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"A few days ago. I lost a bet."

[ Half an inch.

Okay. ]

[ It can be no inches.

It is no inch. A hand rests shy of Hien's back, though that's somewhat explainable as Elysium just leaning his weight against it. ]

And your soul is something you usually bet with?

"No. It just got taken as a byproduct of my loss. Didn't expect it either... and now it's a pain."

[ He quietly breathes out like a sigh. ]

… The river again?

[ Hm.

It's his turn to reach a hand up to Hien and tilt his face over. Almost as if inspecting him for any visible changes. ]

"... No—"

[ Cat ears turn forward in alert. What is this. There doesn't seem to be any physical changes on the face, at least. Things seem normal with his usual weird eyes.

??? ]

Mm. It feels a little wrong to continue with what I wanted to do originally.

[ More to himself than Hien.

Still, the hand that had been just shy grows surer, sliding until it comes to rest along Hien's far arm, braced lightly against his back. The palm on his face folds, cupping his cheek. Maybe it's a good thing his expression's unreadable. ]

But I wanted to find you for a couple of reasons. What you did to me before you left the other day. Was that interest? Intent? Or——permission?

You can tell me to stop any time.

[ What.

What...?

Hien just sits there like. Huh. He nuzzles the hand at his cheek anyway as he closes his eyes. ]

"... What do you think it was? You don't have to return it."

[ Well.

Him closing his eyes is permission enough. ]

You think that's what this is? C'mon. You were just teasing my sensibilities. But when words fall short… that is what actions are for. Sure. I'll take a page out of your book.

[ —and that's all he says before he closes one of the last bits of distance between them. This kiss isn't nearly as gentle as the one Hien left him with, markedly intent. But it is still restrained enough that he could pull away if he wanted to.

now you know why i asked the mods about unique kisses ]

[ help

Hien should have expected this, but he didn't. He couldn't. He shouldn't. The cat ears perk up with attention before they flatten a little like the wings of an airplane.

He doesn't pull away. Instead, Hien returns the kiss, mimicking the strength Elysium put in for his. ]

[ okay. cool.

At some point, the angle isn't going to cut it anymore—so he finds himself shoving Hien until he's flat on his back. ]

… Since you seem to prefer it when I'm direct: when you kissed me, it felt like you were accepting all of me. Especially after everything I told you.

[ Another kiss, deeper but quicker than the last. If given his way, he effectively boxes Hien between his arms. ]

Am I wrong?

"No."

[ He quietly breathes out after being kissed again. The flat ground against his back makes him want to retaliate, but he holds back for now.

For all of what Elysium told him, Hien felt that he could piece together the rest of it. Hien has almost always accepted things that happened, whether it was deserved or not. He accepts people for all their quirks, secrets, personalities, everything. ]

"You'd be right. What about it?"

[ He gets boxed in because he doest do anything that prevents Elysium from doing so. ]

[ Instead of leaning in for another kiss, he presses an affectionate nuzzle against the crook of Hien's neck. There's a beat, a quiet pause, before he tilts his face just enough to let his teeth graze Hien's lobe in a gentle snap. ]

What do you think? [ A soft laugh, breathed directly against him. ] I'm hitting on you.

[ A far more crass way to put courting, but it is what it is. ]

[ The affectionate nuzzling is nice, but then he tenses up with the feeling of teeth and how he feels that breath against his ear.

There is no real good way of asking if Elysium is cursed, and Hien has been on the end of that before, so he won't subject him to that. ]

"... I thought you didn't want to."

You're the one who provoked me first. And you're saying that?

[ He bites Hien again. Punishment. ]

I can't give you my feather, but I am interested in you. If you want to change my mind, you're welcome to try.

[ Hien tries to scrunch up a little, but it's not really a secret anymore that he liked it due to sensation sharing. It's fine. ]

"It looks like I have a ways to go... when I thought you wouldn't give in to a simple provocation."

[ aka you are cagey as hell, sir

His cat ears press down like little airplane wings again. ]

Was it a simple provocation? It came from you.

[

Two can play at Hien's game. ]

[ .... ]

"Are you saying that I'm not simple, because I am."

I'm saying it worked because it came from you. You just wanted to hear me say that, didn't you? [ bites again. ] Like you do a lot of other things. Needy.

[ but

He doesn't say it derogatorily. It's also true—being around Hien is simple compared to so many other things in this current moment. It's comforting. ]

"I—"

[ Then he bites again and. Ugh. He didn't necessarily need to hear it, but its nice to be acknowledged. ]

"I'm not needy..."

[ He grumbles.

Yes he is. His powerful latent greed is dormant for now. ]

"Stop biting my ear."

[ Sometimes you get tired of being cagey. Sometimes, you desperately crave intimacy to forget the things that bother you. And sometimes, there's only one person who happens to tick all the hyperspecific boxes down a checklist for better and for worse.

Elysium stares back, then—grins, mischievous. ]

Mm? What do you want me to do instead? Kiss you again?

[ Hien doesn't need to see Elysium's face to hear the mischief through that tone. ]

"Yeah."

[ Despite being blind, he has a good idea of where things are with the proximity to everything, so he hooks a finger inside the turtleneck to pull him down so that they can kiss. ]

[ To an extent, he's like

is this what it's like to deal with myself? There's a sound of amusement, cut short the moment their mouths meet. His teeth scrape along the edge of Hien's lower lip, coaxing it to open.

This time, it's easier to give in, to let his hands wander. As one arm braces his weight, the other slips beneath Hien's shirt, tentative at first, almost testing. Another question, in the form of fingers tracing light shapes into warm skin. ]

[ Hien parts his lips, using his tongue to meet Elysium there first and deepens the kiss. The finger that hooked onto the turtleneck moves that his hand rests at the back of Elysium's head, stroking through his hair. Hien is a little warmer than the average person, like a personal mobile heater. All he has is a black shirt, black pants, and dark cloak that contains hammerspace, but it's currently sprawled out on the ground. Nothing complicated about his clothes. It is what it is.

Just like his entire everything. Being like this almost makes him feel like a regular person, despite the irrelevant anxiety that keeps looming in the back of his mind and the actual relevancy of this being a one-night stand and nothing more. Even though Hien himself had never personally had sex before, it's really something to know, hear, and see his other selves do it despite not wanting to know any of it. First times stopped meaning anything a long, long time ago. He has more or less accepted that the feather will never be his either, but he'll do this since he likes Elysium enough—just like he's willing to be a switch/bottom at the moment too. All because he likes him enough.

Giving the control to him might also prove to be beneficial. ]

[ When Hien's hand settles into his hair, Elysium leans into it, tilting just enough that the kiss remains unbroken. It becomes its own feedback loop, the warmth that gathers in his chest spreading slowly outward. It's a feeling that will echo along their red string, and the further along Hien moves his hand, closer to his feathers, that resonance intensifies.

Touching them is fine. Touching them is more than fine, body instinctively angling for it as his feathers ruffle and fluff of their own accord. He doesn't break the kiss when his hand slides further down, and as they reach Hien's waistband—

He pauses.

He draws back just enough for their noses to brush, lips still close. His thumb idly hooks where it rests, eyes searching Hien's even if they might be sightless. He still seems to be emoting, at any rate. ]

Do you get off on doing this out here, or do you want to move somewhere more private?

[ The question is light, almost amused, even if the intent behind it isn't. This would mean nothing to him if he didn't make sure Hien enjoyed himself just as much. Look, he has no problem switching either and believes in his ethereal dead wife prowess in both positions, but if he's topping, he's making sure Hien feels every bit treated well——at least in this moment. ]

[ Hien frowns and almost smacks Elysium for that comment, holding back only because of the intent. He sighs and gives him a peck. ]

"... Let's go inside."

[ The manor? No. He teleports them to Luxuria's empty room and throws Elysium on the bed and pounces on him. His! For now. Yes, he did this despite being blind. He has good spatial awareness... surprisingly. ]

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