Her moan is borderline criminal. How is he supposed to think straight when she's making such stunning noises? He meets her gaze and it's probably a mistake, both of them panting softly, eyes hooded and full of desire.
He has to clear his throat before speaking.] It would have been preferable, yes. I assure you, mademoiselle, this is far from how I would choose to go about this.
[He tilts his head slightly at her soft laughter, unsure which part of what she'd said was a joke, if anything.
He swallows thickly, feeling similarly mortified. The clothing he had been able to find isn't his usual style but it'd been workable. He doesn't know what they're called, but he's basically in track pants. They're thin and his own body's reaction is becoming much more visible and obvious, the bulge in his pants quite substantial.]
We may be trapped here unless we... comply. These ropes are infused with magic and have fairly obvious intentions.
[Oh, the name she'd given him was surprisingly appropriate, wasn't it. With the ropes binding her legs so tightly it had bunched her dress up around her hips in such a way that it was very hard not to notice his growing interest, and Aerith would have bet her last gil that he wasn't even fully hard yet.
It made it so much harder not to squirm just thinking about it, as every shift of her hips made it rub against her and she had to swallow around a lump in her throat so she didn't sound too flustered when she spoke. The least she could do was offer him a lopsided smile, even as the flush on her sun-freckled cheeks darkened to dust the tips of her ears and her neck.]
Don't worry, I figured you weren't the type for that. Um...
[She glanced down, trying not to fidget or squirm as the warmth of him beneath her scattered her thoughts, her fingers toying with a loose curl of her hair.]
Well, I mean, if you're okay with that sort of thing. I wouldn't want to do anything you weren't okay with. I'm...I'm Aerith, by the way.
[If felt wrong not to tell him her name, especially if they were going to have to get intimate with each other just to slip out of the ropes. Flirtatious she might be, but the idea of doing something with a total stranger and walking it off to never speak about it again didn't feel right with her.]
You may call me Neuvillette. And... I fear we may have little choice in the matter.
[The way the rope had tied around his legs, tightly around his thigh and hips, meeting between his legs to thread up his back. Every time she moved, it pulled and ground the ropes against him.
He shifts slightly, his fingers brushing her thigh. It's not the most ideal position to have his arm tied in, but it would allow him to move their clothing out of the way if they opted for that route.]
I must forewarn you, I am not entirely human. I would not want anything to surprise or alarm you.
I'd say it's nice to meet you if we were in slightly different circumstances. Even so, I'd feel bad if you weren't into ladies or something and we were stuck like this.
[Her arm was getting tired keeping her lifted off him, sinking down to pillow her cheek on the back of hand. It's easier to tell when his touch surprises a small shiver out of her.
Oh! Well, that answered that question.
She'd bit back the surprised gasp at the last second, but her eyebrows rose at his words.]
You're not? Well, I don't see how that would be a problem? You aren't the first handsome guy I've known that wasn't fully human, and you seem really nice. I'm not fully human either, so it should be fine.
Indeed. This circumstance leaves much to be desired.
[He tilts his head slightly, not seeming to understand what she means.] If I wasn't... into ladies? [What she's trying to say obviously isn't clicking to him.
She sinks down slightly and he feels the ropes shifting and adjusting, the friction of the ropes across his hips draws a low groan from him that he can't quite hold back. He shuts his eyes to focus on remaining still until the ropes stop winding tighter, relaxing slightly as he opens his eyes again, trying to keep his breath quiet and even.]
Good. That's a relief. [He idly moves his thumb, rubbing her thigh.]
Oh! I mean if you weren't attracted to women, either romantically or physically. Some people get uncomfortable with the thought of being intimate with girls, and I didn't want to make you upset.
[Her nose scrunches.]
Hmm, I mean more uncomfortable than you probably already are, that is.
[Not that she can talk, as his groan and the way he touches her sends a hot shiver through her. Biting her lip, she has to duck her head, hiding behind her bangs so he doesn't see how much it affected her.]
[He was aware that partnerships could sometimes be formed between a pairing outside of a man and a woman but he hadn't ever delved very deeply into human courtship and partnership. In his mind, this occurred simply when one person met another whom they liked. He didn't realize that for some that excluded one gender or another.]
Well, our discomfort here is shared. As you've said, this situation is less than ideal for a first meeting.
[He's quiet for a moment, thumb still moving before he eases his hand up her thigh slightly.] Good. I don't have any experience with... pleasuring others. You may touch me as well.
Mmhmm, everyone's a little different that way, I've found. Some people are even more comfortable with groups of partners, it's a pretty wide range.
[He's so serious, she can't help but chuckle a little.]
Clearly I'll have to make it up to you so it ends on a good note, huh? Ah
[her breath hitched as his hand drifted higher, hips instinctively rocking towards the touch before she can catch herself.]
Well, the good news is, technically I'm not either. Besides, everyone's a little different, so it's a new experience each time. Let me know if something's uncomfortable, okay? That's the last thing I'd want.
[Lifting her chin enough to free up her hand, she bowed her head a second time to press a soft kiss against his throat, her hand stroking his side.]
Has anyone told you how pretty your hair and eyes are?
Are they? I would very much like to have a proper discussion about this with you sometime. Perhaps over tea.
[Sometime when he can actually focus on what she's saying. These are good things to know and understand and no one has really spoken so openly about this topic with him before.
Her hips rock toward his touch. What he sees as eagerness emboldens him. He slips his hand further, long fingers easily sliding under her panties. He inquisitively runs his fingers over her, exploring, curious to feel how slick she is.
He tilts his head back with a soft exhale as her lips brush his neck.] I've received some compliments on my hair but I think most find my eyes unnerving... thank you though. Your eyes are quite beautiful as well. They remind me of the sea. [He tilts his head to catch her lips, trying to entice her into a kiss.]
[Her smile shows in the sound of her voice and she giggles softly, nuzzling into the pale column of his throat. Aerith hadn't been exaggerating when she'd called him pretty, as even though she'd known many gorgeous people, his handsome face and strange eyes were lovely in a way she couldn't really describe. Slivery blue hair slips through her fingers as she combs his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers as she kissed a path up his throat to his jaw.
Just in time for a shudder to lock her in place as she moaned, her hips rocking towards his hand. Aerith would have been embarrassed to admit her panties were already wet, her folds slick enough that it would have been easy to slip his fingers inside. When she speaks again her words sound more than a little breathless, her smile turning lopsided.]
I don't know why! It's not like you're scary, just a little different is all. But thank you, I always liked the green color...
[She was already leaning in to meet him, cradling the back of his head in her hand as her eyes fell shut, pressing her lips to his with an almost innocent sort of gentleness. Like a young lady attempting to kiss a sleeping prince to break a curse rather than someone intending to press the advantage of their current situation.]
[She rocks her hips forward causing his fingers to easily slip into her, though he opts to explore her folds before truly slipping his fingers into her. Biologically, he understands how human copulation should work, so he aims to mimic penetration, assuming it must feel pleasurable. It's somewhat obvious that he's new to this and trying to discover what movements she responds favorably to.]
I'm glad you don't think so. [He sighs the words, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on responding appropriately.
He doesn't need to though when their lips meet. He returns the gentle kiss, content with the soft warmth behind it. His curiosity gets the better of him though, parting his lips to slip his tongue tentatively against her lips, wanting to taste her.]
[Even with the uncertainty in his touch, his fingers do feel good, and Aerith was more than content to let him explore at his own pace. It wasn't as if she was in any particular rush outside of wanting to get loose of the ropes, after all. Though the ropes in question bound her so tightly that they groaned whenever her hips twitched toward his fingers when they brushed past her clit. Honestly it was more of a tease like this, unable to do much more than let him do as he pleased.
True, she had one hand free, but where would be the fun in just shoving his hand where it felt best when she could let him discover it himself?
Better yet was rewarding his curiosity, practically purring as his fingers skirted her entrance only for him to pull a soft gasp from her when they did sink in. The hand in his hair gripped the nape of his neck tighter than she'd meant to in that instant, and though her grip was still nowhere as tight as any warrior's could be, she still gentled her hold on him as soon as she could, her murmured apology muffled by the kiss.
One that she more than happily let him deepen, her lips parting for him easily.]
[For all his inexperience, Neuvillette is incredibly attentive and a quick learner, seeming to pick up and lean into every little gasp, every tremble that runs up her thighs. He quickly seems to hone in on what she likes.
He begins a rhythm to thrust two long fingers into her, keeping his palm pressed close so she can still grind against him. His own hand, however, isn't providing enough resistance for himself. The angle isn't right and his rocking hips are meeting nothing.
He groans into the kiss, drawing her closer. Finding the firmer hold on his hair strangely enjoyable. Why something like having his hair pulled should feel good is a little confusing but wrapped up in the moment, he doesn't have time to question it. Instead, he just pushes hungrily into the kiss.]
So far, Neuvillette's expression has remained steadfastly neutral but her claim has him raise an eyebrow ever so slightly.
"Two dragons? And they allow you to ride them?" He repeats, more for himself than for any clarification, "The dragons where I'm from are not so plentiful... nor so tame."
Indeed, they're more like gods than just another creature that exists in the world.
He looks at her a moment at her question, pale pupils seeming to look through her as he considers how much to tell her. In the end, he sees no reason for secrecy here, not that he's all that secretive back in Fontaine.
"I am also a dragon," He admits flatly, "Albeit in a human body. A predominantly human body."
โYou have dragons where youโre from?โ Violet perked up at that because she wasnโt expecting that at all. So many questions flooded through her head like what colours and types and were they anything like the dragons she knew? It was on her lips to ask all the questions and explain that Tairn let her ride him but Andarna was much too young when Neuvillette went on to say that he was a dragon.
Violetโs eyes went wide with surprise before she looked down at his lap. If one wanted to piss off a dragon in her world you look them in the eyes or speak to another riderโs dragon. Violet prayed to Zihnal, the God of Luck, that this dragon couldnโt breathe fire and incinerate her.
โYouโre a dragon? In a human bodyโฆ how is that possible?โ Even Andarna who was still so young was bigger than Violet was.
"Very few these days, but yes, there are," Again, he couldn't imagine any of them allowing themselves to be ridden. Now a vishap... no, despite being smaller and weaker than dragons, Neuvillette very much doubted any vishap would cooperate with a human.
"A predominantly human body. But your guess would be as good as my own as to how or why I was reborn as I am. It's a question I ask myself often," He muses.
It doesn't escape his notice the way she'd immediately averted her gaze. Was it reverence? Whatever the reason, it's unnecessary, "If you no longer wish to participate, I understand."
โWhen you say predominantlyโฆ that explains your eyes, ears, and colouringโฆโ Now that she knew Violet could see the similarity of Neuvilletteโs eyes to Tairnโs gold eyes. Risking it, Violet lifted her head and peaked up, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking back down.
โCan you breathe fire? Or have claws?โ He hadnโt said anything or seemed to get angry when she was looking him in the eyes so maybe it was safeโฆ Violet wasnโt sure she wanted to risk it.
His own eyes are certainly distinct. The slitted pupils would be enough but they're a pale array of violets and purples that darken to the outline of a silver pupil.
His expression remains unchanged though something about it now gave the impression of subdued amusement at her questions.
"I am what people refer to as a hydro dragon. I cannot breathe fire, though I can create and control water. And," He turns his hand to display his fingernails, impeccably manicured and kept short, though it looks like they might naturally grow into points, "I try to keep them well maintained.
The dragons you rode, did they both have a pyro affinity?"
โA hydro dragonโฆโ Violet couldnโt help herself, she looked up again to meet Neuvilletteโs eyes before she studied him quickly. The blues in his hair, the violet in his eyesโฆ Violet could see it. After a quick study she looked down again.
โYes. Well yes and no. Train can breathe fire but Andarna is just a youngling and canโt breathe fire yey. She will when she gets older. Can you breathe underwater?โ It was one of the many questions that had popped into Violetโs head because she was curious. She couldnโt help herself. A water dragon! This was exciting.
"I see. And they are... the size of horses? Or larger?" They sound like vishaps to him At least, that's the word they use for them. Pyro attuned vishaps that will, potentially, one day, become true dragons.
"I can, yes," He says with a nod. Honestly, it seems she prefers their current conversation to whatever else they were intended them to be doing, but he's completely content with this course of events as well.
"Do all the dragons in your world breathe fire?" He asks, wondering if perhaps that specific kind of dragon has made some pact with humans. It wasn't unheard of.
โTairn is huge.โ There was a smile on Violetโs face now along with pride in her voice. โBigger than any other dragon except for Codagh while Andarna is only a couple of feet taller than me. But she is a youngling and will grow.โ
They were exchanging information and talking about dragons. That subject alone had Violet distracted from the intended purpose of the room. She still couldnโt believe that she was talking to a water dragon who was openly offering information.
โYes. They all breathe fire. If you are a hydro dragon does that mean there are other elemental dragons where you come from?โ
He's curious what 'huge' means but the likelihood that their worlds share something as specific as forms of measurement is unlikely. It sounds like Andarna is roughly the size of a small vishap though. It gives him some context at least.
"Curious that they all have an affinity for fire.
And... yes," He answers reluctantly, "There are very few beings who would be considered dragons in Teyvat. Once they were plentiful, but no longer. I know of only a few dragons aside from myself. Of those, none are fire. But yes, there are one or two dragons of other elements who yet live - geo, anemo, dendro. Much more plentiful are what we call vishaps. They are young but could one day evolve into a true dragon. They are prevalent in many elements. I believe we would call both of your dragons vishaps. Certainly, Andarna, though I'm unsure about Tairn."
Neuvillette is, indeed, very familiar with making polite conversation. He'd generally been saved from having to be overly personable during official functions because Furina enjoyed loud theatrics, but he'd nonetheless be required to make small talk.]
Ming Yi. It's a pleasure. [His response is almost mechanical.
He's a little surprised the man offers him some of his tea, but pleased regardless.] Thank you.
I am no expert on teas either. [He raises the cup delicately and takes a small sip.] Some kind of black tea, I believe. [It's strong but not unenjoyable and certainly preferable to the wine.]
[ Ming Yi agrees simply enough before lifting his chopsticks again to refill his plate with pieces of crispy, roasted duck. He himself isn't enough of a tea connoisseur to be certain what the blend may be comprised of, if it's anything familiar to him at all. It wouldn't be the least bit surprising if it wasn't. ]
The wine is brewed by the owner, but the tea could have come from anywhere.
A server comes out of the kitchen, not the chef herself, but the food is undoubtedly still cooked by her, and the plate of dumplings he'd ordered is set down. The portions are large, the plate almost heaped with dumplings. They smell divine but he doubts he can eat them all.]
[ Ming Yi nods gratefully before taking two and adding them to his own plate. ]
Thank you.
[ Despite his initial assessment, Neuvillette isn't bad at all. Ming Yi stuffs his face like he hasn't eaten all week, and his attention seems almost entirely devoted to the task. If neither he nor Neuvillette drink the alcohol, it isn't as though Ming Yi will struggle to carry it out with him and give it to someone who will be more than happy to drink it.
He's only here for the food himselfโand any information. ]
Have you been here very long?
[ They already knew each other's name. This was a fair place as any to start. ]
[He watches Ming Yi for a long moment, focused on his hand and the chopsticks, which is also the utensil he's been provided with. He's never used them before though he's seen some visitors to Fontaine use them once or twice. He eyes the dumplings, wondering how much of an impropriety it would be to eat them with his fingers.
After a moment, he does pick the chopsticks up, but struggles to copy how Ming Yi is holding them.]
Might I implore you for some help? I'm afraid I'm unused to using a utensil like this. How does one-? [He tries to prop them in his hand like Ming Yi has but isn't quite managing.]
Not long at all. A few hours? It seems many of us have very recently arrived. In fact, they seem ill-prepared for so many of us.
[ Oh. Ming Yi looks up, watching Neuvillette's hand struggle to properly hold the chopsticks almost like a small child that's only now moving on from being fed by their parent.
Somehow, it hadn't yet occurred to Ming Yi that beings from other realms wouldn't be familiar with common utensilsโthe idea is so ridiculous, that it makes the entire situation somehow more believable for it.
With a silent sigh, Ming Yi slips off his chair and circles around to stand beside Neuvillette and carefully take his hand in his own cold, slender hands to adjust his grip. At least, unlike a small child, the length of the chopsticks shouldn't be a problemโand unlike a small, needy sibling, Ming Yi feels assured that this isn't a ploy for attentionโbut regardless, the task feels not much different from once again helping a little sibling.
And he doesn't like to imagine the feeling of being at a loss of how to feed oneself and resorting to just using one's own hands instead.
While shifting Neuvillette's fingers into place, he responds: ]
That's true. Half the people I've spoken have said the same.
[ Does he have it now? Ming Yi wonders, then pulls his hands back. ]
The rest don't remember how long it's been. We may be the first new guests in a long time.
[and then i got covid >_< it's been a week, i tell you. sorry for the delay!
Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]
[ ooc: Nooo! ;o; I hope the rest of the year goes up from there!! No more sickness... ;; ]
[ Satisfied that Neuvillette seems to be maneuvering the chopsticks decently enough, Ming Yi steps out of his space and returns to his own seat (and his own plate). ]
Chopsticks. [ He answers simply, then looks up at Neuvillette's explanation, and, with a somewhat despondent look in his eyes, thinks that it's rather fortunate to be eating food that only requires one, two utensils at most. ] The ones that you eat with only come in a single size; the larger ones are for cooking.
If we ever meet at a restaurant with the cutlery you're familiar with, you'll need to teach me the same.
[ And perhaps that will be quite the feast, to accommodate so many pieces of cutlery.
The other subject, however, is more concerning. ]
It is odd. [ Though his eyes fall to Neuvillette's hand and watch as he transfers the dumplings to his plate, and watching him succeed, he feels mildly glad for his companion. It turns out that one doesn't forget being an older brother. It would be embarrassing to praise a grown man, however. ] I'm not sure where this is myself. That itself may still be outside of our understanding...
A very pragmatic name. [He approves. And, as he slowly gets the hang of maneuvering them, he can appreciate how easy they are to maneuver, like an extension of one's fingers.] Only one size? Although saying so may earn me the ire of those who are fond of ceremony, I would much prefer one size of utensil rather than the complicated system of what one can use with which course.
[Neuvillette glances over at his new acquaintance before giving him a nod.] It would be my pleasure. I hope there is an opportunity to do so.
[Which brings them back to just how long they'll be stuck here. It's quite the predicament.] I have been to other realms before, places outside of... of existence? Or perhaps outside of the normal plane of existence. This does strike me as something similar. But knowing that isn't at all helpful in solving how to leave, I'm afraid.
As far as problems that can be solved... I am curious. I enjoy soup... but surely you don't use chopsticks for liquids.
[Neuvillette feels his pulse begin to race as the man crouches and slips under the table with seeming grace and ease. The feeling of excitement and anticipation is still relatively novel to him. Shifting the tablecloth every so slightly, he's able to see through a small crack, slipping a hand under the table to brush Jing Yuan's hair back from his face, eager to see it as the man settles closer.
He shifts, slumping in his seat far more than he ever would so that he can spread his legs to give the man ample room, sighing softly at the light touches to his calf and knee.]
['Please, don't stop.' There doesn't need to be any more encouragement than that. It makes his stomach flutter with excitement, weak to a little bit of perceived praise. Jing Yuan sighs against the other man's thigh in return, his lashes fluttering in pleasure as the hair is tucked out of his face.
To his construents, it might look like debasing himself, but each kiss he lays against the stranger's thigh as he makes his way to the V of this legs tastes like freedom in a way. He realizes, as his hands fit against the man's knees, he never got his name.
It's so unlike anything he's managed to do since his youth that it's intoxicating.
A warm, lingering kiss is placed right on the edge of his panties when his lips reach there, his tongue flicking out to wet the fabric. Odd though, that he doesn't feel or see a bulge in Neuvillette's panties? Undeterred for now, he places another warm, open mouth kiss against the cloth, sucking lightly before he starts to ease the garment to the side.]
[His skin goosebumps as Jing Yuan's sigh ghosts over his skin, his breath warm against his exposed thigh. Some of his hair slips from between his fingers as he runs his hand further back to grip onto his hair, his hold gentle but firm.
Leaning back further, he slips further down in his seat, closer to Jing Yuan's mouth, his heated gaze trained on the man's lips, especially as he starts to brush kisses along his inner thigh.
His breath catches in his throat in a choked-off gasp as Jing Yuan teases him through the silky panties he'd been dressed in, the edges of the slit that houses his hemipenes are exceptionally sensitive. Mouthing the fabric draws a groan from Neuvillette, his slit pupils dilated wide as he watches.
Reaching down, he shifts his hips slightly as he helps ease the fabric to one side. His voice is raspy and low when he speaks.] My anatomy differs slightly from a human's. I hope this doesn't deter you. You've done so well, so far.
[Slipping a finger into the slit he frees two slick, blue-tinted cocks.] I assume you need only suck on one to achieve your goal.
[Doesn't deter him? By Lan, for a moment he couldn't even think he was so turned on. His own cock throbs with interest, quickly growing harder as drinks in the sight of the other man's fingers buried in his wet slit, his cocks slipping out enticingly slick and hard from the sheath
He'd suspected that his partner wasn't human from appearance and demeanor aloneโ as a war veteran, his instincts are rather good.
Hungry for knowledge, he was hoping to glean a little more about him. Jing Yuan's brows raise, his mouth parting slightly in curiosityโ how would they taste? How would they feel in his mouth? What would his climax be like?]
Not at all... Are you one of Long's scions? The dragon people?
[It's a sudden, probably bold question, but even as the General's hands stroke over the other man's hips, over his muscled belly, he can't shut off his academic mind completely. Vidyadhara made their home on the Xianzhou, living among the natives; he's familiar with dragon kind, even intimately before.
His fingers circle around the base of Neuvillette's top cock, stroking upward experimentally. It feels different than a human cock, smooth without the bulge of veins, but it smells enticing as he presses his lips against the shaft.]
You look delicious. Chi fan!
[Holding one cock, he dips a little lower, swirling his tongue around the tip of his lower cock to get a taste of him. His tongue trails to the slit, his golden eyes flicking upward to look at Neuvillete's face as he begins to swallow him past his lips.]
[The question throws him off for a moment but he supposes that, despite the current circumstances they've found themselves in, curiosity is only natural.] I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that name. But I am not a scion of anyone. [He'd already decided that there was little to no reason for secrecy in this place. At least, not in regard to what he was.] You're not far off, though. I'm impressed. I am a dragon. Or, I was. I am human now. ...For the most part. [Jing Yuan can see for himself what he means.
His voice is already straying, sounding more distracted as Jing Yuan runs his fingers over his skin. How good something as simple as a light touch can feel still surprises him. His cock twitches slightly under the attention, eyes fixed on the man's mouth, swirling with desire. He doesn't completely pull Jing Yuan toward him but he certainly guides him to lean in.
He inhales sharply, both at the touch but even moreso at the feeling of Jing Yuan's tongue on him. His pupils dilate as he pants at the feeling. Not only are his cocks slick and smooth, they also lack much taste. Something akin to mineral water.]
[A man does not become an Arbiter-General lacking the ability to multitask; although he never looks back up, his eyes focused on Neuvillette's pretty cock as the shaft slides down his throat, he tucks his hair behind his ear to show he's listening. He hums around the cock, just to show his acknowledgement, surely.
The confirmation of his suspicions gives him a foundation. He'll ask the man more later, maybe even after getting his name, but it's enough to give him more confidence in pleasing him.
The taste is intriguingโ in a way, it reminds him of drinking Scalegorge water, and with that reminiscence alone Jing Yuan reflexively swallows around the shaft as it dips past the back of his throat. Even better, he feels pleasantly full. The smooth, slick shaft is easier to swallow than most human cocks, and he manages more than he expects at first.
When he draws back, he draws back completely, sucking just hard enough that when the tip slips from his mouth it's with a 'pop' louder than should be inconspicuous.]
Don't be shy of showing me what you like.
[His hands draw away for a brief moment, pulling the ribbon from his hair to gather up more of the long mane into his hand and retie it out of his face. Centuries of experience with this has made him quick with this, and his hands are back on Neuvillete in less than a minute.
Breathing in deep, he lets himself sink into his arousal just as his tongue meets Neuvillete's cock again, bobbing his head as he works to fitting more and more down his throat.]
[Neuvillette goes from brushing Jing Yuan's hair out of his face to tangling his fingers messily into it with a soft, shaky exhale as Jing Yuan swallows him down. This is only the second time he's experienced this and it feels just as mind-blowingly good as the first time. The vibrations from the hum make him draw in a quick, sharp breath and he barely manages to bite back a moan.
He has to fight the urge to curl his fingers more tightly into his hair and keep him in place when he pulls back, letting his cock slip from between his lips.]
What you're doing is very good. [He's not sure what else to say. It's the truth. And he isn't really sure what other options there are, what things he might like that Jing Yuan isn't already doing.
He lets his hand slip from his hair, tracing his thumb over Jing Yuan's spit-slicked lips before moving out of his way.
He has no idea why it feels so much better as he once again sinks deep into Jing Yuan's throat, this time unable to stifle a low moan, immediately making a mess of his tied back hair as he once again tangles his fingers into it. He really can't help himself, half guiding, half forcing Jing Yuan to take more of his cock with each bob of his head.]
He eases the door closed until clicks shut quietly. He's not accustomed to sneaking around but drawing as little attention to them and what they're doing makes the most sense. Though, honestly, with this location on the wheel, he's surprised they're alone.
He considers her question, expression unchanged.
"You're welcome to... 'help' if you wish. I should warn you, my anatomy differs somewhat from that of a human," He warns, "So if you do not wish to touch me, it would be understandable.
Would you prefer to begin with a kiss? Or would you prefer if we simply perform the required tasks?"
Honestly, he offers it, but he's uncertain how possible completing his own task will be without some kind of build up and mutual desire. So far, he's found it quite easy to 'get in the mood' as it were with ample touching and kissing.
She has certainly noticed his unusual eyes and ears. For the most part he is remarkably humanlike.
"I am certain that it is nothing I can't handle."
Her experience is limited but she has her pride. How unusual can he be? If anything she now finds herself more curious than she cares to let on.
"I imagine that this will ultimately be easier if we kiss, unless you find it easy to ejaculate on command." Again, not something she says without feeling heat in her cheeks but it doesn't stop her from marching onward. This may be a transaction but it's one that requires him to be in a certain state. Her hands hinge on his shoulders and she rises onto the balls of her feet, her breasts meeting his chest as she leans up and in. This close it isn't difficult to catch the mingled scents of citrus and lavender she favors when bathing and washing her hair. "Shall we?"
"Very good," He says with an appraising nod, believing her unquestioningly. She sounds completely confident after all.
"I'm glad you agree. And, no, no I assure you cannot," He chuckles softly. She leans in and pushes up, head tilted delicately toward him. Resting a hand on the small of her back to help her balance, he bows forward to meet her, letting his eyes drift shut as their lips meet.
He does inhale as they kiss, finding the hint of citrus especially pleasing. Neuvillette, in contrast, almost distinctly tastes and smells of nothing, like a crystal clear spring.
Parting his lips, he draws her closer, long, elegant fingers threading into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he deepens the kiss.
Good, she thinks. Then they are again on more or less the same page. This will be a simple matter.
Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.
He'd never kissed anyone before arriving here and he can't deny how absolutely wonderful it feels. He's yet to meet a 'bad' kisser and, at this point, isn't even aware that such a thing could exist. Being new to all of this, the best advice he'd received was to follow his instincts and it'd done well for him so far.
The hint of her tongue is like an open invitation to respond with his own, making a soft hum of a noise as he tilts his head slightly so their lips fit better together as he slips his tongue past her lips to roll against her own tongue. The kiss shifts, turning more heated and fueled with desire as her fingers trace over the point of his ear, groaning into the kiss as his slightly forked tongue runs against her's.
It's not subtle anymore, the way he draws her into the kiss, his fingers slipping into her hair, likely making a mess of it as his other hand rests on her lower back, drawing her closer.
Later she may need to redo her hair but in this heated moment she's pleased to be drawn closer, her fingers moving past his ear to weave into his own hair. There's something unusual about his tongue that she can't quite wrap her mind around without seeing it but it isn't unpleasant and for now the thought moves to the back of her mind.
She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
He hovers close, having to resist the urge to close the tiny distance she's created as her lips brush his when she speaks.
"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.
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Her moan is borderline criminal. How is he supposed to think straight when she's making such stunning noises? He meets her gaze and it's probably a mistake, both of them panting softly, eyes hooded and full of desire.
He has to clear his throat before speaking.] It would have been preferable, yes. I assure you, mademoiselle, this is far from how I would choose to go about this.
[He tilts his head slightly at her soft laughter, unsure which part of what she'd said was a joke, if anything.
He swallows thickly, feeling similarly mortified. The clothing he had been able to find isn't his usual style but it'd been workable. He doesn't know what they're called, but he's basically in track pants. They're thin and his own body's reaction is becoming much more visible and obvious, the bulge in his pants quite substantial.]
We may be trapped here unless we... comply. These ropes are infused with magic and have fairly obvious intentions.
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It made it so much harder not to squirm just thinking about it, as every shift of her hips made it rub against her and she had to swallow around a lump in her throat so she didn't sound too flustered when she spoke. The least she could do was offer him a lopsided smile, even as the flush on her sun-freckled cheeks darkened to dust the tips of her ears and her neck.]
Don't worry, I figured you weren't the type for that. Um...
[She glanced down, trying not to fidget or squirm as the warmth of him beneath her scattered her thoughts, her fingers toying with a loose curl of her hair.]
Well, I mean, if you're okay with that sort of thing. I wouldn't want to do anything you weren't okay with. I'm...I'm Aerith, by the way.
[If felt wrong not to tell him her name, especially if they were going to have to get intimate with each other just to slip out of the ropes. Flirtatious she might be, but the idea of doing something with a total stranger and walking it off to never speak about it again didn't feel right with her.]
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[The way the rope had tied around his legs, tightly around his thigh and hips, meeting between his legs to thread up his back. Every time she moved, it pulled and ground the ropes against him.
He shifts slightly, his fingers brushing her thigh. It's not the most ideal position to have his arm tied in, but it would allow him to move their clothing out of the way if they opted for that route.]
I must forewarn you, I am not entirely human. I would not want anything to surprise or alarm you.
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I'd say it's nice to meet you if we were in slightly different circumstances. Even so, I'd feel bad if you weren't into ladies or something and we were stuck like this.
[Her arm was getting tired keeping her lifted off him, sinking down to pillow her cheek on the back of hand. It's easier to tell when his touch surprises a small shiver out of her.
Oh! Well, that answered that question.
She'd bit back the surprised gasp at the last second, but her eyebrows rose at his words.]
You're not? Well, I don't see how that would be a problem? You aren't the first handsome guy I've known that wasn't fully human, and you seem really nice. I'm not fully human either, so it should be fine.
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[He tilts his head slightly, not seeming to understand what she means.] If I wasn't... into ladies? [What she's trying to say obviously isn't clicking to him.
She sinks down slightly and he feels the ropes shifting and adjusting, the friction of the ropes across his hips draws a low groan from him that he can't quite hold back. He shuts his eyes to focus on remaining still until the ropes stop winding tighter, relaxing slightly as he opens his eyes again, trying to keep his breath quiet and even.]
Good. That's a relief. [He idly moves his thumb, rubbing her thigh.]
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[Her nose scrunches.]
Hmm, I mean more uncomfortable than you probably already are, that is.
[Not that she can talk, as his groan and the way he touches her sends a hot shiver through her. Biting her lip, she has to duck her head, hiding behind her bangs so he doesn't see how much it affected her.]
That feels nice, when you touch me like that...
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[He was aware that partnerships could sometimes be formed between a pairing outside of a man and a woman but he hadn't ever delved very deeply into human courtship and partnership. In his mind, this occurred simply when one person met another whom they liked. He didn't realize that for some that excluded one gender or another.]
Well, our discomfort here is shared. As you've said, this situation is less than ideal for a first meeting.
[He's quiet for a moment, thumb still moving before he eases his hand up her thigh slightly.] Good. I don't have any experience with... pleasuring others. You may touch me as well.
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[He's so serious, she can't help but chuckle a little.]
Clearly I'll have to make it up to you so it ends on a good note, huh? Ah
[her breath hitched as his hand drifted higher, hips instinctively rocking towards the touch before she can catch herself.]
Well, the good news is, technically I'm not either. Besides, everyone's a little different, so it's a new experience each time. Let me know if something's uncomfortable, okay? That's the last thing I'd want.
[Lifting her chin enough to free up her hand, she bowed her head a second time to press a soft kiss against his throat, her hand stroking his side.]
Has anyone told you how pretty your hair and eyes are?
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[Sometime when he can actually focus on what she's saying. These are good things to know and understand and no one has really spoken so openly about this topic with him before.
Her hips rock toward his touch. What he sees as eagerness emboldens him. He slips his hand further, long fingers easily sliding under her panties. He inquisitively runs his fingers over her, exploring, curious to feel how slick she is.
He tilts his head back with a soft exhale as her lips brush his neck.] I've received some compliments on my hair but I think most find my eyes unnerving... thank you though. Your eyes are quite beautiful as well. They remind me of the sea. [He tilts his head to catch her lips, trying to entice her into a kiss.]
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[Her smile shows in the sound of her voice and she giggles softly, nuzzling into the pale column of his throat. Aerith hadn't been exaggerating when she'd called him pretty, as even though she'd known many gorgeous people, his handsome face and strange eyes were lovely in a way she couldn't really describe. Slivery blue hair slips through her fingers as she combs his hair back from his face, stroking his cheek with the back of her fingers as she kissed a path up his throat to his jaw.
Just in time for a shudder to lock her in place as she moaned, her hips rocking towards his hand. Aerith would have been embarrassed to admit her panties were already wet, her folds slick enough that it would have been easy to slip his fingers inside. When she speaks again her words sound more than a little breathless, her smile turning lopsided.]
I don't know why! It's not like you're scary, just a little different is all. But thank you, I always liked the green color...
[She was already leaning in to meet him, cradling the back of his head in her hand as her eyes fell shut, pressing her lips to his with an almost innocent sort of gentleness. Like a young lady attempting to kiss a sleeping prince to break a curse rather than someone intending to press the advantage of their current situation.]
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I'm glad you don't think so. [He sighs the words, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on responding appropriately.
He doesn't need to though when their lips meet. He returns the gentle kiss, content with the soft warmth behind it. His curiosity gets the better of him though, parting his lips to slip his tongue tentatively against her lips, wanting to taste her.]
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True, she had one hand free, but where would be the fun in just shoving his hand where it felt best when she could let him discover it himself?
Better yet was rewarding his curiosity, practically purring as his fingers skirted her entrance only for him to pull a soft gasp from her when they did sink in. The hand in his hair gripped the nape of his neck tighter than she'd meant to in that instant, and though her grip was still nowhere as tight as any warrior's could be, she still gentled her hold on him as soon as she could, her murmured apology muffled by the kiss.
One that she more than happily let him deepen, her lips parting for him easily.]
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He begins a rhythm to thrust two long fingers into her, keeping his palm pressed close so she can still grind against him. His own hand, however, isn't providing enough resistance for himself. The angle isn't right and his rocking hips are meeting nothing.
He groans into the kiss, drawing her closer. Finding the firmer hold on his hair strangely enjoyable. Why something like having his hair pulled should feel good is a little confusing but wrapped up in the moment, he doesn't have time to question it. Instead, he just pushes hungrily into the kiss.]
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So far, Neuvillette's expression has remained steadfastly neutral but her claim has him raise an eyebrow ever so slightly.
"Two dragons? And they allow you to ride them?" He repeats, more for himself than for any clarification, "The dragons where I'm from are not so plentiful... nor so tame."
Indeed, they're more like gods than just another creature that exists in the world.
He looks at her a moment at her question, pale pupils seeming to look through her as he considers how much to tell her. In the end, he sees no reason for secrecy here, not that he's all that secretive back in Fontaine.
"I am also a dragon," He admits flatly, "Albeit in a human body. A predominantly human body."
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Violetโs eyes went wide with surprise before she looked down at his lap. If one wanted to piss off a dragon in her world you look them in the eyes or speak to another riderโs dragon. Violet prayed to Zihnal, the God of Luck, that this dragon couldnโt breathe fire and incinerate her.
โYouโre a dragon? In a human bodyโฆ how is that possible?โ Even Andarna who was still so young was bigger than Violet was.
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"A predominantly human body. But your guess would be as good as my own as to how or why I was reborn as I am. It's a question I ask myself often," He muses.
It doesn't escape his notice the way she'd immediately averted her gaze. Was it reverence? Whatever the reason, it's unnecessary, "If you no longer wish to participate, I understand."
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โCan you breathe fire? Or have claws?โ He hadnโt said anything or seemed to get angry when she was looking him in the eyes so maybe it was safeโฆ Violet wasnโt sure she wanted to risk it.
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His expression remains unchanged though something about it now gave the impression of subdued amusement at her questions.
"I am what people refer to as a hydro dragon. I cannot breathe fire, though I can create and control water. And," He turns his hand to display his fingernails, impeccably manicured and kept short, though it looks like they might naturally grow into points, "I try to keep them well maintained.
The dragons you rode, did they both have a pyro affinity?"
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โYes. Well yes and no. Train can breathe fire but Andarna is just a youngling and canโt breathe fire yey. She will when she gets older. Can you breathe underwater?โ It was one of the many questions that had popped into Violetโs head because she was curious. She couldnโt help herself. A water dragon! This was exciting.
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"I can, yes," He says with a nod. Honestly, it seems she prefers their current conversation to whatever else they were intended them to be doing, but he's completely content with this course of events as well.
"Do all the dragons in your world breathe fire?" He asks, wondering if perhaps that specific kind of dragon has made some pact with humans. It wasn't unheard of.
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They were exchanging information and talking about dragons. That subject alone had Violet distracted from the intended purpose of the room. She still couldnโt believe that she was talking to a water dragon who was openly offering information.
โYes. They all breathe fire. If you are a hydro dragon does that mean there are other elemental dragons where you come from?โ
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"Curious that they all have an affinity for fire.
And... yes," He answers reluctantly, "There are very few beings who would be considered dragons in Teyvat. Once they were plentiful, but no longer. I know of only a few dragons aside from myself. Of those, none are fire. But yes, there are one or two dragons of other elements who yet live - geo, anemo, dendro. Much more plentiful are what we call vishaps. They are young but could one day evolve into a true dragon. They are prevalent in many elements. I believe we would call both of your dragons vishaps. Certainly, Andarna, though I'm unsure about Tairn."
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Neuvillette is, indeed, very familiar with making polite conversation. He'd generally been saved from having to be overly personable during official functions because Furina enjoyed loud theatrics, but he'd nonetheless be required to make small talk.]
Ming Yi. It's a pleasure. [His response is almost mechanical.
He's a little surprised the man offers him some of his tea, but pleased regardless.] Thank you.
I am no expert on teas either. [He raises the cup delicately and takes a small sip.] Some kind of black tea, I believe. [It's strong but not unenjoyable and certainly preferable to the wine.]
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[ Ming Yi agrees simply enough before lifting his chopsticks again to refill his plate with pieces of crispy, roasted duck. He himself isn't enough of a tea connoisseur to be certain what the blend may be comprised of, if it's anything familiar to him at all. It wouldn't be the least bit surprising if it wasn't. ]
The wine is brewed by the owner, but the tea could have come from anywhere.
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[It seemed rude not to try it at all though.
A server comes out of the kitchen, not the chef herself, but the food is undoubtedly still cooked by her, and the plate of dumplings he'd ordered is set down. The portions are large, the plate almost heaped with dumplings. They smell divine but he doubts he can eat them all.]
Please, feel free to help yourself to these.
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Thank you.
[ Despite his initial assessment, Neuvillette isn't bad at all. Ming Yi stuffs his face like he hasn't eaten all week, and his attention seems almost entirely devoted to the task. If neither he nor Neuvillette drink the alcohol, it isn't as though Ming Yi will struggle to carry it out with him and give it to someone who will be more than happy to drink it.
He's only here for the food himselfโand any information. ]
Have you been here very long?
[ They already knew each other's name. This was a fair place as any to start. ]
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After a moment, he does pick the chopsticks up, but struggles to copy how Ming Yi is holding them.]
Might I implore you for some help? I'm afraid I'm unused to using a utensil like this. How does one-? [He tries to prop them in his hand like Ming Yi has but isn't quite managing.]
Not long at all. A few hours? It seems many of us have very recently arrived. In fact, they seem ill-prepared for so many of us.
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Somehow, it hadn't yet occurred to Ming Yi that beings from other realms wouldn't be familiar with common utensilsโthe idea is so ridiculous, that it makes the entire situation somehow more believable for it.
With a silent sigh, Ming Yi slips off his chair and circles around to stand beside Neuvillette and carefully take his hand in his own cold, slender hands to adjust his grip. At least, unlike a small child, the length of the chopsticks shouldn't be a problemโand unlike a small, needy sibling, Ming Yi feels assured that this isn't a ploy for attentionโbut regardless, the task feels not much different from once again helping a little sibling.
And he doesn't like to imagine the feeling of being at a loss of how to feed oneself and resorting to just using one's own hands instead.
While shifting Neuvillette's fingers into place, he responds: ]
That's true. Half the people I've spoken have said the same.
[ Does he have it now? Ming Yi wonders, then pulls his hands back. ]
The rest don't remember how long it's been. We may be the first new guests in a long time.
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Ming Yi seemed to use these with such ease, Neuvillette had thought he'd simply be able to pick them up and mimic what he was doing well enough. That had obviously failed miserably. Neuvillette doesn't seem at all bothered or flustered as Ming Yi steps into his space and helps maneuver the chopsticks in his hand to be held correctly. Both of them have long, elegant fingers, his own slender hands not so different from Ming Yi's. His focus is intense as he watches and then attempts to move the two sticks. It's still slightly clumsy but passable and with more practice he shouldn't struggle too much.]
I assume these have a name? What are they called where you're from?
I'm only familiar with knives, forks and spoons - of varying sizes, of course, depending on what one is eating.
[He tilts his head, neutral expression bordering on concern as what Ming Yi has said soaks in.] They don't remember? That is... odd. As is our sudden arrival to this place. Wherever we are.
[He reaches forward, struggling to pick up a dumpling. It practically looks like he's going to glare it between the chopsticks his gaze is so intense, but he eventually does manage to get a decent hold of one dumpling and then two more, transferring them to his plate.]
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[ Satisfied that Neuvillette seems to be maneuvering the chopsticks decently enough, Ming Yi steps out of his space and returns to his own seat (and his own plate). ]
Chopsticks. [ He answers simply, then looks up at Neuvillette's explanation, and, with a somewhat despondent look in his eyes, thinks that it's rather fortunate to be eating food that only requires one, two utensils at most. ] The ones that you eat with only come in a single size; the larger ones are for cooking.
If we ever meet at a restaurant with the cutlery you're familiar with, you'll need to teach me the same.
[ And perhaps that will be quite the feast, to accommodate so many pieces of cutlery.
The other subject, however, is more concerning. ]
It is odd. [ Though his eyes fall to Neuvillette's hand and watch as he transfers the dumplings to his plate, and watching him succeed, he feels mildly glad for his companion. It turns out that one doesn't forget being an older brother. It would be embarrassing to praise a grown man, however. ] I'm not sure where this is myself. That itself may still be outside of our understanding...
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A very pragmatic name. [He approves. And, as he slowly gets the hang of maneuvering them, he can appreciate how easy they are to maneuver, like an extension of one's fingers.] Only one size? Although saying so may earn me the ire of those who are fond of ceremony, I would much prefer one size of utensil rather than the complicated system of what one can use with which course.
[Neuvillette glances over at his new acquaintance before giving him a nod.] It would be my pleasure. I hope there is an opportunity to do so.
[Which brings them back to just how long they'll be stuck here. It's quite the predicament.] I have been to other realms before, places outside of... of existence? Or perhaps outside of the normal plane of existence. This does strike me as something similar. But knowing that isn't at all helpful in solving how to leave, I'm afraid.
As far as problems that can be solved... I am curious. I enjoy soup... but surely you don't use chopsticks for liquids.
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[Neuvillette feels his pulse begin to race as the man crouches and slips under the table with seeming grace and ease. The feeling of excitement and anticipation is still relatively novel to him. Shifting the tablecloth every so slightly, he's able to see through a small crack, slipping a hand under the table to brush Jing Yuan's hair back from his face, eager to see it as the man settles closer.
He shifts, slumping in his seat far more than he ever would so that he can spread his legs to give the man ample room, sighing softly at the light touches to his calf and knee.]
Very. Please, don't stop.
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To his construents, it might look like debasing himself, but each kiss he lays against the stranger's thigh as he makes his way to the V of this legs tastes like freedom in a way. He realizes, as his hands fit against the man's knees, he never got his name.
It's so unlike anything he's managed to do since his youth that it's intoxicating.
A warm, lingering kiss is placed right on the edge of his panties when his lips reach there, his tongue flicking out to wet the fabric. Odd though, that he doesn't feel or see a bulge in Neuvillette's panties? Undeterred for now, he places another warm, open mouth kiss against the cloth, sucking lightly before he starts to ease the garment to the side.]
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Leaning back further, he slips further down in his seat, closer to Jing Yuan's mouth, his heated gaze trained on the man's lips, especially as he starts to brush kisses along his inner thigh.
His breath catches in his throat in a choked-off gasp as Jing Yuan teases him through the silky panties he'd been dressed in, the edges of the slit that houses his hemipenes are exceptionally sensitive. Mouthing the fabric draws a groan from Neuvillette, his slit pupils dilated wide as he watches.
Reaching down, he shifts his hips slightly as he helps ease the fabric to one side. His voice is raspy and low when he speaks.] My anatomy differs slightly from a human's. I hope this doesn't deter you. You've done so well, so far.
[Slipping a finger into the slit he frees two slick, blue-tinted cocks.] I assume you need only suck on one to achieve your goal.
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He'd suspected that his partner wasn't human from appearance and demeanor aloneโ as a war veteran, his instincts are rather good.
Hungry for knowledge, he was hoping to glean a little more about him. Jing Yuan's brows raise, his mouth parting slightly in curiosityโ how would they taste? How would they feel in his mouth? What would his climax be like?]
Not at all... Are you one of Long's scions? The dragon people?
[It's a sudden, probably bold question, but even as the General's hands stroke over the other man's hips, over his muscled belly, he can't shut off his academic mind completely. Vidyadhara made their home on the Xianzhou, living among the natives; he's familiar with dragon kind, even intimately before.
His fingers circle around the base of Neuvillette's top cock, stroking upward experimentally. It feels different than a human cock, smooth without the bulge of veins, but it smells enticing as he presses his lips against the shaft.]
You look delicious. Chi fan!
[Holding one cock, he dips a little lower, swirling his tongue around the tip of his lower cock to get a taste of him. His tongue trails to the slit, his golden eyes flicking upward to look at Neuvillete's face as he begins to swallow him past his lips.]
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His voice is already straying, sounding more distracted as Jing Yuan runs his fingers over his skin. How good something as simple as a light touch can feel still surprises him. His cock twitches slightly under the attention, eyes fixed on the man's mouth, swirling with desire. He doesn't completely pull Jing Yuan toward him but he certainly guides him to lean in.
He inhales sharply, both at the touch but even moreso at the feeling of Jing Yuan's tongue on him. His pupils dilate as he pants at the feeling. Not only are his cocks slick and smooth, they also lack much taste. Something akin to mineral water.]
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The confirmation of his suspicions gives him a foundation. He'll ask the man more later, maybe even after getting his name, but it's enough to give him more confidence in pleasing him.
The taste is intriguingโ in a way, it reminds him of drinking Scalegorge water, and with that reminiscence alone Jing Yuan reflexively swallows around the shaft as it dips past the back of his throat. Even better, he feels pleasantly full. The smooth, slick shaft is easier to swallow than most human cocks, and he manages more than he expects at first.
When he draws back, he draws back completely, sucking just hard enough that when the tip slips from his mouth it's with a 'pop' louder than should be inconspicuous.]
Don't be shy of showing me what you like.
[His hands draw away for a brief moment, pulling the ribbon from his hair to gather up more of the long mane into his hand and retie it out of his face. Centuries of experience with this has made him quick with this, and his hands are back on Neuvillete in less than a minute.
Breathing in deep, he lets himself sink into his arousal just as his tongue meets Neuvillete's cock again, bobbing his head as he works to fitting more and more down his throat.]
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He has to fight the urge to curl his fingers more tightly into his hair and keep him in place when he pulls back, letting his cock slip from between his lips.]
What you're doing is very good. [He's not sure what else to say. It's the truth. And he isn't really sure what other options there are, what things he might like that Jing Yuan isn't already doing.
He lets his hand slip from his hair, tracing his thumb over Jing Yuan's spit-slicked lips before moving out of his way.
He has no idea why it feels so much better as he once again sinks deep into Jing Yuan's throat, this time unable to stifle a low moan, immediately making a mess of his tied back hair as he once again tangles his fingers into it. He really can't help himself, half guiding, half forcing Jing Yuan to take more of his cock with each bob of his head.]
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He eases the door closed until clicks shut quietly. He's not accustomed to sneaking around but drawing as little attention to them and what they're doing makes the most sense. Though, honestly, with this location on the wheel, he's surprised they're alone.
He considers her question, expression unchanged.
"You're welcome to... 'help' if you wish. I should warn you, my anatomy differs somewhat from that of a human," He warns, "So if you do not wish to touch me, it would be understandable.
Would you prefer to begin with a kiss? Or would you prefer if we simply perform the required tasks?"
Honestly, he offers it, but he's uncertain how possible completing his own task will be without some kind of build up and mutual desire. So far, he's found it quite easy to 'get in the mood' as it were with ample touching and kissing.
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"I am certain that it is nothing I can't handle."
Her experience is limited but she has her pride. How unusual can he be? If anything she now finds herself more curious than she cares to let on.
"I imagine that this will ultimately be easier if we kiss, unless you find it easy to ejaculate on command." Again, not something she says without feeling heat in her cheeks but it doesn't stop her from marching onward. This may be a transaction but it's one that requires him to be in a certain state. Her hands hinge on his shoulders and she rises onto the balls of her feet, her breasts meeting his chest as she leans up and in. This close it isn't difficult to catch the mingled scents of citrus and lavender she favors when bathing and washing her hair. "Shall we?"
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"I'm glad you agree. And, no, no I assure you cannot," He chuckles softly. She leans in and pushes up, head tilted delicately toward him. Resting a hand on the small of her back to help her balance, he bows forward to meet her, letting his eyes drift shut as their lips meet.
He does inhale as they kiss, finding the hint of citrus especially pleasing. Neuvillette, in contrast, almost distinctly tastes and smells of nothing, like a crystal clear spring.
Parting his lips, he draws her closer, long, elegant fingers threading into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he deepens the kiss.
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Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.
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The hint of her tongue is like an open invitation to respond with his own, making a soft hum of a noise as he tilts his head slightly so their lips fit better together as he slips his tongue past her lips to roll against her own tongue. The kiss shifts, turning more heated and fueled with desire as her fingers trace over the point of his ear, groaning into the kiss as his slightly forked tongue runs against her's.
It's not subtle anymore, the way he draws her into the kiss, his fingers slipping into her hair, likely making a mess of it as his other hand rests on her lower back, drawing her closer.
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She needs to break the kiss long enough to speak but she doesn't inch away from him, her lips brushing his as they move. "I will help you with your clothes."
All she really needs to do when the time comes is shimmy the skirt of her dress up her hips but he is a different story and she's ready to help him bare as much as he deems fit under these unusual circumstances. She kisses the dip of his chin and its underside, then his throat as her feet go flat on the floor again. What she intends to do is start with his shirt -- she does have a task to do -- but curiosity has one hand venturing lower in search of the waist of his trousers.
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"Thank you," He murmurs in return, already slipping a hand away from her to loosen his cravat before shrugging out of his overcoat. Surely, he will not need to remove everything. His long spats are easily the most cumbersome to remove, but he sees no reason to do so.
His eyes flutter closed at the kisses to his chin and jaw, surprised by how good the delicate brushes of her lips feel against his skin. Slipping the cravat out of the way to join his overcoat on the ground, he undoes the top button of his shirt to give her more room as the collar of his shirt falls out of the way.
She'll find the double buttons of his trousers easily as he continues to deftly flick the buttons of his shirt open, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to unfasten them.