recidivate | prisma inbox.

prisma inbox.

Inbox

video ⬤ audio ⬤ text ⬤ delivery

Ryo Asuka⬤ canon
residential district ⬤ tbd
moonblessing ⬤ Iris

[ 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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

prisma inbox.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject