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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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It's doubly satisfying, seeing Vax'ildan bound up into the air bolstered by magic and wings. The vestige is magnificent; he can only imagine the way that Vax came by it and the mysterious comment he'd made before. I'm granted life only by her will. There's a story there, and from the sound of it, a tragic one.

How interesting, then, that other than in those first initial moments, that he seems so much brighter. So easily plied with compliments and meaningless offerings. So open and wanting with affection.

Essek tries to let the curiosity take over the stranger feelings swirling in his chest. His smile is pleased and indulgent when Vax finally floats back to him, feet lightly touching the ground.

"Oh yes? And where would you take me?"

vax'ildan is grinning by the time he lands in front of essek. he's entirely taken by this elf, wrapped up tightly in his presence. the large black wings embrace them a second time as essek asks where he'd go, where he'd like to whisk him away to.

he slips two arms around essek's waist, entering his space for a second time. he's testing the waters, trying to see how far he can push essek until he's had enough.

"i would..." he ponders for a moment. "i would take you somewhere nice. you seem like you appreciate the high life, and maybe that's out of my budget, but i'd get you wine drunk at the least. take you somewhere up high, maybe fly you above the island at night. make you feel important again."

vax'ildan reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and matches his earlier gesture with a touch of his thumb to his bottom lip. "i really want to kiss you. you know that, right?"

Vax comes close again, but this time Essek is trapped by a curtain of feathers and a bright, smiling face. He draws back just a little before allowing himself to be caught, one hand settling against Vax's arm and the other splayed over his chest, a subconscious barrier between them. His own chest suddenly feels strangely tight, heart beating harder than it has since the beginning of their meeting.

At some point, he's not sure when, this had ceased to be only a game.

It's becoming harder and harder to ignore the uncanny effect this half elf from Tal'dorei, champion of the Raven Queen, is having on him. It's hardly as though he's never been flattered by anyone, never flirted or had someone attempt to seduce him. All of that and more has already happened in just the last few weeks, and considerably more than had happened in the past few decades combined. But it's exceedingly rare that someone catches his attraction so quickly.

Perhaps it is this place, a sort of long term, cumulative effect that has altered his judgment in some way. Perhaps it is a strange manifestation of homesickness, despite their vast differences; half elf and drow, Tal'dorei and Wildemount, warrior and wizard. Perhaps it is something else.

Vax's offer is terribly romantic, and Essek can't help an ironically amused chuckle. "There's no high life here to speak of, anyway. But the rest of it...wouldn't be so bad."

Essek tilts his chin upward, just faintly pressing into that touch as violet eyes give him a searching look.

"You've only been here a day, but you are aware of what sort of place this is, yes?"

vax'ildan has a horrible habit of wearing his heart on his sleeve. there's something so viscerally emotional in everything he does, something so soft and so hard at once. he's learned to wear his heart like armor, keeping it strong so nothing may penetrate it unless he allows, but it's his first line of defense. it's there to keep him safe, but it takes all of the blows for him.

the subconscious barrier essek puts up looks more like a bridge to vax, a bridge he cradles in his own hand and uses it to pull essek across and into his arms. a lithe elven hand takes essek's waist, keeping him just so, close by and where he can touch. with blue-black feathers shrouding them from prying eyes, vax feels safe to touch so intimately, more than he would without asking first.

essek's question pulls a smile from vax's lips. he has to admit that he's right-- he's felt some kind of way since he lingered those eyes on the stars, since he accepted a heart from an automaton. needy. affectionate. but essek feels so different, cutting him so deeply in his heart.

"i'm starting to understand," he murmurs in response, and the hand that cradles essek's cheekbone pulls him in closer. chin is tilted up, and they meet in the middle, closing a thick, tense gap between their lips.

essek is soft. his lips are gentle, unsure, and vax can feel it. even still, he takes, because he wants, but his hands never leave essek's cheek, his waist. he presses just a little more weight forward, drinking in everything essek tastes like. when he finally parts, he's breathless, and he rests his forehead against the drow's.

"...essek."

Edited (some upd8s) 2021-01-31 22:50 (UTC)

It's the intensity of that emotion that sets Essek entirely off balance. All of this could be a ruse, a game to Vax much in the way his own flirtations have been to him all this time. But Essek has spent much of his own life devising ways to deceive people and looking beneath deception, weaving his own carefully constructed mantle around himself. Just as he's able to see the presence of these things, he can see the absence of them as well.

So far as he can tell for now, Vax appears to be genuine in all of his words and offerings. Essek can't quite understand why it feels different now than with every other stranger he's met here that's wanted his attention. Even now, every touch feels like more than just a closer step towards sex. It'd be one thing if it was, a playing field Essek can navigate easily. But with this man, it's...something else, maybe. Genuine intimacy and affection, already something beyond most others. It feels...a little too focused and yet almost inescapably magnetic.

He doesn't feel entirely convinced by Vax's answer. But there's such confidence in those dark eyes, a shroud of feathers shielding them from everything else outside.

The kiss comes, warm and smiling and...safe. Without assumptions or expectations but with a comfort of familiarity. Vax presses forward and Essek finds himself leaning in, leaning into the solidity of his form and letting him take some of the weight away. When they part, he sighs, unresisting into the embrace. Eyes closed, noses brushing, a faint smile quirks onto his lips.

"Are you like this with every handsome stranger you meet, Vax'ildan?"

vax's eyes stay closed, enjoying the mingling of their breath, the unspoken emotion that sits heavy over them like a fog he can't seem to see through. it's delicious, though, it's good and sweet and tastes familiar on vax's tongue. essek tastes like something he's not supposed to touch, like a thin glass ready to shatter at a moment's hesitation.

but he wants to touch. he wants to hold and cling and drown in him, so he does. he surges forward a second time, catching his lips and allowing teeth to catch the skin there for only a moment. the second kiss is a touch hungrier, now that he's broken that surface. he wants more. he wants to taste more and touch him more, the hand on his waist gripping tighter.

"you're the third person i've kissed in my life," he volunteers, speaking to essek's lips with a hint of vulnerability. the hand on his cheek travels back to cup his jaw, fingers pressing behind his neck to draw him in for a third needy kiss.

Ah. A few pieces feel as though they've been pulled together. Essek still has to wonder if something found Vax before he did, aside from the automatons with their gifts. Perhaps eventually this soft eagerness will wear off, and Vax will return to being more like the grouchy little bird Essek had first encountered.

But if it is something affecting him, it's likely that it won't wear off until it has been...resolved.

Vax's answer, though, suddenly paints him much younger than Essek might have originally guessed. Half elves can still have lengthy lives, but he's starting to have the sense that this one, so marked by the Raven Queen, didn't have the chance to make it that far. How tragic - and how curious.

As he's kissed for the third time, Essek presses back even more now in silent affirmation. He takes some of the control back, fingers winding in dark fabric to anchor Vax to him, his other hand moving from Vax's arm to thread into soft, dark hair at the back of his neck. This lost little bird needs something, and strangely, Essek finds himself willing to give him whatever it is, for the time being. His interest won't be satisfied otherwise.

Or so he tells himself.

Eventually he breaks away, gently blocking another attempt for a kiss with a finger to Vax's lips.

"And the rest, lovely bird? Have you been told what is...required of us in this place? Are you prepared, now having only kissed your third person in your life?" Do you know what you're getting into here, Vax?

if vax had to wager a guess, he would say that he's about fifty-fifty. there's a light influence from the stars, from the hearts that make vax feel needy and a little more than curious about what stirs underneath those dark pants. the part of him that knows better, the part that finds his rational way of thinking, is drawn to essek, and the powerful magic that twists underneath those fingers. he's mysterious, but he's giving just enough, enough that vax'ildan's stomach twists for more, to find out what those magic hands can do.

essek holds him, clings to his neck and his vestige, and vax feels a moan bubbling at the back of his throat. not from friction, and not even from a lack thereof, but to encourage. he swallows it despite himself, instead allowing just a deep exhale.

essek predicts his next motion with expertise, pressing a finger to his lips just as he tries to lean in for a fourth.

he deflates, but only a little. just enough to step back a little, bringing his newfound device around his wrist up to essek's vision. a few touches through the screen, and vax shows his tasks, his objectives.

"i can make an educated guess. and if you're asking, i'm no stranger to sex." there are a few days that live in his memories now, days where he and shaun spent hours on hours naked and tangled in beds of silk and pillows. they're good memories, but they're far from him now. far from this device telling him to fuck his way to survival, far from essek with lips so plush and eyes so dark.

"i know what's happening, here."

Vax stepping back even a little only makes the weight of his presence that much more noticeable. Both hands withdrawn, the space between them seems much larger than it is.

Violet eyes linger more on the wrist than the device there, on soft skin just below the palm. They're sufficiently distracted by the appearance of a familiar card, swiftly taking in some of the objectives written there, even written backward. A few in particular catch his interest, though Essek gives nothing away outwardly. The surge of desire inwardly, though, is decidedly harder to ignore.

But Vax's answer sweep away any lingering concerns. Essek folds his arms lightly over his chest, chin tilting upward in amusement as his gaze sweeps desirously over the Raven Queen's champion again.

"I see. How very loyal you must be. Or perhaps, easily satisfied?" For all that he's seemed quite eager to speed this encounter along, how skilled in flirtation and romancing he seems, it doesn't feel so much of a stretch for either assumption.

essek's comment, though with it's tone implying more of a tease than anything else, makes vax grin widely. his arms loop back around essek's waist, pulling him close again. he moves like he's going to kiss him, but he doesn't, hesitating just before lips meet.

"i'm both, essek thelyss. but we can talk about my satisfaction after you satisfy me."

it's a dare, teasing on the tip of his tongue in the same way essek pulls and pushes at vax'ildan's short temper. there's fire in his heart, flaring in his blood and making his skin feel hot in each place essek touches. that violet gaze feels almost cold, but maybe it's that coldness that he needs. maybe it's vax that'll bring the heat and balance out that ice king.

"and i know you'll satisfy me."

As Vax pulls him back in again, Essek resists winding his arms back around him, a teasing smirk of his own on his lips. The push and pull of the past few moments especially have become particularly enjoyable as he begins to work out the different places to press, either with fingers or with words. Vax is impatient and impetuous, open with his desires, and it's far too easy for Essek to find little ways to first unravel, then reel him in.

But curse him if he isn't terribly, almost irresistibly attractive. It'd be one thing if the physical attraction is all there is, easier to manage and easier to slip into base pleasure. Yet it's those first few minutes that have already started to wind them together; the honest and curious touches, the genuine awe at magic and vestige, the distant familiarity.

Despite their seeming coolness, Essek's gaze is sharp with reciprocal want. He lets Vax hold him captive, staring into those eyes for a long, silent moment just to tease him again.

Then, just before he can sense him starting to move again, dark hands reach for dark hair, fingertips brushing past sensitive ears to curl firmly at the back of his head. Essek pulls Vax'ildan in for a kiss, hard and controlling, holding him steady for as long as he pleases before allowing for the slightest of separation between them. Lips brush lips as he murmurs, low and intimate and, perhaps, a little dangerous.

"Oh, my lovely bird, there was never any doubt."

the grip is unexpected, and it pulls a sharp gasp of air from vax'ildan. he tenses under the grip, fighting back the instinct to kick and push back. his self-defense over the years has gotten much better, but in the momentary panic felt when he's gripped by his hair, he reaches for his belt, just to find it mundane, without his daggers.

good thing, too, because then there's a forceful kiss, controlling, and vax has to moan into his mouth. he doesn't go soft for much, but one of the things he does go soft for is when someone takes hold. his reins are difficult to keep in his hands, so when someone else takes them? it's euphoric. vax hasn't let anyone take him quite like this, though, with tension and with an uncertain dynamic. shaun had all of his trust, and he took control with keyleth. he doesn't trust essek, but he certainly wants to hand over his control.

so he does. he's tired of second guessing things and losing people, so fuck it. vax melts, just a little, under that harsh grip, relinquishing what control he held to the man that wants to take it from him. it's yours, essek, take it.

"then do it," he pushes back, that confident, smug expression giving way only to let vax snap at essek's lower lip. he catches it in his mouth and sucks hard, dragging it through his teeth. if essek wants a partner that bites, vax can bite.

That moment of resistance is a kick of adrenaline to his already rushing pulse. While Essek can only begin to guess at Vax's true abilities, one doesn't become Champion of any god without having formidable ones. It's dangerous, allowing himself this close to someone who might easily be able to overpower him, at least physically. It's a risk, one a little more foolhardy than usual, to start this sort of a contest.

But then he wins.

Feeling Vax relinquish beneath his hands sparks the satisfaction of a small triumph. It's not a complete submission, but that just makes him all the more interesting, a fact Vax seems to punctuate with the cheeky bite to his lip. Essek tightens his grip in raven hair, the noise at the back of his throat somewhere between a growl and a groan. Eventually he frees his lip, half pulling Vax away. A thumb finds the cusp of an ear, traces it, a surprisingly softer touch.

"In time. First we will leave this beach and find some place more comfortable. Unless..." Hands in Vax's hair coax his head back, tilting his chin upward to expose the soft skin of his throat. Essek noses in, teeth scraping ever so lightly over the puse. "You'd rather I take you right here in the sand."

that strong grip should alight some nervousness in vax'ildan, and for a moment, it does. the fight-or-flight kicks in and vax has to exhale through his nose to keep himself from pushing back against it. old habits die hard, and it's difficult to let it lie. he's about to push him back, to try and gain more control and take his hair too, see how he likes it, but then...

there's a soft brush to his ear, gentle even, and vax deflates again. essek is masterful with this, the perfect balance of soft and rough to rile vax'ildan in his arms. the feathers of his cloak seem to puff, to swell and ruffle, while vax lets his eyes flutter closed. his head tilts back at essek's request, his neck exposes, and the soft oh-- that escapes should be embarrassing.

"as much as i would love for you claim me where everyone can see," he murmurs to the sky, "i think we should be somewhere a little more private."

"Wonderful." The hint of teeth becomes the press of lips instead, hands likewise gentling their grasp to better brush thumbs at the edges of Vax'ildan's ears. Essek guides him back down to him for a much softer kiss this time, arching close for another brief moment before pulling away just enough to assess him once more. Vax had already promised to take him flying high above the island, surely he wouldn't make such an offer if he were unable to actually follow through.

After a moment of consideration, he reaches to touch the feathers with curious fingertips, watching Vax for a reaction. They're part of the vestige, which although can clearly react to Vax's thoughts and emotions, seems unlikely that it might be sensitive to external stimulation. It's worth experimenting, he thinks.

"Let us put these wings of yours to good use, shall we? I have a place in mind."

the harsh touches give way into something a little softer, and vax relaxes, that boiling sensation in his blood calming into a low simmer. his pants feel a little uncomfortable, but he's going to ignore the rushing blood and instead keep essek tight in his grasp.

he doesn't move when essek touches the feathers, but his eyes track the hand, observing, making sure he doesn't try anything too untoward. he just strokes, though, and vax's eyes flicker back to those violet ones. he wants to fly? the thought makes vax crack a smirk, and he chuckles a little, pulling essek closer.

"tell me where to go, shadowhand."

vax mutters his elvish word and the wings erupt again in a flutter of feathers, blooming from the mantle. a few beats of his wings later and vax begins to levitate, hovering over the sand with his hands around essek's waist. "i can't promise a romantic flight, but i'll get us wherever you want to go."

There's still suspicion in his eyes. Good, Essek thinks; it means he isn't a total fool.

With a thought the same magic he'd cast over Vax is applied to himself, halving his total weight to aid their flight. Essek loops his arms around Vax's neck, careful of his hair, and feels no fear as they're lifted into the sky.

He directs them to a small square near the outskirts of the city. A few somewhat empty buildings scattered about. Essek recognizes the same one that he'd been brought to for his first rendezvous in the city, one with conveniently empty rooms for spontaneous trysts. There's not much in them: an adequate bed, towels, and various lovemaking supplies. But it's more comfortable than a shack on the beach, and it's away from the busy Neinhaus.

As they land, Essek slides his palm against Vax'ildan's, fingers twining to pull him along inside. He selects a different room from the one than before, but it still looks pretty much the same as any other. Once inside, he tugs the half elf close once more, nuzzling in under his chin to find a sensitive piece of skin with his teeth.

"Now...where were we?"

vax's flight doesn't take long. he hasn't used this cloak in a long time, but it feels like an old friend, a warm comfort of being home. essek fits perfectly in his embrace, making their journey even easier. one arm cradles his shoulders, the other under his knees, and when they arrive, vax'ildan takes great care to set him gently on the ground. he uses his dexterous hands to treat him with grace, the same grace that he deserves and is likely very used to.

soft hands tangle with his callused, and vax's eyes are drawn to essek's, then down to their clasped fingers. ... oh. alright. this is nice. a hint of a comfortable smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it's short lived as essek leads him inside the more private quarters. these are nice, but the observation is also cut short by sharp teeth dragging along his neck.

vax moans, and this time, he doesn't try to hold it back.

"you were about to touch my skin anywhere you could reach, weren't you?"

That moan prompts a smile, hidden and sharp against the side of Vax's throat. The challenge of wit does not go unappreciated, only making him more determined to unravel this beautiful, intriguing creature he'd come across on the beach. He can sense that there is so much more than skin to be uncovered beneath that magical cloak, secrets and history and desires, all waiting to be revealed.

Pressed close again, but without the presence of the sea air, Vax'ildan smells of feathers and leather and something earthier Essek can't quite place. Dark hands slip beneath the dark cloak and settle on his hips, holding him in place while teeth find the lobe of one ear.

"Mm, I would...if there was more skin to touch. As it is, you are still mostly feathers, lovely bird."

vax sways on the spot as essek makes his mark against his neck, his hands wandering, vax feeling so open and so vulnerable. normally a red flag, this feels nice, it feels therapeutic. it feels like he can lose himself in essek for a while.

so that’s the choice he makes, to relax into his touch. he hopes for that same edge of aggression, that same push to his pull. vax lifts his hands to loose the clasp on his vestige, allowing it to drop to the ground to reveal broad shoulders, well-defined back muscles underneath a black tunic that’s quickly shed. a wave of cool air hits him, but that doesn’t stop vax from surging forward, catching essek’s lip between his teeth for a second time.

“and now you’re overdressed. lay down.”

There's a soft huff of amusement when Vax drops the vestige unceremoniously to the floor, as though it were any piece of cheap cloth and not a powerful magical item belonging to a goddess' champion. Thankfully Essek likewise doesn't have to wait long until there's so much more revealed, violet eyes dark with interest and smoldering arousal sweeping hungrily over those shoulders, the alluring lines of softly defined muscles of his arms and chest. Suddenly the desire to taste every inch of lovely olive skin is almost painfully strong.

So it's just as well that Vax grabs for him again. Essek grabs back, hands sliding against the strength of his chest, sliding upwards to cradle behind pointed ears and tangle in dark hair as he presses into the biting kiss. The hold is decidedly less forceful this time, less about dominance and more about hunger. As he drags his hip away from Vax's teeth, Essek sets his own nipping at his jaw, hands sliding down to smooth over lovely shoulders.

And lower, trailing lightly down until he's tugging at the lacings of Vax'ildan's trousers, and he counters with a command of his own.

"Off."

vax'ildan hesitates.

this is where the dynamic could change if vax were to let it. he could obey, he could do as essek asks. or he could challenge him again, push back and see how far essek is willing to let vax push him. if he had to wager a guess, it would likely be not very far, but vax wants to see it happen. maybe... not tonight, though. if he performs well tonight, essek might want to see him again, and there'll be other times to push back against this hard shove.

so vax relents, and his face relaxes, that hardened brow softening into one of just a little bit of want. he'll allow himself this. he'll open himself up to this.

so, staying in essek's space and without breaking that softer eye contact, vax pulls the laces looser and drops them to the floor. he steps from his clothes and even closer to the drow, resting thin hands on the hem of his tunic. it's a silent request to remove it, to even the playing field, but he doesn't dare ask. if this is what essek wants, someone to submit to him and take orders, that's what he'll be.

"what next."

Edited (i know what character i play) 2021-02-04 16:32 (UTC)

The shift to complete obedience, when it happens, isn't at all what he'd wanted, Essek realizes. Such docility is unappealing, even if he'd had intentions to retain most of the control here, the pushback until now had still been enjoyable. Vax's eagerness to reach out and explore is one thing that had gotten them to this point in the first place. It's still there, in the way that he comes forward and touches him once more, but subdued.

There's plenty of time to correct his mistake.

"Now, you may," he says, indicating the removal of his clothing. Essek guides Vax'ildan to divest him of all of it, clearly not at all shy about nakedness. He allows Vax as close as he dares, the warmth radiating from his body nearly more seductive than the sight of bare skin. Essek gives in to his desire to smooth his palms appreciatively over it, slides them around to feel the strength of his back in something like an embrace and eliminating whatever remaining distance is between them to press into that heat.

Lips trail almost tenderly over Vax's shoulders, his collarbone, his throat. How beautiful he is, lithe elven grace tempered appealingly with the robustness of human features in all the right places. Immediate attraction is a rare thing for Essek, but there's something about Vax that draws him almost in almost irresistibly.

vax'ildan notices the shift as soon as he makes his choice, and he realizes he's chosen poorly. that urge to push back should have been nurtured, or essek wouldn't be as subdued as his now, as soft. not that being soft is a bad thing, but...

he has time to get it back.

essek issues a distinct command and vax follows it, all the while maintaining eye contact. it grows hard again for a second time, this time staring through violet eyes in what feels like a challenge, a dare for essek to push at him again.

when the drow is exposed entirely, vax uses strong hands at the small of his back to pull him in closer, allowing skin to finally meet. the amenities for their rendezvous are looking more and more appealing the longer vax touches him, and he remembers too late that he had told essek to lay down. he hadn't.

"essek," he breathes, though through his breathlessness is determination, "bed. now."

Essek smiles at the little gasping demand, presses nails against Vax's lovely skin and draws red lines in their wake. So it hasn't completely left him. Good.

But drawn this close, it's difficult to comply if it means moving away. His hands slide down even lower, following the sloping lines of his back until they come to the gentle swell of his ass. Essek presses nails there again, grinning into a sharp nip to Vax's soft throat, and begins to step backward, bringing Vax with him.

"As you wish."

But his movements are unhurried, feet shifting over the carpeting that could be softer, never leaving more than a few inches between them and well within the radius of Vax'ildan's warmth. When he finds the edge of the bed, Essek pauses, deliberately resisting completing the command to see what Vax's next move will be.

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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