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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. ]

[ this teleporting is cheating, actually. he was going to carry him off nicely for once? tch.

But after [ REDACTED ], [ REDACTED ], and [ REDACTED ], here they are, splayed across the sheets of Luxuria. Elysium is staring up at the ceiling.

This was supposed to be relaxing? —Maybe not relaxing, but certainly not like he'd just come out of the battle of his lifetime. Eventually, he pushes himself upright, idly dragging a hand through his hair. When he glances down at his side, the same hand find its way into Hien's. He gives it a ruffle, somehow fond despite it all. It feels like something is missing…? But he doesn't think too much of it.

He exhales dramatically. ]

How are you feeling? If you want, you can take the first shower.

[ Hien nuzzles a little against the hand on his head, but groans after. ]

"Alright... I'm fine."

[ Hygiene is important. Right. Hien doesn't feel sore yet, but it'll definitely kick in later. That's why he opts to get out of bed first to waddle on over to the bathroom, except

...

???

He feels his own head. ]

[ He just watches this also like

??? ]

You sure? Do you want me to go in with you?

[ … ]

If you crack your head open and make me take you to the river, you're going to wish that thing let you choose what you forget.

"... Only if you're up for another round."

[ OKAY HIEN

He keeps patting the top of his own head though. ]

"The... ears...?"

[ Looks at Hien like

OKAY. But what does it say about him when he gets up anyway… he smacks Hien lightly in the head. Stupid. ]

It was probably one of those curses that was only meant to last for a few hours. Like when I thought being bald was the pinnacle of beauty…

[ he shudders. ]

But you made a cute Feline. If you were from Terra, you'd have them full-time. [ Just a throwaway thought. But casually, he catches Hien's wrist and tugs him forward. This feels like it gets easier every time. ] C'mon. Don't keep me waiting.

[ not us having to fade to black again ]

[ Hien blankly stares at Elysium like what... what was he saying......... but then he gets pulled to the bathroom. Okay. No thoughts, head empty.

Things continue to happen...

After all that, Hien gets dry and he waddles out and... collapses on the bed on top of the blanket. He's so spent. Goodbye world. ]

[ HIEN THE SHEETS AREN'T EVEN CLEAN?

But even if he'd said that aloud, he doubts they would fall on non-deaf ears…… he is also spent, but he overwhelmingly cares about this kind of thing so he just forces himself through the fatigue.

Picking up Hien is… hard… not to mention he doesn't have any actual place to put him somewhere comfortably, so he settles with rolling him over just enough to clear one half of the bed, rolling him back over after.

This is how Hien gets a nice time on nice sheets while Elysium conks out on a chair. Nice. ]

[ bitch come back here he wants to snuggle ]

[ this is only happening if Hien drags him over ]

[ me crying because he would go in a deep sleep

will he at least be here at (looks at notes) noon-ish purgatory time doesnt exist]

[ okay. well. he's about to have the worst aches anyone has ever seen because he's sitting in this chair waiting for forever for sleeping beauty to wake up.

Just kidding he does force himself to move around a little and even pulls out a book to read… but at some point he's truly like when is this binch going to wake up.

He starts prodding his cheek. It escalates into blowing air into his ear. Die. ]

[ Hien whines and buries himself into the blanket some more like he's an ostrich, but it obviously doesn't work. ]

"Mrngh..."

If you're up, do the teleporting thing to get to your room.

[ Pokes his forehead. ]

I'm not sure about either of us staying in this maze longer than we have to.

[ otherwise he wouldn't be so paranoid about supervising… ]

[ weh ]

"Fine..."

[ Hien rolls over so that he can get his clothes that are probably at the foot of the bed. ]

"Ugh. What about you...?"

[ His clothes are nearly piled in Elysium's hands, actually. He's holding them out. As for Elyskum himself, he's already back in his ensemble sans jacket. ]

If you want to take me with you, sure, I wouldn't mind the ride. Do you have to carry me for it, though?

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