crestoria | conquer the black mane

[ Indeed, there aren't. Dainsleif hasn't been angling for what most of those who happen to have remained, cursed as they are, but it is a lie to say that there are no feelings of wishing to see another from Khaenri'ah uninhibited by said curse, and not caught up in certain machinations.

Though, in regards to an Alberich, that is more complicated. No easy such thing, despite the fact their last meeting has clarified certain things—and now here they are...in a situation where they must engage in crude behavior?! Upon reading the scroll, he grips it so tight that his right hand is in danger of tearing it. ]

...And you're implying that you believe I'm incapable of doing so?

[ Dain has been caught on the wrongfoot, unable to will away the heat of a mild flush traitorously rising to his cheeks. He is fully prepared to do what must be done. Except—he's never done this before. Can he get through this without Kaeya knowing? ...Does thinking this mean he has accepted it? No, not at all. He hasn't. ]

[Oh dear... See, this is what Kaeya so adores about these stern, overly serious types: in situations like this, their vulnerabilities reveal themselves. Sex is, for a normal person, quite the intimate affair, fraught with no small amount of feeling and emotion. Someone like Kaeya can compartmentalize all those messy feelings and slot them away, but what about Dainsleif here...? Well, as they say, there's only one way to find out.

With a smile, soft and disarming, Kaeya shakes his head.]

Oh, not at all! I'm simply suggesting that we've been handed a pretty unfortunate set of tasks here. It'd be much more straightforward to cleave our way through hoards of enemies, but alas, it seems you'll be my only sparring partner today.

[Reclaiming the list, Kaeya looks at their objectives and hones in on one that's relatively simple: perform oral sex to completion. Now, he fully intends to be the one performing the task with Dain as his unfortunate target, but for no reason but to amuse himself, he's going to present him with a question:]

"Perform oral sex to completion." What do you think, Dainsleif?

[ A little over 500 years. Time wherein Dainsleif has come to imagine little will phase him—but this...

This is another story entirely. It's hard to think about this in a logical manner, or something potentially easy to ponder over, or pick apart. That is not to say he doesn't have a poker face of his own—it is just, when it concerns intimate matters, he can't hope to hold one like Kaeya does. Though, he raises a brow at the words, with that smile on his face. But, at least the man isn't so crude to use more blunt verbiage, as embarrassing as it is when he knows the connotations behind 'only sparring partner' here. ]

Hmm.

[ A sound of noncommittal, perhaps in a futile attempt to reclaim his sense of lost balance in all this. Futile because then Kaeya's looking at the list, Dainsleif not bothering to resist the other taking it, that he's soon hearing the next words from the other Khaenri'ahn. Absolutely missing Kaeya is messing around with him, he tries to respond seriously. ]

I-I...you... [ Help, he can hardly look at the other male, full awkwardness settling in as his blush deepens. ] I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to perform anything like that. Unless you wish for me to embarrass myself.

[How very endearing! The opportunity to crack open a 500 year old virgin doesn't come along every day. Sure, there exist some nerves on Kaeya's end, but nothing he'll let show. After all, Dainsleif is someone who knows an uncomfortable amount about the heritage they share and, unnervingly enough, perhaps even the true nature of his destiny.

...But ah, no sense in thinking about any of that scary stuff now. Kaeya smooths his amusement out into a simple smile, extending a hand to take Dain's and guide him further into the domain. This place is themed like a brothel, quite clearly, so there must be a private room around here somewhere they can tuck away into. That may help ease Dain's nerves somewhat.]

I would never seek to embarrass you. That's why I need you to do nothing more than sit back and enjoy the experience, alright? I'll handle the rest.

[ Dainsleif never imagined that he'd be spending his first time like...this. Or, to be quite frank, anyone. The irony of the 'who' is not lost on him—not now, not ever.

He feels the hand take one of his, and though other than the flush still stinging his cheeks, his expression does little in expressing any apprehension. But, he does almost thoughtlessly grip tight where those fingers encircle his. Then, his eyes flicker downwards, as if that will shield him from the obvious strange brothel-like appearance of this domain. ]

Then, I believe that this is a situation where I will be in your care.

[ It feels complicated to communicate such words. Fortunately, there is a private room—easy to spot once they've passed a certain point. The room will be spacious enough for the two of them, containing a king-sized bed, alongside other furniture with drawers that hold an abundance of special 'tools' for a private time. Handcuffs, gags, ropes, and the like if someone is feeling frisky enough—helpfully on display because said drawers have been pulled out so they are not over-looked. In addition, atop the dressers are also conveniently-located bottles of lube, also for easy reach and presumable usage.

Once Kaeya guides them into there, Dainsleif reaches to close the door quickly, as well as locking it. ]

So, I suppose I will just...head over to the bed, and...?

[How thoughtful of their captors to fully furnish this room with everything they need to complete their little list of debauched tasks! Kaeya can only imagine someone is watching them — why go to these lengths otherwise? — and sitting back to enjoy the show.

Kaeya doesn't mind a little spectating, of course, but there's a line between entrapment and stumbling upon two people making love in a place they can easily be seen. Getting out of here is their goal, first and foremost, but whoever brought them here is a fool if they think Kaeya won't seek them out to personally "thank" them for this later.

Giving the room a once over, he nods back at Dainsleif, smile tight on his lips.]

Go ahead and take a seat. You needn't do anything more than that to prepare. Unless...

[Kaeya's eyes flick to a frosted glass door on the other side of the room.]

...If you'd like to unwind and take a shower first, the option is there as well. Of course, I'll take you either way.

[ You know, that is absolutely a sentiment Dain can get behind. The situation has really done a number on his nerves, but when the dust settles, and all is said and done with, perhaps he might want to accompany Kaeya on that little expedition.

There's a moment of silence on his behalf, blue eyes looking at Kaeya, taking in that expression and then, still trying to pointedly ignore the objects in the room, he gives the hand he may be (is) holding a squeeze. ]

...I believe it will be for the better if I washed up.

[ Dainsleif then peels away from Kaeya, heading straight into the bathroom, and since he figures it will not matter, he strips once inside—he eyes himself in the mirror, divulging of the mask, alongside his tight body suit wear. The entirety of his right leg to his right arm as well as his hand are going to be obviously visibly afflicted by the curse. It is to the point that said hand is inhuman when revealed, skin tinted by black-blue all the way a little past the shoulder, encroaching on his chest like this. You know, to have a reference point for what he looks like, bared completely.

One showering is done, there is a blond head peering outside the bathroom door, which he had left half-ajar. He has decided he will simply leave the clothing in a neat pile for now, and even if it is not necessary, tied a towel around his waist. ]

I'm ready. Are you?

[Ah, that little squeeze... So there's some warmth in Dainsleif after all. Should he take this as a sign of trust? As an invitation? Or is Dain here trying to allay some of those very potent nerves...?

In any case, Kaeya's reaction is the same once he returns from the shower, pulling on a smile as he pats the open space beside him on the bed. Kaeya observes what he can of Dainsleif's body through his peripheral vision— it's impolite to stare, after all.]

I am. Come take a seat and we'll get started. I promise I won't bite~

[Unless Dain wants that, of course. Kinky.]

[ Dainsleif has yet to learn how to be 'inviting' in a strictly sexy sense, but it's at least the other two out of the three for sure.

Like, just a teensy bit, okay. He still doesn't know the man very well. Yet what he does know is this:

That they did not choose this situation. (Perhaps if he was more uncharitable and bullheaded, he'd think to blame Kaeya for this all, but Dain is not that type of person.) Though, he does raise a brow at the biting comment and assumes the other is just trying to lighten up the mood. ]

Very well.

[ As an aside, Dainsleif might discover he's into being bitten (kyaa), but for now he just continues to look slightly embarrassed as he hurries on over before he loses his nerve—unsure where to place himself, he takes a seat at the end of the bed. ]

...Will this work?

[It's just as well that Dainsleif doesn't have a flirty bone in his body. Being an inherently dishonest person means Kaeya has a lot of appreciation for those who speak frankly, and this man is no different. It'll be easier to learn him, study him, when Dainsleif doesn't strike him as the sort of man to put on airs and defend his insecurities to his dying breath.

His anxiety is written all over his body, and when he settles too far from him on the bed, Kaeya eases over to fill in beside him. This close, it's a simple matter to wrap an arm around Dainsleif's hips and loosely hold him there.]

Mm, this should work well, but we have a bit of legwork to do before we can move onto the main act. Go ahead and close your eyes. You'll feel better.

[It's a bit of a trust exercise as well, and should Dainsleif comply, Kaeya will reward him with a kiss. Soft and chaste, he's taking baby steps to get a gauge on how Dainsleif responds to affection, to having his space invaded like this.]

[ Feeling someone dare to come closer and touch him is ... rather new. To the point that when Kaeya slips an arm around him, the sensation of the touch, of the male so close to him feels like a surprise, even if he can see it coming, with the other so nearby.

(But no staring, no outlandish commentary on his appearance, marred by the affliction, comes either. To which he is grateful that it doesn't. ) ]

...Alright.

[ So, Dainsleif doesn't pull away and then, he decides to follow the advice his fellow Khaenri'ahn gives to him, closing his eyes—a more wary part of him states that it's unwise, but he ignores it, and his prize is the kiss. Another surprise, but gentle enough that the lightness of it makes him receive it well, and he does keep his hands resting on his knees, uncurling from where he had held them tight. Feeling himself maybe even melt into it, but beyond that, nothing else as his comfort levels steadily rise. ]

[Good boy, Kaeya mouths against Dainsleif's lips, but it's silent praise, one he doesn't lend his voice to in favor of gently tonguing his way into his partner's mouth. Dain's receiving him well, so he deserves every bit of praise, doesn't he?

And while he can tell those abyssal scars marking his body are a point of self-consciousness, when their lips part for air, it's those places he kisses— the hollow just beneath his right eye, the column of his throat, his shoulder. Call him forward if you will, but Kaeya has a confession to make and he does so with a smile tight on his lips.]

How beautiful you are.

[He needn't risk chastising Dainsleif by telling him to take pride in the markings that spill over the right side of his body— if he doesn't believe those scars to be beautiful now, he might never, and that isn't Kaeya's battle to fight.

Rather than leave him with any room to argue, Kaeya presses his lips back to Dainsleif's with more force, coaxing him down along the bedspread and twining their tongues together once more. No need to tell him he's wrong, Dain. Kaeya isn't inclined to listen anyway.]

[ From the way the man's lips move against his own, Dainsleif could swear Kaeya may have been about to say something, or was, though with his own mouth falling open as the other male gently prods his way through with his tongue, deepening the kiss, he's definitely distracted. If he heard that kind of praise, though? He might have perished a little, bless Kaeya. As it is, head's already feeling a little dizzy, but pleasant from that first kiss. But either way perhaps it is no surprise that he's more than a bit caught off guard when he notices where Kaeya places his next kisses, light but doubtless with a certain purposeful intent.

Against spots he'd think anyone would surely shy away from, but not Kaeya. And then he's telling him he's beautiful, despite seeing the marks of the curse, the light dusting of pink on his cheeks darkening as his bright blue eyes widen. ]

I—

[ His words are swallowed up in the kiss, and this time it's only easier for his lips to slide open, back against the sheets behind him, blue eyes sliding closed as he shudders, arms reaching to encircle Kaeya, fingers gripping tightly onto the other man's clothing, against his back. As for the kiss? He's losing himself in it, having infinitely less experience, a soft moan even escaping him. ]

[That lack of experience on Dain's end is what makes this so delightful for Kaeya. He's not in the habit of deflowering virgins, but he is in the habit of picking apart those who fascinate him. In this case, he can make an exception, allow himself to be the one who ruins this long-lived man.

Kaeya settles overtop of him, one leg swung over Dain's hips to keep him caged beneath him. As their tongues intermingle, he's sliding his hand down to grope hard muscle, cup the modest swell of one pectoral. How sensitive are those nips, bro? Kaeya's about to find out, twisting one between finger and thumb while he rests his weight on Dain's hips. If he gets hard, Kaeya wants to feel him stiffen in real time.]

[ Dainsleif wonders idly how things would have gone should it have been anyone else, or someone so unfamiliar that they're nothing but strangers in all the ways. What a coincidence, Dainsleif thinks, perhaps again, perhaps for the first time that it so happens to be two Khaenri'ahns. Whatever else he might be tempted to brood upon interrupted at the shift, closer movement to make it far easier for his hands to grab onto Kaeya.

His fingers dig in deeper into the fabric, kept trapped where he is, and he likes it—the revelation surprises himself. Much like how he feels at one of his nipples being twisted like that—which is pleasant and startling enough for him to gasp into the kiss.

As for how else this is affecting him—absolutely immediately so, no matter how embarrassing that is, the towel and Kaeya's proximity not hiding much when he already begins to get hard from just this much. ]

[My, when was the last time he slept with such a receptive partner? Sure, oral sex is all they're being asked to do here together... for now, but if Dainsleif believes Kaeya will stop there, he'll swiftly be proven wrong. No matter what is asked of them, Kaeya has his own plans in mind.

Kaeya coos into Dainsleif's mouth between shifts of the tongue — good boy — and rocks his hips from side to side. The gradual friction feels good, doesn't it? Totally not his fault if that poor towel can't survive the monster that is Kaeya's hungry ass. Who in their right mind would stop at a mere blowjob? Certainly not Kaeya.]

[ ...Oh boy, Dainsleif can't quite predict the future, no matter what kind of information he has, but that will certainly be a pleasant surprise?

Speaking of 'pleasant surprises', feeling the light bit of friction against him, forcing his mind to be more than enough distracted as he valiantly begins to (try to) piece together the muffled words spoken moments in between an intense kiss. No surprise that Dainsleif's almost unconsciously rolling his hips upwards with no manner of finesse either, brows furrowed, wanting to feel more—ostensibly desiring more. Any harsh breaths, and the sounds of further soft gasps are further hampered by the continuance of every press of their lips, the feeling of their tongues intermingling that has by now assured his lips are wet with their shared efforts.

His right hand even moves slightly from where it had been to tug at the other's clothing, at the jacket, before he is finally forced to break the kiss, just barely, only to say: ]

I...I want more.

[ Being pulled in by such hunger, Dainsleif can only make an embarrassing admission, blue eyes now reopened, looking into Kaeya's own even if he's almost tempted to look away. ]

[Oh? How forward. Kaeya is pleasantly surprised, of course, preferring a man who speaks his mind and asks for what he wants as opposed to one who waits around for what he wants to come to him. Luckily for Dainsleif, Kaeya is more than happy to provide, breaking their kiss to lick his way down his chest, circling a nipple.]

A bit of friction isn't quite enough, is it? Don't you worry— we're just getting started.

[How sensitive is your chest, Dain? Your lil nippy nops? Kaeya grazes his teeth against one while kneading the opposing breast beneath his palm.]

[ Dainsleif has always prided himself in being the type of man who doesn't wait around for results—one has to do it all by oneself in order to get something. He can't just rely on someone else to do anything for him. That's how it is. Though, if he is being unfortunately honest with him right now, he has never imagined he'd be the type of one that has remained the very same in the bedroom, on account of the fact he has never pictured himself in one.

When the dark-haired male starts to pay more attention to his ~~nipnops~~ chest like that, even with just the tongue, he's a bit startled. How many times will he embarrass himself today? ]

...J-just getting started. Right, of course.

[ Dain wonders if he has started to lose track of time, finding himself having sunk in so deep momentarily, the comment is what momentarily brought him back to his senses. Ah, but he's soon grabbing at the other's back again, leaning upwards again with the slight escalation that attention, a small breath leaving his lips; which also answers the question, doesn't it? ]

[Kaeya can't help but chuckle, amused by Dainsleif's reaction. Overwhelming, isn't it? But of course it is. Kaeya can only vaguely remember his first time, but he recalls enough to know that Dain is handling himself quite a bit better than Kaeya had way back then. Maturity must have something to do with it, or perhaps Dain has an ounce more shame than Kaeya himself does.

Ah, but he's getting carried away, lavishing attention on Dainsleif's chest until he's grabbing at him, making his sensitivities known. Cute. So very charming. He'll remember this for next time.]

Don't worry. A little warmup will help you acclimate.

[And to that end, he doesn't spend terribly long tormenting Dain's sensitive nips, kissing his way down his chest, his stomach, his hips where he coils his fingers beneath his towel with a coquettish grin. You ready to get your soul sucked out through your dick, Dain? Last call for second thoughts.]

[ Dainsleif does certainly hear the telltale sound of that amusement from Kaeya—too occupied in the brief moment to let any words of criticism follow up, for certain. Same for afterwards, though the most the other catches might be a brief gaze of slight judgment, but there's not much heat to it all the same.

It's hard to reconcile himself with the fact he feels something like a sharp race of anticipation running through him as Kaeya inches himself downwards, soft kisses pressing upon his stark naked skin as he goes. Actions that feel mildly ticklish to someone who is very unaccustomed to intimate touch, though then the other male stops as he poises presumably to lift the towel off of him. With a grin like the cat that just ate the canary...embarrassing. ]

I hope you don't believe that just staring will be of much help.

[ Dain says with more a feeling of awkwardness than necessarily impatience. From where Kaeya is certainly eye-level with his lower half still barely, but modestly covered with the towel, it is very evident that he's been mostly enjoying the foreplay immensely, his hardness poking immodestly against the fabric. ]

[So sassy! Kaeya recognizes discomfort when he sees it, and it's only natural that Dainsleif would be apprehensive when he's about to delve further into intimacy with a man like Kaeya... then again, Kaeya can't give himself all the credit. It's quite possible Dainsleif would struggle to be intimate with anyone, but Kaeya's sadistic side hopes all this anxiety is his fault alone.

Without further ado, he loosens the knot keeping Dainsleif's towel slung over his hips and bares him fully. Having clearly not had enough of embarrassing him, Kaeya coos at the sight of his hard, exposed cock, wrapping his fingers around the base.]

Then allow me to give you a hand... and a mouth.

[That's your warning, Dain. Kaeya parts his lips around the tip of his cock, closing his eyes to commit his taste to memory, while the fingers at the base of his cock steadily pump away.]

[ Even if Kaeya may not know for certain, the anxiety is most certainly at least a good portion of his fault. Not all of his fault on account of the fact that Dainsleif isn't exactly willing to blame him for the entirety of it when he perceives that he's been more or less eased into this in a way that he imagines most would be incapable of. Regardless of the baggage the other male carries as a fellow Khaenri'ahn and also an Alb...

...And then he's cooing at his cock. Nevermind! Dain is fully content to assign him all the blame for it. Despite him biting his lip a little when he feels those fingers wrap firmly in place, he sends him another Look that amounts to more judgment, than anything else.

That said, before he's able to say anything to all of that, Kaeya's getting straight to work. As he does, the warning feels potentially warranted. With his lips placed easily where they are, wrapped around just the tip, and already his fingers are moving, a sharp gasp falls out, his dark right hand shooting out to sink fingers into that navy-colored head of hair. Had he anticipated it already starting to feel good? No.

Maybe it's why he decides to swallow down those words for now. ]

[Ah... He'd expected Dainsleif to be somewhat sensitive, but this is taking sensitive to a whole new level. Five hundred years of life didn't prepare Dain to be taken down by a humble blowjob, did it? Regardless, Kaeya can't entirely blame him either— the tip of the cock is the most sensitive place for most men, after all.

Kind enough to spare Dain's pride, Kaeya lets that cock push his mouth open wider so he can suck along the length of it, cheeks hollowed out to wrap every inch of it in hot, slick wetness.

Much as he'd love to watch Dainsleif's expression twist and turn with pleasure, Kaeya does him another solid and closes his eyes to focus on bobbing up and down, learning Dainsleif with his tongue, discovering the places where he's most sensitive. He's... kinda expecting those places to be the entirety of his dick, but he'd love to be proven wrong!]

[ Dainsleif has prepared himself for many things, but this? It is well beyond his expectations, not that he can say he knew what this entailed besides...potentially feeling good. Perhaps obvious facts, but he is also a man who doesn't indulge in such things, and his body is always in some form of constant, chronic pain. Less so since he has had time to recover from the Chasm incident, but even before then, such a thing was present. Compared to what he deals on a daily basis, combined with his inexperience? This has been already been practically incomprehensible good in a way he has never anticipated.

Whatever thoughts or misgivings he might have are further pushed away as Kaeya pursues his administrations in earnest, the wet heat around more of his cock also making his eyes wide— ]

Nngh—!

[ Dainsleif brings one shaking hand back to his mouth subconsciously, to try to muffle any further sounds. But to no avail, given that Kaeya's not holding back in his efforts—as for any particulars sensitivity-wise, Kaeya is going to discover that he will not be proven wrong. More sharp, loud gasps fall from him, and so does the hand, a bit loosely from where he had laid it, while his other hand grips harder on that head of hair. His head also tips back, body shaking, and his expression full of unrestrained pleasure as he already feels himself speeding along to a precipice he has never felt in centuries. ]

[The cure for all of Dainsleif's ills is clearly a daily blowjob... but Kaeya might not be able to help him with that. He can certainly tell he's awoken something inside of him, exposed a need to Dainsleif that he didn't know he had. The rest is up to him, the days ahead uncertain, but he can rest assured that Kaeya will take good care of him while he remains in his presence.

That said... well, he might not get as much mileage out of this cock right away, will he? This is a first for Dainsleif and Kaeya knows how fleeting firsts are, so he pours all of himself into the act to ensure it's nothing but a pleasant experience for the other man. Taking him deep into the back of his throat, Kaeya swallows around his length, tasting him and tempting him at once. Watching Dainsleif through the filter of his lashes, Kaeya silently beseeches him: Go on. Let go.]

[ Certainly so. Dainsleif will not come out this way the very same he 'walked' into all of this—even if by the end of the day, he will unequivocally remain himself regardless. There are some things he will need to consider following the culmination of...all of this. But at this moment, one can be certain that he isn't doing much of any of his usual brand of deep contemplation. Not with Kaeya's skilled lips around his cock.

He thoughtlessly tugs a bit hard on those azure-colored strands of hair, and then with Kaeya's efforts only seeming to climb in intensity, the other man mercilessly swallowing around his hard cock, he can't hold back for long even if he wanted to. ]

You...you should—ahh...

[ Hazy blue eyes easily slip closed as Dainsleif finally succumbs to what feels like the apex of pleasure, a blinding and incredible ecstasy temporarily seeming to overwhelm him as he tenses up, coming with another loud, shuddering gasp, words or names beyond being able to fall from his lips. ]

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