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[surexpose]

Whom do I speak with regarding Moonblessings and issues with Moonblessings? Is there any Prismal that can fix it? The Knights? I demand an answer.

[He wants to speak to Prismatica's manager.]

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[surexpose]

[Over and over they rut, and Joseph continues to come until his orgasms are nothing but dry spasms, unable to hold onto Yashiro any longer, only clawing at his hips with his long toes, his wings spread out, his narrow chest and delicate ribcage heaving. His mouth is flecked with spit, eyes dazed, the skin between them a wet, sticky mess with all sorts of fluids. Every time he thinks he can't take anymore, Yashiro moves again and his body, oversensitized but not so much that it's a painful turnoff, responds in kind. He's left a whimpering mess under him, sniffing and swallowing.]

[shinseikai]

[ Yashiro manages to come a few times as well, though not nearly as often as Joseph. He might be an incorrigible bottom, but his dick still works like anyone else’s.

If it weren’t Iris, he’d go longer. Just to see what it does, just to make him cry more. But iris makes him kinder, so he’s gentle when he finally pulls out, smoothing his hand along Joseph’s chest. ]

There you go. Better?

[surexpose]

[For once, finicky Joseph doesn't even care about the sticky mess that's dripping from between his legs. That hand is warm on his chest, Yashiro's voice rumbling pleasantly in his ear. He takes a little breath, and then nods.

His wings reach up to rest lightly against Yashiro's back, the closest to an embrace--]

Please...stay.

[shinseikai]

Okay, okay.

[ Yashiro is stronger than he looks. He doesn’t show it off much because he prefers that people think he’s weak, but he’s able to scoop Joseph up and stand, carrying him in his arms to take him back to the bedroom. Of course, he has to sort of guess where that is so if he gets lost that’s not his fault. ]

[surexpose]

[He lets out a heavy sigh as Yashiro takes him into his arms, resting his forehead against his neck. He loves being carried like this, though his cheeks are a little flushed with something like embarrassment. Still, he's docile. It's not hard to find his bedroom; his home isn't massive (he doesn't like being alone in large buildings), and the large four-poster bed through the door is a dead giveaway.]

[shinseikai]

I’ll get you cleaned up.

[ he deposits him on the bed and tries to pull away, though if Joseph is going to keep clinging to him that might be a little difficult. ]

[surexpose]

[He does, his little claws poking insistently into Yashiro's shoulder, but a moment later he does let go; the one thing that can hold a candle up to having a body close to him is being pampered.]

...Thank you.

[shinseikai]

Mmhm.

[ he takes off the cuffs he'd still been wearing and drops them for now, and then wanders off to the bathroom to find a towel. he gets it wet, warm water to be the most soothing, and then comes back, sitting down next to Joseph so he can gently clean him up, running the towel along his skin like he's made of a precious material. ]

[surexpose]

[He lets his arms relax, tilting his head back into the pillow, lifting a leg for Yashiro to gain better access to between his legs--though really, the other has his work cut out for him. Joseph's abdomen is just as much of a mess as are his thighs.

Still, the tension drops from him bit by bit; little sighs coming out of him as he closes his eyes.]

[shinseikai]

[ Yashiro doesn’t mind. They’d been at it for awhile so it makes sense that there would be a lot. He takes his time, smoothing the towel and taking care of him. He’s capable of doing things like this, it’s just that there’s not much emotion to it. He’s focused on his goal, and he can do that gently, just not like he’s that invested. ]

[surexpose]

So...

[Eyes still closed, his voice is faint, Joseph feeling a little like he's floating.]

You can be gentle.

[shinseikai]

Sure, when I want to be.

[ Or when he needs to be, which is clearly now. Joseph deserves it, after everything, and also, Joseph really wouldn't be able to do this himself with his wings like that. So he takes his time to make sure it does it right. ]

[surexpose]

[He's glad for it, really--even he knows better than to say it out loud, but it's clear in how he sighs and shifts against that soothing cloth.

Though a disappointed sound does leave his throat when he feels that cleaning finishing up--he lifts his wings slightly, cracking his eyes open.]

Won't you stay?

[shinseikai]

Stay?

[ Yashiro repeats it, like the concept is foreign to him. ]

[surexpose]

Here, with me. Even for a bit...the bed's large enough, isn't it? You've nowhere else to be?

[It's not quite pleading, but it's pretty close.]

[shinseikai]

[ Yashiro hesitates for a long moment, but then sighs. ]

Do you have a book or something, at least?

[surexpose]

Oh...

[For an absurd moment, his expression looks visibly hurt...but a beat later it evens out, and Joseph turns over on his side, back to Yashiro, already groping to hook the blanket with a claw. ]

Never mind. You may leave.

[shinseikai]

Joseph.

[ Yashiro stares back with a blank expression, though he does pull the blanket up over him if he wants. ]

Don't be a child. You've left me tied up, with Doumeki's dick practically still in my mouth, and a crop shoved in my ass. Another time, you clawed up my wings and called me a cab while I was still bleeding. Do you honestly believe that that's what this [ he motions between them ] is now, because, what, you dressed me once?

[ Rather than leaving though, he really does go to look for a book. Logical places like a bedside table maybe? Or a bookshelf? ]

Be realistic. I'm never going to be the guy who gets in bed with you to cuddle.

[surexpose]

I don’t.... want to cuddle. [He absolutely wants to cuddle. His shoulders hunch farther, frustration thick in his throat.

Yashiro will find mostly books in French, though he will definitely luck into some books in English, too—mostly essays, novels (most romantic, some bodice-rippers), some fantasy.
]

You like being mistreated. I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I?

[shinseikai]

[ Well, I mean, Yashiro doesn't read english, either, but thanks to the autotranslate in prisma that means he can read either set of books. While the bodice-rippers are tempting, neither of them need to help out their heat here, so he picks some storybook fantasy and then carries it back to bed. He sits back against the headboard next to Joseph, book in hand. ]

Mm. I guess so.

[surexpose]

Besides... you left me in a poor state before, too.

[He lets out a huff as he feels Yashiro sit next to him, curling his shoulders more...exactly like a flustered child. ]

Did I not tell you you could leave?

[shinseikai]

I'm pretty sure that just proves my point, doesn't it?

[ Even still, he waves his hand dismissively ]

I told you we're even. I don't have any reason to do anything like that to you again. Shouldn't this be proof enough? You don't even have arms. I could've taken serious advantage of you!

[ Ignoring the rest of what he said, Yashiro opens the book, paging through it and checking out the illustrations, mostly. ]

[surexpose]

I don’t like being taunted, either.

[But Iris—and the subsequent marathon of fucking—has sapped most of his strength.
Yashiro’s warmth next to him is nice, but...he doesn’t care! He wants to be held!]

Fine! Do what you wish.

[In a particularly childish move, Joseph tugs the hooker corner of the blanket over his head, leaving only a tuft of white hair visible.]

[shinseikai]

[ Yashiro groans. ]

I'm not taunting you. I'm just being honest.

[ He doesn't pull him out from under the covers, but he does start reading out loud from page one. once upon a time, bitch. ]

[surexpose]

You were taunting me before...

[But he trails off as Yashiro begins to read, his eyes brightening a little under the cover-perhaps Yashiro will see him shift and still a little, listening to identify the words.]