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[ Good thing he likes physical affection. Hien is usually the one who does that and doesn't mind when others do it to him either. But Elysium is so close and... oh no. Hien is naturally warmer than the average person, but he feels... hot? Huh. He feels so confused. Have fun feeling all those physical sensations, Elysium. ]

"... Yeah."

[ His voice gets a little quieter. ]

[ Is this… how they get triple cursed…

The positioning alone is probably cursed enough; it makes it far too easy to draw him in fully, one arm circling around his waist while Elysium's other hand hovers just above Hien's.

what's the flavour profile looking like… 🎤 ]

Hm? What was that? You were too far. [ okay. ] I couldn't hear you.

[ The way Hien usually doesn't smell of anything because of what he is, but does coffee scent count. He drinks so much of that to the point it might as well leak as pheromones. Anyway, despite feeling warm usually and hot right now, he likes Elysium's warmth on his back.

Them being love arrowed together probably makes this worse. Hien's heart is pounding. Is this going to create a feedback loop until someone's heart explodes. Stay tuned. ]

"I said..."

[ He turns his head to look at Elysium, but he just ends up nipping across his jawline instead. ]

[ fucking help me. hien, your coffee. i asked for your favour profile as a meme but i'm actually too embarrassed to do anything with it… his akira coding

But sensationshare with omegaverse mechanics sounds like hell on earth, so if someone doesn't explode at some point, I'm suing. There's a half-gasp, caught and swallowed by the pinch of tension left on his tongue by teeth. Forgoing the excuse of gacha entirely, his other arm joins in, lifting him just slightly off his feet with a light, mischievous grin.

Cute! He's immediately washed over with fondness. It tickles—both skin and heart. ]

You really aren't the type to keep up pretenses whatsoever, are you? [ Was his pulse always this loud? His cheeks warm, and he angles his neck in a way that looks like he's granting access but really it's just to hide the colour. ] Does doing this here excite you?

[ He can't wake up without his ten cups of coffee. It's fine.

me like "is this curse saying that i have to write him as the stereotypical bottom or just how hien would act as a bottom" because these are two separate things. this is fine. probably.

But oh. He can't feel his feet on the ground. Alright. But Hien sees the way Elysium angles his neck and... is that........... permission.................. he isn't sure, but he's in heat so he's starting to care less and less about waiting. He's in love. he wants him. He-- ]

"No... I just want you."

[ He quietly breathes out, as if it's reminding him to let go of any shame that he could possibly have. ]

"... Please."

[ we're here to live our best lives… it's fine

Anyway. The way this very well would lead into bang if emotional connections weren't the bane of Elysium's short-lived existence. Love is sweet——but it's equally as painful, something Hien will likely feel in the wrenching of his chest the moment he utters his plea.

He's in love, too. He wants him, just as desperately. But beyond that—

This is how Elysium draws him the rest of the way up, closing the distance between their mouths without hesitation. He kisses him, bites at his lower lip even, in attempt to coax his mouth open. Whatever feedback loop they've gotten into, it coils and tightens around his chest, almost nauseatingly so. But he doesn't let go, not until air has well left his lungs—or Hien tells him to stop. Then he lets their foreheads rest together, eyes falling shut. ]

… How's this? [ a sigh, followed by a brush of mouth along his forehead. ] If you still feel the same tomorrow, we can continue wherever you like. But right now… we aren't ourselves. And this isn't something I want you to rush. There's a lot you don't know about me.

[ —beyond that, there is the haunting echo of the scars inflicted on the people who get left behind. Where this love came from doesn't matter. What matters is Hien: his heart and the future where he'll have to live with something that can't be undone.

This is why you don't date a guy whose favourite band is the fantasy-equivalent of Linkin Park btw. ]

[ The painful feeling in his chest doubles, because while he might not know much about Elysium, he can tell that he tries to maintain emotional distance from people. He's seen so much of it that he can recognize it on the spot. Hien returns the kiss, parting his lips. He doesn't tell him to stop. He would never. This is why there's a soft whine when Elysium pulls back to brush his lips against Hien's forehead. He tries to catch his breath, because he's panting and everything is so hot. He feels a little dizzy from that kiss alone.

i'm actually looking up "what happens to an omega when they're in heat" and wow i really subjected hien to this while only being vaguely aware of this genre huh i'm not taking it back though ]

"But... I..."

[ He doesn't make any sound, but he nearly winces. Elysium will be able to feel the pain that radiates throughout his body. Yippee. ]

"Elysium..."

[ He tries to pull him close for another kiss. ]

[ you're killing me… i also only know the super tropey ends of it and the fun fact that western and eastern omegaverse differs in that the latter often includes actual healthcare. looks to mods. where are our omega rights. we could fix hien right now.

But kissing is fine. It stokes the heat to unbearable degrees, but it's still easier than addressing the pain that gets consumed by it. A half-measure, maybe, as intimacy is intimacy; does it really matter what form it takes when it lands all the same? It's almost a little pathetic. No, it is.

He's greedy, he's selfish. He goes wherever he wants to, and leaves the same way. He's always known this about himself in ways he's never wanted to acknowledge, which is why it's always been better not to get involved at all—superficial cuts heal cleanly. But here they are, and he's making the stupid justification that he's at least made one boundary, paltry as it is. ]

Te quiero, Hien. [ He shifts the angle and kisses him again. Then shifts a third time, deeper. It feels endless, like no amount of it will ever satisfy, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows there should be a limit. His restraint only stretches so far. ] … I might not be someone you can have a future with, but I can at least do this much for you.

[ take care of the h*rny i guess except not really. explodes them the next tag. ]

[ help... healthcare for hien but it's not the mods, but i. no rights for hien.

Love only fuels the desire and want and only further encouraged by the multiple kisses. It's hard to think at all right now, but Hien wants Elysium here. That's all he knows. Otherwise, he would have been thinking about how he used to feel like this, how he tried to avoid love in the beginning because he always outlived them or had to leave. He sees Elysium trying to do something similar but no words come out. Nothing reasonable. ]

"We can have a future, Elysium. I love you. I don't think I ever loved anyone else so much. Don't leave me..."

[ Maybe if he wasn't so horny, he wouldn't be begging for Elysium to stay, but he is (reads notes) having impaired thought processes at the moment. Nailed it. His fingers, while having short nails, still claw at Elysium's arms. ]

[ you're really just putting hien through the pear wriggler…

But somewhere in the blur of heat and intimacy, as he tries to catch his breath, a thought arrives with startling clarity. Right. Love. They're in love with each other. Yes, as much as this is something they both want, Hien is in a vulnerable position. What's love if they're just using their bodies to express it? So, he presses a breath through his teeth to steady himself and gently pushes his arms out to their full length. ]

I won't, but we need to at least get you somewhere el——

[ —He doesn't finish.

The coughing hits like a blow. Violently, and like a raze, making Hien's buildup of heat practically gentle by comparison. It burns through his veins, searing up his chest and ripping through his lungs, unlike a heat that merely pools in their cores. And Hien, unfortunately, gets the full brunt of it. Sorry if Hien was counting on Elysium to keep him up, because this is where he falters, knees going out from under him and dragging Hien with him in a graceless tilt.

Whether they end up on the floor or whether Hien manages to be the alpha omega, the base instinct is the same—he curls in, shoulders hunching, arms pulling across his ribs as though he can physically hold the coughing back.

not all of us can be an alpha yosuke… ]

[ taps my discord role name. yea

It all happens so fast.

Hien tumbles when Elysium falls, but just barely manages to catch him in his arms before he takes the full impact of the pain that Elysium endures. He was already experiencing pain and even though he's used to feeling pain, he still hates pain. The sudden feeling shocks him that he stays frozen, but manages to keep Elysium in his hold, but even stronger this time. ]

"Elysium, what's--I thought the river would have..."

[ It didn't heal him fully? What's happening? He remembers seeing him cough like this in the morgue. His mental capacity is so fuckin kaput right now. All of this is such a turn-off, but he's still in heat and he is SO MISERABLE, both physically and mentally. ]

[ supposedly, getting out of the maze is how the effects wear off… I believe in Hien as Elysium is now a useless sack of person, just doing what he can to stay upright while keeping Hien close. This is absolutely not the kind of lightheaded anyone wants to feel when they're horny, but unfortunately, none of this is up to them. ]

… It's something from back home.

[ is the assumption he came to, anyway, when it didn't clear up along with everything else. The river isn't almighty or something. ]

"You're sick?"

[ His head is spinning. Emotionally, he's so turned off right now, but the heat mechanic is making this extremely difficult. Shit. Fuck. He mutters curses under his breath. He can be a submissive bottom, but he'll always take action when needed... even when his mind feels incredibly stuffy. ]

"Hold on. Let me take you back to the manor..."

[ He tries to teleport, but it fails. ]

"Fucking hell... hang in there, okay?"

[ And he'll just start running. ]

Edited 2025-12-10 21:38 (UTC)

[ hien is the world's hardest working omega and for what… not him fighting both the heat mechanic and second-hand oripathy.

Still, it is funny how they were in this exact position not too long ago, yet the tone now couldn't be more different. ]

Something like that. [ His voice comes out a little distant, with measured breaths in and out. How he feels now is directly reflected in Hien, and somehow, that's the only thing that's grounding him, chest rising in staccato bursts he struggles to steady. ] … Sorry. I'm always the one owing you.

[ somehow, this pang is more poignant than any other that's come before—visceral, almost hopeless. ]

[ laughs in this week's "chastity" memory. look. it's fine... he hates pain but it's fine.

Hien suppresses the urge to cough, because he's running. He can't do that when he's running. He runs, runs, and runs and his energy is so spent from dealing with secondhand oripathy, heat mechanic, and now there's a tightness in his chest that's called anxiety. He really wonders how long this will last... Even if he reaches the manor, he doesn't think he can do much. He has something like industrial-level painkillers, and that's about it. All the first aid things are with Hak and Soo-won, if he remembers correctly. This is already a miracle, considering he can barely think. All he can think about right now is Elysium and there are multiple wolves fighting for priority dominance. ]

"You don't... owe me anything."

[ He grits his teeth and sprints again. ]

[ me looking at his top-level and not seeing the chastity memory… where is it. give it to me so i can put it in my mouth…

Anyway, it's not like Elysium is thinking clearly either. If he were, half of this wouldn't make sense. Hien insists he doesn't owe him anything, but Elysium feels like he owes him the world—for giving it to him in the expanse of his arms. But what could someone like him possibly give back, aside from momentary flashes of a happily-ever-after that won't last?

(This is why you've always told yourself to let go.) ]

Haha. [ But he doesn't, and a thin, brittle laugh bubbles up as he holds on tighter. ] As much as you like to say you like seeing others happy, I just want to make you happy. [ … ] What should I do?

[ feeds u

Hien gradually slows. He can't keep this up forever when he's got so much going on inside his body right now. The maze feels like it never ends, and what he thought was the correct passageway, turns out to be the wrong one. He thought he would have been used to this by now, but it just annoys him. Stop trying to gaslight him, maze!!!

But Hien eventually comes to a stop, his breathing heavy for a variety of reasons and Elysium being so close to him with his feelings exponentially growing into something that's too much--he wants to stop thinking. Stop thinking. Stop-- ]

"Then be happy--"

[ He presses his face against the side of Elysium's head as if that would make him feel better somehow the same way a dog nuzzles the owner when said owner feels sick or sad. His mouth is close to Elysium's ear. ]

"--with me."

Edited 2025-12-12 01:21 (UTC)

[ not hien asking for the impossible.

There's a long span of silence. One, where Hien wouldn't be faulted for thinking Elysium's ignoring him. But then comes the sound of a resigned sigh, and he's leaning back against Hien, tucking into him the way a bird might seek warmth and shelter beside another on its perch. In one smooth motion, he reaches up, plucks a feather from behind his own ear, and…

tucks it gently behind Hien's, fingers threading through his hair with slow and deliberate care. ]

… How's this? A part of me will always be with you.

[ sorry. he can't make promises he can't keep. ]

[ sorry he's still feeling omega pheromone stuff so he visibly shivers at the way elysium tucks the feather behind hien's ear. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa

But also, he doesn't want to lose this feather. So. ]

"Take it out. It's gonna fall off when I start running again. Give it to me later."

[ submissive bottom? sorry he doesnt have the personality for it right now ]

[ give it to him later, he says… so now he's going to have a cursed ass feather laying around, one he can neither give nor throw away. the uno reverse of hien haunting his narrative… cool.g

But the Elysium of now isn't thinking about that; he's thinking about the later where they'll actually have to be face-to-face for the handoff. That's embarrassing. No way. Even if Hien doesn't understand the significance of it, Elysium does, and that's mortifying enough for him to want Hien to forget about it altogether. Maybe he will. ]

You don't need to push yourself this far. [ into his pocket the feather goes. it feels heavier than it ought to be. ] Getting to the manor a few minutes sooner won't make much of a difference. [ … ] Look after yourself, too.

[ getting to it at all won't change anything for that matter, but he wisely keeps that part to himself. ]

"I'm looking after the both of us. I don't like pain either, but you..."

[ Hien huffs before starting to run again. ]

"Who else would I push so hard for? I said it before. I love you."

[ And they finally arrive at the Purrfect Penance. The pain lingers, but he feels like he can breathe a little better because the fuckin heat mechanic is gone. It doesn't stop him from wanting Elysium to feel better, so he takes a room that nobody is using and places him on the bed. If Elysium tries getting out, Hien will push him back onto the bed. ]

[ ——Ah. Everything clicks into place, almost alarmingly fast. His heart is still sprinting entire distances by the time he's unceremoniously deposited onto this random ass bed, and he has to sit there a few seconds just to get his breath under control, hand to chest.

…

Hien's cool. They ignore things all the time? It's fine. They can ignore this, too. The AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa from earlier intensifies. ]

Flare-ups only last for as long as it takes for my medication to kick in.

[ He quietly rummages through his bag, pops a few pills, and then obediently sinks into the bed, curling up until only his mop of hair is left visible. He thinks he'd said that placidly? He hopes so? Good god. ]

… I really do owe you for this. I mean it. [ just lays it out plainly. ] Nothing you say is going to change that.

[ Elysium had medicine in his bag all along. Hien just... stares for a minute, letting the adrenaline leave his system. He lets out a quiet sigh, tucks Elysium in and sits on the edge of the bed while facing him. ]

"Fine. Just get better soon. And give me the feather."

[ sometimes you're too h*rny to think about things properly

He hears the last sentence and decides it's better to play dead. ]

"... Elysium?"

[ He's sitting right there next to your sick self, boy. Hien tries to peer over at him. ]

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