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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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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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Minato sees what Kazuya's up to... There's a small smile as he shields his eyes from the water. ]
Yeah. It is pretty nice.
[ He takes the shower head from Kazuya to start dousing himself in warm water. The water pressure's fantastic; if given the option, why wouldn't someone ensure they had the best possible bathroom available at their fingertips? He'd been impressed by the amenities at Beak's locker rooms, but this is on an entirely different level. ]
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Once Minato's hair is wet, Kazuya uncaps the shampoo, something that smells like citrus with woody hints, and starts scrubbing it into Minato's hair helpfully.]
I've already made the offer, but you're welcome to come by to use it whenever you want. You lucked out at a decent rank, but if you ever wanna come by to relax, you're more than welcome to. No notice needed.
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I'll remember that, thanks.
[ If Minato sounds a bit distracted, it's because he is. How can he not, seated in this tranquil space as Kazuya works some extremely nice shampoo into his hair?
Kazuya said he "lucked out" though, which leaves him wondering... ]
Were you always a king rank...?
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[ And the room was way more cozy, even if it'd only been a 5 suit.
His fingers muse the others hair, lathering in the shampoo gently and efficiently. Also because he's always been a physically affectionate person, and the afterglow has him feeling even more so, as it always does.
A quick rinse though, and it'swashed out, leaving Minato's hair softer and shinier than ever. Luxurious.
Kazuya starts to soap his shoulders and back next.]
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[ Huge difference then from his starting rank. He hasn't seen a rank three suite, but given how lower ranked guests either shuddered when they spoke of their living quarters or advised he should be grateful for his current rank, Minato imagines it's not very pleasant down there.
Minato keeps his eyes closed as Kazuya rinses the shampoo from his hair. He'd never bothered to use particularly lavish products, and even without them he'd gotten by just fine. Whatever Kazuya's using leaves the tresses silkier than usual.
He sits up a bit straighter as Kazuya spreads the soap across his shoulders and his back. Whatever he's using must be incredibly nice too. Was this really allowed? ]
...your soap smells nice.
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[Well, of the ones that don't illicit an unwanted effect, anyway.
Minato will be perfectly clean, with certain exceptions to areas that it's probably best that Minato clean for himself, at which point he hands the bar of soap to Minato himself to deal with, and starts to scrub his own hair and body with his shampoos and soaps.]
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This resort -- it's... huge.
[ To think there were several other suites on this floor, too, that were comparable the size of Kazuya's...
Minato takes the bar of soap from Kazuya, scrubbing himself down everywhere else. Once cleaned, he'll set it aside before glancing over at Kazuya silently. He doesn't really mean to stare, but -- those dreadful scars riddling his body, where had they come from?
It's rude to look, isn't it? So he shifts his gaze away, resting his hands in his lap while looking over at the giant bath. ]
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[Indoor spaces that seem impossible for him to comprehend. The way there's no actual exit. A carpark, but without any real means of escape. Ventilation shafts that simply circle back around into themselves. It's strange.
Kazuya has learned by now that it's not really for him to question anymore.
It doesn't take long for him to scrub and rinse himself down, especially since he really wants a soak right now too. To just relax in the bath with company, knowing that the sheets on the bed will be changed out and fresh in the time he's gone.]
You can ask if you want, you know.
[It's hard not to catch someone staring at him. He knows that people get pretty surprised when it comes to the state of his torso and limbs, where not hidden by clothes. It makes it more obvious when Minato looks away, even as Kazuya motions for him to come along and get into the hot water alongside him.
It's nice, and he hisses softly in relief as he slides in.]
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Slowly, he dips one foot into the hot water, shortly followed by the second, all before submerging his entire body. The warmth washes over him and soothes his strained muscles. He sighs, content, sinking even further down into the water. He sits there with his eyes closed for a moment, simply enjoying the hot water before remembering -- that's right, Kazuya's given him permission to ask about the physical state of his body. ]
Your scars -- you... have so many of them.
[ And each one's shape didn't quite resemble the ones left behind by most weapons. In fact, some of them were distinctly bite-shaped? Many of them were? ]
...I noticed them earlier, too.
[ Even though they'd been a little preoccupied, the scars scattered all over Kazuya's skin left an impression on him. ]
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[Kazuya sinks deep into the water himself, letting it soak him right up just past his shoulders, almost to his chin. Maybe it looks a little silly, but that's alright. It's nice.]
I've been bitten, stabbed, shot, cut, clawed, set on fire, nearly frozen to death, electrocuted... You name it, it's happened to me, and it's happened to me more than once.
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Oh.
[ He'd endured his own share of attacks and ailments, but nothing that left behind damage as severe as Kazuya's.
In spite of those trials he must have faced, Kazuya speaks of them easily while sinking deeper into the water, taking in more of its soothing warmth. Minato stays put though with a frown on his face. ]
...you've been through a lot.
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