...?" Things like that. It was a curiosity, and not nearly so... What should he call this? Intimate?

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. ]

[Vildred will at least help Ras out by moving his arms in a way that makes the fabric easier to slide down them. Ras gets to now enjoy muscles. Titty, even.

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.]

[ Yeah, the pants are coming off. This, actually, distracts Ras long enough to not point out he’s against the mattress already? Like, sitting up, but still—

Anyway, with Vildred’s underwear and pants being tossed into the void, Ras is just staring at his fully erected dick now, with so many questions that suddenly rack his brain. Why does it look bigger than he remembers?? Is he hard because of Ras?

… ] What are these…? [ And he’s cupping Vildred’s balls. Sorry— ]

[It's because of Ras! Vildred looks briefly sheepish as Ras rakes his gaze over him, as if he wasn't doing the same to Ras moments earlier, and then

suddenly jolts and makes a Sound as Ras cups him. Hi—]

Th— [oh here we go, now he Really has to explain human things to Ras,] those are testicles. Or balls, or nuts, which are the slang terms. They're sensitive, so don't squeeze too hard.

[Points to Ras.]

You have them too, they're internal. Humans have them externally.

[ He supposes that makes sense. He hadn't really noticed them that much before? Maybe because Dick was not In The Air??????? Fascinating. ]

Oh, is this... the sensitive part? Not this? [ And he's just wholeass grabbing Vildred's cock, I'm so sorry, buddy. It's not too late to just shove him into the mattress- ]

Nnh—!

[No buddy the WHOLE THING is sensitive—!]

R-Ras, everything down there is sensitive— [and he has to take a breath, a real deep breath, while his cheeks turn red. Ras has no shyness whatsoever and meanwhile Vildred is still grappling with the fact he wants to put his mouth all over Ras.] Here, let me show you something...

[If Ras will let him, Vildred will grip Ras' hand and wrap his fingers around his own dick, sort of guiding his hand into a proper jerk-off. He figures showing Ras how it's done might help him learn his way around... and also it's kinda hot, sue him.]

[ Ras is, if nothing else, a very good learner. He picks up on what Vildred does fast, and he very quickly moves his hand without guidance soon after. He looks up at Vildred's face after, observing everything like he has to make sure he remembers all of this, down to the beads of sweat on Vildred's face.

"Pleasure" has always been an odd association for him. He hadn't really gotten to witness it much, between the throws of battle and war. Vildred would often be the one trying to spread joy, through his grand gestures and silly jokes. And all Ras can think is... how he wants Vildred to feel good. ]

[Vildred is feeling so good, Ras, don't even worry about it. Part of him wants to watch, part of him is grappling with being "out" so to speak and has to close his eyes, but regardless he's definitely slightly twitching his hips and sighing with his brow scrunched up.]

Y-you're doing good...

...Forgive me if this is a strange request, but... is this... something I could put in my mouth?

[ Like... he doesn't know how to explain it, he just knows there's this strange desire to Have Mouth On It. Like how instinctively some creatures figure out what things are by Put In Mouth??? Yeah. That. ]

[How did he get here. Literally told Ras he's in love with him, they're naked, he's gonna get a blowjob? How did he make it this far, what,]

I-I... yeah, that's... people do that. I don't know how well I could instruct you, since I've never done this, but.

[He hears the voice of Krau in the back of his mind, drunk and slutty and saying something Vildred would never want to think about hearing ever again, like a bad advice ghost.]

...just be careful not to use your teeth?

[ He nods, nerves suddenly pulling at him like they hadn't been before. He knows that Vildred doesn't expect much of him, or even to do a good job, but he still wants to. He didn't have a Krau to teach him anything (thank god), and he sure as fuck never had any experience with this in his millennia of existence, but...

Still, he leans in, and though his does not "breathe", Vildred will still feel heated air from his mouth hit his skin anyway as his lips draw closer. He pauses only to try and figure out how to keep his teeth to himself, but eventually just decides for right now, this is a tongue only job. He holds the base of Vildred's cock still, as he uses said tongue to run over his head a few times, testing how this feels - for both of them. ]

[He wonders if they should rearrange properly beforehand, as if he knows what "proper" is. He knows from gossip in the knights' quarters that oftentimes "on your knees" was what was said, but that seems uncomfortable and

it's too late to think about it, Ras is licking him and Vildred lets out a low moan that reverberates through his throat before he can think better of it. Yeah, they're alone on this side of the river, but... what if someone is Downstairs using the dojo. They would've heard that.

(No one is downstairs.)]

[ They would have heard that... if there was anyone else here. Alas, they are alone. Though, Ras is still not entirely sure why this sort of thing is so taboo... Private? Sure. That makes sense. He doesn't really want to share these noises Vildred is making with anyone, because he likes that they're "his". But... Vildred's expression, Vildred's sounds? They're much too nice for this to be "taboo".

When Ras finally slips Vildred into his mouth, he doesn't take a lot in. He's still feeling out the whole "don't teeth" thing. It's a lot easier than he thought it would be, though. Hallowing out his cheeks helps, and relying more on his lips and tongue to guide him further in isn't that hard. It helps that his hand hasn't moved from his base, either. He attempts to lick at his dick while it's in his mouth, but that proves to be very difficult, and just causes him to drool a lot more than he means to. Is it supposed to be this messy...? ]

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fuckin. he still isn't *UNDRESSED. ffs.

Kisses ur typo all better

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