bladeascent | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[Vildred keeps a hand on Ras' lower back to stabilize him before he goes tumbling away, like Vildred knows he might do. Ras is... really cute like this. He just wants to kiss every inch of him and listen to the sounds he makes all night.

A question comes to mind as he moves his fingers over Ras, feeling the inhuman ridges of his cock and dragging his thumb over the tip of him. He leans his head down to kiss Ras' neck, soft, delicate.]

I want to kiss... every single inch of you. Is that okay? Can I lay you down to make it easier...?

"Is that okay"... [ He laughs - or tries to. It comes out as more of a breathy set of sighs. ] Of course... I encourage it.

You will... let me know if... there is something I can do for you, too?

Yeah, but let me get you off next, alright? You just gave me head.

[He is scooping Ras and laying him down on his back, making sure to sweep Ras' long hair off to the side, where it slightly hangs off the edge of the bed. And then he crawls up between Ras' legs, realises what a compromising position this is, and goes bright fucking red.

Oh God. Ras is beautiful but he knew that, and more importantly, Ras is so fucking small that Vildred could smother him if he's not careful. Okay. Okay, okay, it's fine. He just wants to kiss and touch him everywhere to work up to the actual penetration, it's no big deal.

So he leans in. Kisses Ras' pulse lightly, trailing those fluttery marks down to his collar, to the top of his chest just before the gaping hole.

...and then for some reason his impulses overtake him and he kisses the chest rock.]

[ Ras nods, lying back easily and staying mostly still, like if he moves he's going to ruin everything somehow. He doesn't know where to put his hands in the moment, so they stay at his sides for now - or, rather, they stay there for two whole seconds, before they're reaching up to tangle in Vildred's hair the second his mouth is on his soul gem.

Ras sucks in a deep breath, arching his back immediately. Which is... not the reaction he was expecting. His soul is not fragile, nor is it soft or pliant. So then, why the hell is it sensitive like this? He supposes he's never had something as soft as skin touching it before? Perhaps it's that?

Or. Or perhaps it's just reacting this way because it's Vildred?

Regardless, Ras flusters. ] Oh... Vildred...

[This is also not the reaction Vildred was expecting. He figured it might have sensation like normal skin, that maybe it would tickle at most, that it would be kind of like kissing the middle of someone's chest normally and not be that erotic.

And then Ras arches and moans like that, and his whole brain briefly reboots.]

Is that— is that okay?

[There's a hand in his hair almost holding him in place, so he figures it must be... and considering the reaction, he doesn't think it's so wrong of him to continue kissing over every inch of the faceted surface.]

[ Ras does not necessarily need to breath, but he's feigned it for so long that he can't help but hitch his breath and heavy his stomach up and down as it picks up. ]

...It is lovely. [ He brushes his hands through Vildred's hair. ] Perfect. All of you is.

[Okay great. That means, uh.

That means he can lick across Ras' literal fucking soul, right? Bottom to top, like an ice cream pop? Because that's what he's doing. Surely this doesn't feel weird.]

[ Ras arches his back instantly, balling his hands into fists in Vildred's hair that will surely cause tangles later (sorry). Ras is not the sort to generally be loud, but in this moment, he cannot help the little whimpers, the sighs, and the wistful moans that carry Vildred's name. ]

[Okay okay okay he's got it he's doing it, he's doing the sex. Licking the surface of a crystal is... strange, in that it's largely textureless and he can't actually taste anything, like licking an ice cube that doesn't melt. But...

Ras' moans are definitely getting to him. God, he might actually get off on licking a rock. Okay cool neat neat neat awesome.

...he will keep licking it, but stick his fingers in Ras' sheathe as he does this, like earlier.]

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fucking. *heave. not heavy. I'm stupid.

no i lov u