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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
ESTP-A
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[ It's all part and parcel of his promise to help him in the first place, after all. And he won't go back on his word either.
So for now, until Minato is ready to take the plunge as it were, Kazuya's slickened hand moves forward, wrapping itself around Minato to pump him slowly. A little more relief, since he wants something "good", and Kazuya can only provide this much from where he is, how he's seated right now. ]
It'll be great, even. I don't think you'll have any complaints.
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He's been promised something good, so he should be good in return, shouldn't he?
Minato rests his hands on Kazuya's shoulders, shuddering as the tip of Kazuya's cock slowly makes its way past a ring of muscle. All of the earlier stroking and stretching's made him pliant enough to take at least that much.
...he's distinctly aware that there's plenty left to go though, and even this much gives a stark display of how thick his cock is compared to his fingers. Minato shudders, eyes squeezing shut as he feels his insides slowly giving way, stretching, making room to become one with Kazuya. Little by little, inch by inch, he makes it halfway down Kazuya's length, holding himself steady there as he feels himself unintentionally clenching around it. He pants, pink flush high in his cheeks as he reminds his body to relax, that there's still more to go.
Kazuya was right. It's nothing like his fingers at all, not with the intense stretch, the way he can feel Kazuya throbbing within him against his insides. ]
...you're -- I can't... feel anything except for you --
[ His drug-laden mind makes him more honest, fingertips digging into the skin of Kazuya's shoulders. ]
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Aha.. You're really, really tight, you know...
[ It's going to drive him insane or kill him, but he won't move. Won't take more than the other is ready for, more than he offers of himself, even if he can only manage this much.
He won't pull him down, sink himself deep inside the other warm body despite the way need roils in his gut. ]
Take your time... There's no rush, alright?
[ Even if his voice is a little strained as he says it, he means it. He can be patient as Minato works through this. ]
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The comment doesn't help much. Again, he inadvertently tightens around Kazuya before relenting, another wounded sound pulled from Minato's throat as Kazuya takes him in hand to offer a sweet distraction. He nods and steels himself before exhaling slow, carefully sinking further down onto Kazuya's cock. It's probably best if he doesn't think about how much further he has to go.
He must be going agonizingly slowly for Kazuya. But little by little, Minato presses onwards in spite of the burn until his thighs meet Kazuya's, finally seated properly on Kazuya's lap. He rests his forehead against Kazuya's shoulder and trembles, each throb of Kazuya's cock sending sparks down his entire body. ]
You're -- so deep --
[ His insides relent to Kazuya's arousal, molding themselves anew according to Kazuya's shape. It's dizzying if Minato thinks too hard about it, panting against Kazuya's bared clavicle. ]
I'm sorry, I... I can't move --
[ His own arousal twitches against his stomach, fresh precum weeping from its tip as he adjusts to his senses being flooded by his bedmate. ]
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It's alright.
[He leans forward, just enough to press a sweet kiss to the blue hair that matches his own.]
You're doing great.
[The praise comes, breathy, enamoured, and slightly mumbled against him. If Minato can't move, then Kazuya can wait. Because he'd promised that the other would be able to go at his own pace, that he'd be able to do things in his own time. So if he needs a moment to fully adjust to the full feeling, then Kazuya will let him.
His hands rub small circles into his sides.]
No need to rush. When you're ready.
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Kazuya presses a kiss to sweat-damp locks and rubs reassurance against his sides. The additional contact is yet another reminder of his earlier promise, that they'd go at Minato's pace. So he stays there, breaths shallow against Kazuya's skin until it slowly evens out, until Minato can push himself off of Kazuya's shoulder to sit up again.
He can't quite look Kazuya in the eye. Meeting his gaze feels too intimate; he wonders whether that must seem odd considering how Kazuya was fully seated within him. Even so, Minato can still feel shy in spite of their physical arrangement and the amplified arousal still coursing through his veins.
Carefully, he gives a languid, experimental rock of his hips, Kazuya's length sliding along his inner walls that quiver in response. Minato's mouth falls open with a moan as the cock in him massages against the spot introduced to him earlier by Kazuya's fingers. It sends white-hot pleasure searing through his body, his own cock twitching in response too.
And though there's still the stretch and sting from Kazuya's sheer size, Minato quickly finds the carnal pleasure it sets off far outweighing that discomfort. Each thrust of his own hips is met with a fresh wave of tingling pleasure; he permits his eyes to squeeze shut as he rises and falls repeatedly on Kazuya's lap, allowing Kazuya's cock to slide a few inches out of him before sinking back in. His head tips forwards with another obscene moan as he sinks deeper into the waves of desperation, nails leaving crescent marks along Kazuya's shoulder. ]
Feels -- feels good, Kazuya --
[ He whimpers again as Kazuya's head presses in further into his body beyond any point he'd ever imagined. ]
I... I feel you, down here --
[ One of his hands falls away from Kazuya's shoulders to rest his palm over his abdomen. ]
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[He murmurs again as Minato moves. Slow and hesitant at first, but quickly finding his own pace once it becomes clear that the discomfort is secondary to everything else that's happening. Kazuya doesn't blame him. He has his own personal hang-ups still about being on the receiving end of things, and so he knows that giving control to another in this situation makes it easier on someone who might be normally a little apprehensive.
And it works. Minato rises and falls on him, and a staggered groan is punched out of him with those movements, coming more and more frequently as the other finds his rhythm, what works best for him and his needs.
Kazuya is just here to be a vector for it. For the other to use him as he sees fit, to help him work out the drugs in his system, and then to take care of him in the aftermath.
The fact that he'll get off too from this is simply a bonus.
His hands move back to Minato's hips, helping to steady him, if he needs.]
I told you- Ah, that it'd be good, didn't I?
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The hands at his hips help Minato keep his balance as he rises and falls. Each thrust of his own hips is followed by a heady moan, his own length straining against his stomach. Dampness drips all over Kazuya's lap, but Minato's too invested in chasing his own high to feel any shame over it.
And while he wishes it could last just a little longer, the novel sensation and newly-tapped pleasure whirls into a maelstrom of ecstasy. Each time Kazuya throbs within him, Minato feels him brush against a spot that has him seeing stars over and over again. This is what it's like, then, to be fucked, to feel another person's body carve their way deep inside your own. ]
I can't -- I think -- I think I'm close, Kazuya,
[ Perhaps he didn't have to say a word. It must be obvious from the increasing volume of his cries, tears of overstimulation gathering in the corners of his eyes as he tightens around Kazuya's length, as though his body were subconsciously demanding that Kazuya join him in inevitable climax too. ]
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A more gravely, deep groan rumbles up from his throat as Minato speaks, tells him he's close, and he nods. He's close himself. There's no way he could resist this sort of treatment, after all, and his left hand slides from Minato's hip to his cock, stroking him lightly to hopefully completion.]
Where should I...?
[Come. Because the stronger part of him desperately wants to come inside him, because to be without that slick, tight heat around him for even a second would be maddening. It's not up to him, though. It's up to Minato, who holds him in the palm of his hand, at this moment, hanging off of the precipice as his stomach churns in mirrored desire, cock throbbing and twitching deep inside Minato's body.]
Ah, where do you want me to finish..?
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There's another wounded sound from Minato as Kazuya strokes him, his cock throbbing within Kazuya's grasp. Between the length relentlessly spearing into him and the slick hand around him, Minato knows he won't last much longer. He'll need to get a response to Kazuya quickly, one that's in between his cries timed with every downward roll of his hips. ]
Inside -- please, I don't... Please don't leave me --
[ It must be his drug-addled mind speaking those final words, making him more sensitive to the need to be held close. ]
I don't... want to be alone,
[ He wraps his arms around Kazuya to pull him closer, thrusting into the hand on him before rocking down onto Kazuya's cock -- once, twice, before finally tightening around the hard length within him, desperate to drag Kazuya over the precipice with him. Minato tucks his face in the crook of Kazuya's neck, a broken cry muffled against his skin as he comes in thick spurts, painting Kazuya's hand and both of their stomachs in his spend. He clenches erratically around Kazuya, still riding him at a brutal pace through his own climax, one that hits with an intensity like he's never confronted before. Perhaps it's the effects of the aphrodisiac; perhaps it's amplified by the catharsis Kazuya's facilitated through offering him a safe environment for holding fast to his own desire.
Maybe it's a bit of both. ]
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[ If he wants him to finish inside, that's where he will. The way he asks that so desperately, so full of need and emotion is impressive, if bot a little worrying. But it's a concern he'll have for Minato after this, after he's done taking what he wants from him.
Warm wetness spills into his hand, and the pressure around him increases tenfold, enough to make him see stars, and yet he keeps going. Like he needs Kazuya to release inside him. Electric pleasure and euphoria race down his spine, and in the end, he can't help but buck his hips into him to take that last little bit, to spill in Minato in return as deeply as possible with a gasp and a choked sound. ]
Good, good... That's good. You're good.
[ If he keeps going... Kazuya will keep stroking him too, milking every last drop out of his spent cock. ]
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He's finished, finally, collapsing against Kazuya's chest with a whimper. Minato's body feels alight, post-climax sensitivity sending each physical sensation straight to his brain: the scent of Kazuya's sweat-slicked skin, the come still filling him and kept plugged by Kazuya's member alone, the burn in his thighs and the soreness of his lower half.
Perhaps he'd pushed himself harder than what was wise for his first time, but hearing he'd done well is enough to soothe the pain. Bone-deep exhaustion overrides the discomfort of being coated in his own spend too. He's content to lean against Kazuya for as long as he'll permit him, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation.
...it's quiet now in his head, and though his skin is still warm to the touch, it seems his body temperature's evened out to a less concerning degree. And while Minato was usually the one to pull away first, he finds his arms are still wrapped around Kazuya.
Maybe he should let him go though? In spite of his earlier words he releases Kazuya from his embrace, determined to sit up as best as he can.
He keeps his gaze lowered. ...he wasn't imposing on Kazuya, was he? ]
Can you -- just... What I said earlier, you don't...
[ The last thing he wants to do is overstay his welcome. ]
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I'm not forgetting anything.
[If that's what he was about to ask him to do. There's no way he can forget that vulnerability he saw, and has no want to. If he needs someone to be close to, to rely on and take comfort in, Kazuya has no problem being that person for him.
To further cement that, he presses another kiss to the top of his head, laced with further affection.]
You're welcome here. Whenever you want.
[In case he has any reservations about it. He'd offered, after all.]
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A gentle kiss is pressed against his sweat-damp locks. Kazuya handles him carefully, perhaps even like something that should be cherished. ]
...okay. I'll... remember that.
[ Or at least he'd try his best to do so. He can at least begin acquainting himself to the idea, even if the new warmth spreading in his chest is a little frightening.
It happened over and over again, a bond formed, only for the other party to bid him farewell after leaving him a small token to remember them by. While the memories would last forevermore, he'd found himself still feeling a little hollow as their footsteps faded away.
If Kazuya's promised not to go anywhere, then surely the outcome would be different?
Minato's eyes drift shut as he sighs against Kazuya. He's exhausted, sore, and covered in the sticky aftermath of their coupling, but it's worth the satisfaction that's settled within him. ]
I... think I feel better.
[ The desire for physical company remains, but the desperate and uncomfortable arousal seems to be gone. ]
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[ A soft laugh rumbles from his chest, and his fingers idly stroke the others shoulders, slowly drifting upwards to stroke the back of his neck. Just gentle motions mostly by his thumb, but it's meant to encourage the lingering pleasant sensations between them.
Though... Minato will have to move off of him soon. He doubts the other is really ready for a round two, given what he'd said before this, that it was his first time doing this sort of thing. Or rather, that he'd never been the one to bottom. ]
I've got an onsen here, attached to the bath. We can clean up and then relax in it if you want. It'll help any soreness.
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The thumb at the back of his neck sends a sudden shudder down his spine, an accidental gasp slipping past his lips. Since when had that spot been so receptive, leaving a spark of something pleasant alight on still-sensitive skin?
...perhaps it had something to do with the dark gray mark on the back of his neck, peeking out from underneath dark blue hair. Minato shifts in Kazuya's lap, newfound restlessness as his thumb stroked over a hidden suit mark. ]
Yeah, that -- that's a good idea.
[ Though his response sounds distracted by Kazuya's hands, it is true that soaking in warm water would certainly help with the slight ache in his lower back and thighs. ]
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Curiously, his thumb keeps brushing against that spot, honing in on the way he seems to react. It's something that will be tucked away for future encounters, most certainly, though he's also clearly not above using it in this one right now either.]
... Enjoying yourself?
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...why on earth did it feel so good? ]
No, it's just --
[ He probably shouldn't lie to Kazuya though, not when he seems to have a knack for prying the truth out from Minato. ]
I guess I'm -- sensitive, back there,
[ Maybe there'd been some truth to that After Dark profile. How could the Mating Season staff member have known the back of his neck was an erogenous zone when even he hadn't known about it?
His head drops down against Kazuya's shoulder again, resting his forehead against it once more. He can feel himself going pliant and boneless the more that Kazuya smooths his thumb over his skin. ]
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[He hasn't heard him ask for that yet, so he leaves it to the other to decide if he does want him to stop gently thumbing at the nape of his neck. He goes pliant and boneless against him, relaxes even more in a way that makes him wonder.]
Ah, you'll have to be the one to get off me, if you want to go to have a bath.
[Since... Minato is the one on top of him. It's not like he can go anywhere at the moment. Not without teleporting, anyway. And he doesn't want to even think about how uncomfortable that'd be for Minato.]
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Yeah, you can stop.
[ Minato nods before pushing himself upright again. His hands rest on Kazuya's shoulders, bracing himself there as he slowly rises off the softened cock. There's a hiss from him as lingering sensitivity leaves Minato feeling the distinct sensation of it sliding out. Without Kazuya in him, droplets of come that coated his insides are free to trickle down his thighs.
It feels... odd, the peculiar feeling of emptiness. His legs buckle too as he drops back onto the mattress to lie on his side. It's weird. He can't recall ever being this exhausted after sex. ]
I... need a minute, sorry...
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[ He knows some peopme don't have demonic stamina to fall back on, after all. Of course, once Minato is off of him, he scoots a little to bith give him room and gently rub at his lower back.
Ah... From here he can see why the other must have been so affected by his touch too. What an interesting spot for the mark. ]
Want me to help you to the bath? I can carry you, if you want.
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There's no point in saving face by trying to head to the bath on his own, is there?
Minato lifts his head to glance over his shoulder at Kazuya. ]
...yeah. If that's okay.
[ Of course it's okay. Why else would Kazuya have offered? Even so, Minato finds himself slipping back into the pseudo-apologies. ]
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[ And... it kind of lets him feel a little cool, honestly. He slides put of bed, stopping to stretch for a second before he moves to scoop the other up, carrying him bridal style.
... It's a little funny, how weightless the other is in his hold. Barely a sheet of paper, in comparison to demonic strength.
Kazuya can't help but grin. ]
One delivery to the bathroom, coming up.
[ But it's not a far walk at all, honestly. And unlike the rest of the house-room he's made for himself, the bath is far, far more luxurious. There's shower stalls off to the side, of course, and they're equally opulant, black marble with golden fixtures and knobs, as well as far too cushy chairs for a shower.
Well, sometimes you have to indulge a little, right? And it's here and in the kitchen that see most of the decadence of a King Suite. ]
C'mon, lets get you nice and scrubbed first. Then you can soak all you want.
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Minato leans against Kazuya's chest. Even if it's a short walk to the bath, it's... nice, actually, being carried there.
He can't help but sit a bit straighter upon witnessing the lavish room, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of opulence he'd never witnessed in the past. ...was he truly permitted to be here? Then again, he'd been invited as Kazuya's guest. Kazuya wished to share these amenities with him; who was he to say no? ]
Right.
[ Whether it be a lavish bath or a more humble one shared among a community, the rules remained the same: wash first, then relax in the bath. ]
I didn't know suites could get this big.
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[Minato is set down gently onto one of the cushy chairs, and Kazuya sets about to adjust the water temperature for the pair of them to clean with.... He's quick to spray the warm water on Minato's head playfully with a laugh.]
I try not to overdo it but... I mean, if I have the option, why not have a luxury bath? Here-
[He's giving him the shower head now so he can meander off a short distance to get some nice smelling shampoos and soaps. Very fancy, very nice smelling ones.]
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