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Ryo Asuka⬤ canon
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moonblessing ⬤ Iris

[ Iris was both a blessing and a curse to Ryo. Sometimes, it had helped him connect to other people and the way they felt things that he never had. Other days, though, it drove him so deeply into the things he felt that he bordered on needy. And he really didn't like the look on himself. The wings themselves were an interesting, familiar trick of the moons. He rather liked them, though. They made it easier for him to blend in when he wanted to be in his natural form.

He had called Mista because he had been particularly needy today, and was having difficulty finding any form of relief. The other had seemed to at least like his company last time they spent time together. So Ryo opted to call him as he doubted the other would say no.

And sure enough, he hadn't.

He had turned off the lights and unlocked the door, and got into his most comfortable outfit - a tank, baggy pants. But the only thought of relief actually came to him when Mista entered his apartment, and when Ryo heard him speak. He opens his wings, and steps in from Mista's left, shifting up in close, arms moving around the other's neck. ]

You came.

[ He sounds far too pleased when he speaks, like some sort of well-thought out plan was successful. And he knows it wasn't like he thought too hard about that. The touch helps a little, even right now. But it's not really what he's seeking, so he wastes no time and says nothing else before forcing his lips against the other's. There's neediness bordering on aggression that he's made zero attempts to hide. ]

[ He'd thought that he was on his guard enough to tell where someone might come from, but the sound of wings coming from his left made him jump just a little before he felt Ryo's arms come up around his neck. At the very least he could tell that he wasn't hurt, mouth opening to respond and definitely not getting the opening for it.

He didn't quite know what to with his arms, letting them hover at his sides for a moment as he tried to wrap his brain around what was happening. With everything that he'd experienced here, he'd never been ambushed like this and he was torn as to whether he should pull away or simply sink into that kiss. There was something about the urgency behind it that told him pulling back wasn't an option, deep colour rising to his cheeks as he finally let his arms pull carefully around Ryo's waist. Or at least he thought it was his waist, it was hard to tell with those wings but he could worry about that later.

It was hard to use common sense when someone was kissing him like that, a surprised but pleased little sound pulling up from the back of his throat as he returned that action with just as much intensity. He was too easy when it came to kisses, enjoyed them far too much to turn one down and there was a real concern that Ryo was desperate for Chroma. After all, why else would he jump him the second he came through the door? He lingered there until he'd run out of breath, finally pulling back with a nervous laugh as his heart thumped rapidly in his chest. ]

Did you think I was going to say no?

[ There was a tremor to his words, a mixture of nerves and undeniable excitement that he was sure meant he needed to tread carefully. Ryo wasn't a threat, though, even if there had been aggression behind that neediness. ]

[ He knew it was always possible. He often got what he wanted but people weren't always predictable. He thinks that there's something good that he can say here in response to Mista's question. He only takes a second to think about exactly what words he wants to use, too. His blue eyes land rather intently on Mista, quietly observing him for a moment. There were things he rather liked about the other, at the top of that list was that he acted and reacted to him in a way that Ryo had hoped he would.

He had returned the kiss rather fervently, just when Ryo had needed him. He had given Ryo what he had silently asked for - the attention and touch that Iris craves and begs him for every month since he arrived here. The attention that he frequently denied himself. ]

I had hoped you wouldn't say no, but I know that it is always possible. You don't seem the type to turn down a request for help.

[ His request wasn't explicitly for help as far as Mista had known. But he still answered it as only an invitation. He shifts, hands moving up to cup Mista's cheeks as he takes a couple steps backwards, hoping the other would come with him, so he could fold his wings around the other a little more freely a little further into the room. ]

Edited (icon!) 2020-12-09 03:46 (UTC)

Y-yeah, of course I wouldn't...

[ That look from Ryo was powerful, the way those eyes felt like they were looking right into his soul. It was a stupid thought, really, one that he was sure came from being so shaken by that kiss and the feel of those hands on his cheeks.

He followed along easily, cheeks burning with the heat of embarrassment as Ryo's wings wrapped around him. This was unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before, a fleeting consideration that this might have been some kind of strange dream. He reached out instinctively with a shaky hand, first touching those feathers delicately before worrying one gingerly between his fingers. ]

...what are you?

[ It certainly had to be the work of the moon, but he couldn't help but find himself in awe. Those wings were huge, majestic, like something you'd see in a painting. ]

[ Of course I wouldn't. It's music to his ears. He's so happy to hear that Mista would come when he called for him. He's doing something right, so he's just going to keep doing things that give him the results he wants. Right now, he wants Mista's hands on him. While he had put every effort into keeping his identity hidden for maintaining something else, he just had to make some modifications to the full truth. ]

I'm --

[ The smile he wears leans into being just a bit dangerous. His wings are enveloping them both. He seems to have such easy control over the additions, as if they were a natural part of his being, father seeming to be true when he answers the question of what almost fully honestly. ]

I'm an angel.

[ He presses in close, making sure there's no distance between the two of them. His arms around Mista's neck, he leans in, and the words come out as a whisper: ]

I usually have many more wings than what you're singing now. But I didn't come here to show you my wings.

[ A dangerous flicker behind his eyes. ]

I asked you here because I want you to help me this Iris.

[ It's a lot to ask, and it could cross boundaries if he had any care about something like that. But this was what he had wanted, and he was going to get it, even if it meant saying whatever he had to get there. He shifted, sinking his teeth into Mista's neck, only briefly. He subdues the temptation to draw blood. ]

[ He felt overwhelmed by the information that had just been thrown at him, cheeks still burning as a chill pulled all the way down his spine. An angel? He'd just said that, hadn't he? In his head he replayed the entire thing, as if to double check whether he'd misheard but there was absolutely no way for him to be sure. Not that it mattered, not with the way those wings folded around him and how close the two of them were.

Suddenly it felt like more than just his cheeks were burning, every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire when he heard those words and caught the flicker behind those eyes. ]

You want me to--

[ It was a question that didn't make it the rest of the way out of his mouth, not when those teeth sunk into the delicate skin of his neck. It was a weak spot, a guaranteed place that worked like a button to work him up. His reaction was immediate, eyes going wide as a surprised but heated sigh slipped out of his open mouth. There was a skip to the beat of his heart, Mista closing his mouth rather suddenly as he tried to clear his thoughts. ]

...help you? I...what kind of help?

[ He knew that he didn't need to ask, not with the way that Ryo had whisked him into his arms and enclosed him in the safety of those wings. Not with how close they were, the way that stray feathers brushed over the bare skin of his back and his belly tightened with a familiar heat. ]

[ Men, Ryo learned, regardless of species and origin - weren't that difficult to understand when it came to their physical needs and desires. Some testing and pressing and he would find a way to get what he wanted or needed. That sigh confirmed that he had made the right choice. His lifts his head to whisper and answer Mista's question.

The other was asking what kind of help? He surely knew what kind of help.

But maybe he needs it spelled out for him. ]

I want to have sex with you.

[ He could have easily been crude and straightforward. But he doesn't know if it'd be so effective. He isn't asking, though. He's confident, again, that the other won't tell him no. Not when he's standing there wrapped up in his arms and wings. Not when their bodies are pressed close enough that he can feel the other breathe. He settles back, hand resting on Mista's cheeks. And, he'll say those pretty words that he thinks the other needs to hear. ]

Even without Iris, I'd want to.

[ A feeling that he couldn't describe washed over him, skin tingling as a buzzing rose in his ears. Whether it was a more delicate way of putting it or not, that had been far more blunt than Mista had expected and for a moment he wasn't sure that he'd heard right again.

He wanted to pull away but he felt weak, even more so when a warm hand rested on his face and the rest of those words tumbled out of Ryo's lips. For a second he hated the part of him that was reacting to all of it, the fact that his body was doing more of the talking for him than his own mouth. He'd pulled in closer when he hadn't meant to. How much of it was the desire for contact and how much of it was an attempt to hide the blush that had spread all the way to the tips of his ears, he couldn't be sure at all. ]

With me...? I...I'm not...

[ Not what? He couldn't say that he wasn't gay, that he hadn't had a few intimate encounters with other men that he'd enjoyed. It wasn't as if he was pure any longer, that much felt like it hadn't been true for a long time but there hadn't been another guy since he'd given into his carnal needs. So why didn't he want to pull away? Why didn't he know what to say?

It was an instinctive sort of move that he made when he crooked his neck down and pressed a kiss to the skin of Ryo's neck. Better that he still couldn't see his face when he finally continued. ]

...I've never, you know, been with a guy like that. I mean not...all the way...?

[ Christ, he wanted to stop talking but it wouldn't have felt right not to say anything. There was something about him that made Mista feel comfortable, something that made him want to help him fulfill those needs as he pressed another kiss to Ryo's skin. And then another, and another; lips slipping delicately over his jawline as his own undeniable arousal was growing.

He hadn't really given him an answer, but at least his actions made it clear that it wasn't a no. ]

[ Ah, so that's his concern? He supposes he could understand why. But, Ryo is Iris and full of want. He's already hard, not that it takes much with the effects, but -- he's enjoying the contact. He enjoys that Mista's giving him much needed attention along his jawline. Pressed his close, he knows that the other is getting turned on.

He won't drag this out this playing for too long. This game he has going on right now. He's figuring out how to approach it with the other, still. He's learned so far that being direct with his desire for affection with Mista has been the most effective, so he persists.

But he's sure when his words might sound harsh to the ear, his touches are soft and gentle. He's giving to get. His hands trail, finding Mista's abdomen, feeling the muscles there. They trace small circles there, slowly - but after only a couple slow movements, they shift downwards, to the waistband of the other's pants. ]

Do you think that bothers me?

[ He has, and so - he can supposes he will be guiding the other. Not that there's a lot to guide here, he notes. It's simple. ]

The pants are going to have to go, though.

[ Blunt - telling Mista exactly what he wants. ]

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