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You've seen this before. The thought strikes suddenly, during whatever it is you were doing. Having an important conversation? Running away from home? Dying in the midst of a fierce battle? Where ever you are, one things is true: you're certain this isn't the first time you've lived through this. But upon realizing this, that's when it happens. Like someone hitting rewind on the VCR, you're back where you were ten minutes ago. And it happens again. And again. And again--Until finally, something is different. A door stands in front of you. Will you go through it? Nothing else seems to be working, so this might be your only chance.
Upon opening the door and heading inside, a strange feeling overwhelms you. It's comforting and warm, like being enveloped in a soft, heavy blanket. You hear a voice murmuring in your ear, but it's unintelligible.
And in the next moment, you've appeared in a laboratory, surrounded by the unfamiliar yet worried faces of people in lab coats, speaking in a foreign language that doesn't sound so foreign to you anymore.
Nanjikan Research Laboratory
There isn't much time to process what's happening before characters are ushered out of the arrival room. They're passed between a medical and a psychiatric team, checking them for injuries and psychological trauma. Their every need is met: food is offered, injuries are tended to, and questions are answered. "You're in the Eastern Kingdom of Nippon on a planet called Gaia," they explain. "You were brought here because you became aware of the timeloop... we'll explain everything."
Orientation Nanjikan Research Lab, Tokyo
Everyone is brought to a large auditorium, where dozens of other people looking similarly out of place are seated around them. The scientists and doctors from before file on stage, thoroughly explaining the situation. What they experienced back home was a timeloop. While the loops in their home worlds are smaller and likely to resolve on their own, the fact that such a small amount of time is being repeated is what makes them so dangerous for those who become aware of it. And they've been working around the clock in collaboration with the neighboring Western Kingdom, checking adjacent universes for others who've become aware. While the technical explanations may go over the heads of most, that's not the reason they were all brought together like this.
And they continue to explain: their own world was trapped in a year long loop for decades, if not longer. Through the use of an ancient form of bonding magic, they bound their world to the present flow of time, allowing it to progress past the timeloop. Or at least, that's how they thought it worked. In truth, Kizuna is very powerful reality-warping magic. And thanks to the powerful bond all refugees now share with the country of Nippon, the magic surrounding them will only continue to evolve.
Until they find the means of resuming the flow of time back in your home world, the refugees will just have to make due with this one. But not to worry, because Nippon is fully committed to taking care of everyone!
A Place to Call Home Tokyo, Kanto
Once orientation is over, characters will be allowed to choose housing in both Kyoto and Tokyo, enabling them the means of easily living between both Kingdoms if they please. These housing options will be fully paid for by the government of Nippon, with the NRL and MRU providing a stipend for food expenses in Tokyo and Kyoto respectively.
In lieu of providing transportation, all refugees will be granted an unlimited rail pass that they can use to travel all across Nippon! Thankfully, express routes connecting Tokyo and Kyoto will be running at all times of day, allowing refugees to freely travel between the Eastern and Western Kingdoms as they please. While this TDM and its prompts are focused on the Eastern Kingdom, you are welcome to have your character arrive in the Western Kingdom instead.
In Nihonbashi, the lingering rainy season means the streets are consistently rather wet, causing an increase in accidents as people slip and slide all over the place. Which is dangerous enough on any busy street, but Nihonbashi is completely elevated, with only waterways and the streets of Shitaya below. Thankfully some areas are equipped with nets to prevent people from getting seriously injured, but even so, refugees might just find themselves being called over to help pull someone out from the water!
Things are a little more frustrating over in Little Edo, where some streets have become so waterlogged, they've actually flooded. None of the flooding is too bad, but some refugees might be unfortunate enough to wake up and find a little pond has formed in the genkan, causing their shoes to float away! Better hope your neighbors are proficient in Mizu magic to get rid of all this water!
And over in Yoshiwara's dorms, predictably, the ceiling leaks. Which wouldn't be such a big deal if the rooms were big enough to place a bucket or two. As it is, many should expect to wake up with a soggy futon. Thankfully, certain rooms seem to be entirely unaffected, so refugees will just have to share those rooms until repairs can be done! Just think of it like a bonding exercise.
NRL Time Refugee Support Network
Once they've received their housing assignment, all refugees will be given small handheld devices called magi-tech communicators, or magi-comms for short. They're heavier than a conventional smartphone would be, but far sturdier, and powered by the ambient magic that flows through the city. Now available with limited sepia-tone color, and video cameras! They don't need to be charged, but they won't work outside of cities at all. Upon booting it up, they'll find a message linking them to a special channel for refugees.
#nrl_time_refugee_support - online
All refugees who see this message will receive a giftbox of Japanese snacks delivered to one of their residences. Strangely, it's not a snack that exists anywhere in Nippon, so this is the only way they'll be able to try Pocky!
Use the following code for your top-level if you'd like! This is how network communication will look for characters in the game until more advanced magi-tech comms become available for characters.
Tanabata Festival
As the new month rolls over, most of the refugees have now physically recovered from last month's ordeal, in which a criminal organization from the Western Kingdom held over 100 refugees hostage for nearly a week. Most of the criminals were caught, but the scars of the incident still linger, with many refugees feeling uncomfortable in public and wary of the native population.
In response to this, the people of Tokyo wanted to do something for the refugees, to let them know the majority of the people in Nippon absolutely love and appreciate them. And Tanabata is the perfect time for such an occasion!
The Wish Weaver Nihonbashi, Tokyo
According to legend, back before Nippon was two distinct kingdoms, a human empress by the name of Orihime fell in love with Himeboshi, the Princess of a distant Yokai clan. Aware that bonds between Human and Yokai were forbidden, Orihime attempted to elope with Himeboshi. But she was caught, and Himeboshi was exiled to the furthest reaches of Nippon. Orihime is said to have wept endlessly, and soon, the people began praying for her happiness. Through the power of their bond, the wishes of the people came true, and Orihime's tears became a long river, which Himeboshi was able to follow to reunite with her. For this reason, Tanabata is held at the end of the rainy season, when Orihime's tears have dried and Himeboshi can safely follow the river to return to her side.
Clearly the legend is a little different from what some refugees might be familiar with, and many natives insist there's historical precedent for it being true. In any case, on Tanabata, it's customary for people to make wishes and hang those wishes on stalks of bamboo. While many make wishes for their own happiness, wishes made for the sake of others are said to have a higher possibility of coming true.
All around Tokyo, little displays of bamboo can be found set up on nearly every corner, where people have been writing wishes on rice paper and hanging them on the bamboo. Refugees are sure to notice just how many of these wishes are explicitly for the sake of others, with the bulk of them focused on wishing for the refugees health and healing. But actual wish granting isn't unfamiliar to many refugees by now, as incidents of wishes coming true have been reported since as early as January. And this month is no exception, with one important detail: any wishes read out loud by a refugee will eventually come true, in one way or another. This effect will only last until the festival's end on the 8th, by which time rumors will begin to circulate about the refugees holding some sort of sacred power.
Fire Flower Tokyo Outskirts, Tokyo
Tanabata is a bit wetter than usual this year, but that isn't stopping people from enjoying the brief sun breaks that occur throughout the month. One week in particular sees crowds headed for the Tokyo Outskirts, the name used to describe the flooded region between Tokyo and Yokohama. Once a bustling and busy city, a time surge caused the land to abruptly shift hundreds of years ago, well before it was understood what time surges were. The result is a large expanse of water that stretches like a river through Kanto, connected to much of the flooded areas up north.
Over the years, the artificial Tama Beach was built just south of Little Edo, allowing for some sandy shores. Here, small stalls selling fireworks can be found, which are all offering special deals for refugees. They mostly sell just sparklers and the occasional ground dancer, but one firework in particular has an interesting effect. They're small, slow burning fireworks that take the form of a small fire flower held on the end of a thin string. As it burns, the petals fall based on random timing. And this timing is what inspired a game: The first one to lose all their petals has to tell an embarrassing story!
Refugees may find themselves being corralled into playing this game with children and young adults alike, eager to share their culture and maybe get a funny story out of it. But they should be careful, because while most flowers burn red, those that burn blue burn much faster, and come with a small truth-telling spell to encourage honesty. Just make sure to keep the stories G rated if playing with local kids.
Bamboo Wishes Tokyo Outskirts, Tokyo
On July 7th, the Tanabata Festival begins properly, with festival food and games set up along the Tama Beach. Those who attend are encouraged to wear their brightest kimono, to match the colorful strips of paper used to make wishes. But this year is very special, as for the first time in a very long time, the emperors of the East and Western kingdoms are set to make a symbolic appearance together on a ship crossing the Tama canal, in honor of Orihime and Himeboshi's reunion.
As such, the crowds are larger than usual this year, with a higher number of Yokai attendees than ever seen in Tokyo. With this in mind, security at the festival is much stronger, with Exorcists from the West in attendance to prevent any suspicious magic or spell activity. Powerful Yokai magic users, the Exorcists are the Western equivalent to the East's various Hunter clans, specializing in taming dangerous beasts and ayakashi. While taking their job very seriously, many have also brought familiars to entertain the crowds, including a strange nekomata with an odd, bus-like appearance, allowing passengers to go on high-speed rides bounding across the tops of buildings and trees. Care to take a ride? They promise he doesn't bite!
The festival runs late, well until midnight, when all the bamboo wishes around Tokyo are collected and brought to the water. Here, the bamboo is sliced and cut in half, creating little boats for stacks of paper wishes to sit on. The paper is lit with a match, and the boats are sent out into the water, creating a beautiful display of hundreds of little lights that slowly flicker out as the paper and bamboo burns together. Refugees will be asked to set out the first boats, with the hope that their wishes are granted.
But come the end of the night, only Katsuragi-no-mikoto, emperor of the West, will be seen briefly aboard the royal vessel, looking a bit forlorn as he waves to the people on the beach. Were they not able to meet after all?
OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's July TDM! The TDM is considered game canon, and also serves as the intro log! That said, whether you choose to carry threads over to the game or not is up to you!
• Current players are more than welcome to top-level, or take prompts from the TDM and use for their own logs! This may change in the future depending on how busy TDMs become.
• CRAU characters may start regaining their CRAU memories one month after the TDM. However, vague feelings of familiarity are allowed between previous game CR! For more on this, please read the FAQ!
• You do not need to sign-up for housing! Choose whichever style you prefer. Roommates can be chosen by the characters or can be random. If you want to switch housing later, your character has the option of moving at the beginning of each month.
• For current players apping a second character, you have the option to have your character join the game by being wished into existence during Tanabata through the power of Kizuna. These characters will be encouraged to visit the NRL immediately to be examined. They will remember a time loop, but will not remember seeing a door, instead appearing in Tokyo after hearing the wishing-character's voice calling to them. How they appear is up to you, so feel free to get creative or silly!
Please leave any questions about the TDM prompts in the thread below! General game questions can be directed to the FAQ!
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[And that's a bad memory road to go down right now, because his throat suddenly feels dry. He should feel sickened by it, but instead it's mostly confusion.] It's... short for 'Servant vampire'. The first vampires in my world. We aren't natural, we were manmade.
[Why is he telling Heine all this? Probably because it's hard to focus, and it's easier to talk than to let his mind wander back to that time in the uki bar. He completely skips past an item, wincing quietly. They're getting close to the finish line, too..] H-Hey... do you have anything to drink?
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[Heine wants to ask a million questions. He’s not really a prying person often, though when he finds something interesting his curiosity can be intense. It’s just rare, and Kuro is his current victim.]
Man made… [Heine’s expression looks reflective on that. He wants to say he understands but he knows he probably doesn’t. Kuro probably had some human life before.] How long have you been a vampire?
[He’s rounding towards the finish line now, trying to get ahead of the remaining karts. His brows raise slightly as he thinks.]
Uh, there’s always tap water, but I can set up a kettle if you drink tea.
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[He huffs something that might have been something vaguely resembling a nervous laugh. He grips the controller a little too tightly.] ...I do like being a cat though. Being cute and fuzzy is nice.
[He notes the expression, and he knows it probably sounds unusual to anyone who has only seen vampires on tv and in books.] I couldn't tell you. I stopped keeping track of how long maybe a few hundred years ago.
[It was easier, that way. Live in the present, try (and fail) to forget the past and cling to what few things made life a little lighter. But he knew now the mistakes he'd made with that sort of thinking.]
I... uh, anything is fine. I'm just...
[He glances at Heine sidelong, his gaze sliding down to the other's throat as he realizes what this is, and he's swallowing slightly before squeezing his eyes shut. He isn't even watching the race anymore.] Just thirsty, is all.
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And now he’s thinking about just how fucking old Kuro is. Like, he knows vampires are usually old, but a few hundred years? He’s an infant compared.]
Haha, okay, grandpa—
[And he swings around into second place, but since Kuro’s sort of just veered off and not fixing it, he looks over again and his eyes widen. Can vampires get sick? Kuro subverts the other expectations, so maybe?
He reaches out to touch his forehead like he’s checking for a fever. Maybe Kuro is getting a cold.]
I’ll start a kettle…
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'Grandpa'? Really, coming from the guy with white hair?
[It's teasing, but said in a terribly distracted way. Distracted enough that Heine can easily reach over and press his hand to his forehead before Kuro can protest, because his eyes follow the shape of his hand up his arm, resting on the veins of his pale wrist, pupils blown wide--
Fuck.
His mouth falls open, fangs visible as he licks his suddenly dry lips. Try as he might, he can't look away.
He isn't even thinking straight when a hand shoots out to grab Heine's arm, grip vicelike and trembling.]
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[Heine starts to grumble, but he abruptly cuts himself off as he catches the look in Kuro's eye. He really does look like a cat ready to pounce a bird, setting off a few alarm bells in the albino's head. His eyes widen with surprise, but fortunately it allowed him to be prepared enough not to reflexively snap Kuro's neck as he grabs his arm.
His own hand snaps out, just as fast, and buries in the vampire's hair with the same kind of roughness he had when they'd run into each other at the host club. He doesn't restrain him though, fingers just threaded in his hair.
He's curious.]
I'll heal too fast for you to get much. If you want my blood, you should take it from somewhere you can get a good bite.
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And yet now he can't seem to focus on anything else but the sight of Heine's veins tucked beneath that too pale skin, how easy it would be to tear that skin open and--
And then a hand is sinking into his hair roughly and Kuro's snapped out of his tunnel vision, breath coming harshly, practically panting now. The sensation sends a thrill through his gut, a reminder of a similar heated, confusing moment with him on his knees in front of Heine.
This is a disaster.] I don't... I haven't... I don't know why-- I haven't felt like this in... centuries.
[And yet his gaze is trailing up Heine's arm to his neck at the suggestion.]
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Maybe you just... need it.
[Or was it him that has caused this hunger to surface again? Heine's not sure what to think, but he's even more curious. He follows the path of Kuro's eyes, his head tilting slightly to the side.
He releases his hair, his fingers petting an ear as he lets go, but it's to bring it to his neck and loosen the bandages. They slither out of the way, exposing the length of pale skin beneath, marred by a pink scar that half circles it. The plate that he keeps out of view glints on the back of his neck.]
You can if you want.
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I shouldn't. I... I don't do this. I shouldn't.
[He says that, but he can't look away from Heine's neck as those bandages fall away, swallowing roughly, tail lashing. Beyond the magnetic pull drawing him closer, there's also concern: that metal plate looks nasty... an old injury? Had he broken his neck or something? He's never seen an external implant like that.]
...It'll hurt.
[It will. Kuro didn't hypnotize people like some vampires did. They didn't have 'venom' or anything.] Especially... from there.
[And yet he's inching across the futon towards Heine on hands and knees, looking like a starving cat eying willing prey. A few inches more and....]
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[That's the truth at least. Heine always expects pain. It no longer bothers him; Angelica had made pain a strong motivator for him and his siblings to do as she wanted, and thus he's developed a strange relationship with it.
Heine swallows as Kuro approaches, but it's not really the pain he's in nervous anticipation of. The slow approach of the vampire almost emphasizes the close intimacy of this, and he's fighting off a blush as Kuro's fangs come closer to his neck.]
It's fine... I've been bitten before. Just don't... touch the plate.
[With his hands free he can put a hand back into Kuro's hair, twisting his fingers into it as he draws him closer to the pale stretch of skin. The beating of his heart, quickened in anticipation, is visible in the pulse of his throat.]
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That blush would be cute at any other time, but right now it's a keen reminder of all the blood beneath that pale skin, and Kuro's trembling as he's drawn closer by Heine's hand, climbing into the albino's lap. Heine might not have expected that, but it's the most comfortable position for the both of them for this if Heine doesn't want the mother of all neck cramps later.]
Stop me... If I go too far. Just punch me in the face, or... anything.
[It's said with a hint of desperation. He knows Heine is capable of that, even if he's baffled by his welcoming to this strange turn of events.
He doesn't sink his teeth in right away though. He reaches up to thread long fingers in that pale hair, caressing his scalp, the side of his neck beneath his ear, careful to avoid the plate and it's scar, but the press of his fingers help bare his neck just a little more in the process, the vulnerable intimacy of the position not lost on Kuro. His lips hover over Heine's skin for a long moment, too rapid breath cool against his skin.
There's the brush of lips a moment later--he's trying to be gentle--but this close he can see how rapid Heine's pulse is, and it's too tempting.
He opens his mouth, drags the flat of his fangs against Heine's skin. There's a split second of tension, a shuddering intake of breath.
And then he's sinking his fangs into his neck in one swift slice, lips sealing against his skin with a groan that sounds far too desperate, almost sexual. His fingers tighten their hold, tongue dragging against the skin to encourage bloodflow as he sucks against the wound.]
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The anticipation is probably the worst.
The albino closes his eyes as he feels Kuro's breath against his neck, reflexively swallowing again. Even if he's prepared for it, there's still some tension in the way he holds himself, drawing in a sharp breath as fangs brush against his skin. Every bite he's had in the past has been violent, sudden, aiming to tear his flesh. This is... gentle.
The bite hurts. The pain is surprisingly sharp, and Heine grunts as they sink in, his brows furrowing. More strange is the feeling of sucking against his throat and the massaging of the tongue against his skin keeping the blood flowing. It makes him slightly dizzy at first, but then the tension drains out of him and his glip in the vampire's hair relaxes.]
Keep going.
[He can put 'getting bitten by a vampire' on his bingo card and immediately scratch it off. Heine wonders if his blood tastes like anything besides blood. Does he taste fake? Artificial? He supposes he wouldn't-- even engineered as he was, he's still made of that woman's DNA.
The pain starts to fade to a dull throb soon enough, which is a far more pleasant ache than the pain his collar causes him. Heine curls his other arm around Kuro's back, twisting his fist in the vampire's clothes.]
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It's that lack of fear that helps Kuro ease up. Some of the trembling is fading now, and his hands squeeze Heine's shoulders rhythmically as he continues to feed, tongue and lips working at the wound a way that would definitely leave a hicky on a normal person, a good kind of sore with a sharper undertone. Another, softer groan escapes him, this one rumbling from his chest, trailing off into something almost like... a purr?
No, definitely a purr. It's faint, but it's very much there, easily felt where his chest is pressed up against Heine's. There's a flush to Kuro's cheeks thanks to the blood intake, though it might not be easily seen just yet.]
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He always gets a bit head high when he bleeds, a tingle spreading from his head down through his body. Maybe it was part conditioning, part something that that hag bitch programmed into him; in battle it gives him a bit of a rush, but right now it makes a bubbly, airy little laugh come out of him. He was already feeling a little excited even before Kuro starts purring.
The vampire really is a cat. A small smile twitches on his lips, his hand relaxing in Kuro's shirt and laying flat on his back instead. The purring soothes just like a real cat, and Heine sighs, relaxing in Kuro's grip as he squeezes his shoulders. Honestly, it's far from the worst experience he's ever had, his heartbeat slowing.
Weird, though.]
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That laugh spills into Kuro in more than one way: he can feel it against his lips, feel it in Heine's blood, and there's something that might be the ghost of a smile pressed against Heine's skin, the bite becoming more of a sharp edged kiss, body pressing flush against Heine's, hands sliding down his back.
Contrary to his hesitance and fear earlier, It's getting rather hard to stop now, with that excitement flowing into him. Maybe he should have warned Heine about this, but that thought is far from his mind.]
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The sucking was really starting to ache and tingle. Heine thinks he can feel the draw in his fingertips, but maybe that's just from the pulse of his heart trying to keep up with the blood being let from him. He knows the signs of a blood loss induced heart attack to know he's not there yet, he hasn't actually taken that much blood.
It's fine though. Heine rests his head against Kuro's, his eyes closing at the feeling of hands stroking down his back and a warm -- oh, he's warm -- feeling of his body pressed against his. In his idle thoughts it reminds him of the host club and the feeling of Kuro's hard cock pressed against him; that makes him feel guilty as much as it arouses him.
Haha, you're getting off on this too? You've become quite the mongrel in heat, Master~
It's not enough of a deterrent. Heine's hand slips beneath Kuro's shirt, his fingers finding the unmarred line of his spine. The skin is so smooth, it's soothing to stroke his fingers up the nubs of lower vertebrae. It's almost the same kind of lazy, indulgent petting he did when they met up in the uki bar, and oh well, that's his cock a little stiffer against the vampire's butt.]
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But it was true that there was an intimacy to this that Kuro found as magnetic as it was frightening, in a way. Blood was life-- directly from the source, and part of the reason he feared doing this was memories of he past. Memories of people's terror and fear when he had no control over his own body, drinking blood from any unwilling victim he could find at night.
And yet here Heine is with only easy acceptance, excitement... even arousal. He can feel it before Heine even starts to react, the warmth of it flowing into him through Heine's blood, his own cock beginning to stir in response. He can also feel the guilt, and that purring intensifies in response, an attempt to reassure along with fingers sliding upward again, seeking out Heine's hair to stroke, thumb brushing against the shell of his ear. Kuro's back arches into Heine's touch, but it's impossible to shift about too much without pulling briefly away from Heine's neck, lapping at bloodied skin in between words like a cat enjoying being pampered.]
S'okay. I can feel you.
[He sounds more than a little aroused himself, voice low and rough as he settles a little more firmly in Heine's lap, pressing down against the other's cock.] You want me to help?
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The vampire is very good to coax that away too. Heine grunts in pleasure as Kuro's fingers stroke in his hair, a comforting gesture that would have him sleepy if not for the far more sensual shift in tone with the way he's arching into him and the lap of a tongue at his neck. The wound from the bite is already closing the moment Kuro draws his teeth from him.
Kuro certainly emphasizes at least one way he can feel him by leaning down on his cock. Heine grunts, and since he's in loose pajama pants this time, the twitch of interest is a lot more notable.]
Hmmn... Fuck.
[They keep ending up in situations like this and every time Heine struggles with his desires. It's fairly clear he wants him, just from the little hitch in his breath at the offer. In the back of his mind, he reminds himself that for once they're not in public-- the rules of parting ways have changed.
He'd ask Kuro if he really wants to but he can feel the press of his own cock against him, once again. The circumstance is different than last time; it's a lot harder to deny that the lust may be mutual.]
...Yeah. Are you sure?
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He takes his time licking up what blood is left from Heine's neck, watching as the wound closes with the tiniest hint of disappointment, and then a bit of his own guilt for feeling disappointed. Heine's excitement and arousal is still buzzing through him however, and would be for awhile yet. It's hard to have regrets or panic about what he just did when he's feeling so good.
His lips and fangs have a crimson tint to them when he raises his head, and there's something strangely... healthy looking about his complexion, at the moment. A little less pale, maybe, the blush on his face notwithstanding. The hand still on Heine's back slides around to his front, idly running down his chest and stomach over the fabric of his shirt.]
Mmmhm.
[His tongue darts out to swipe some leftover blood from his bottom lip, eyes focused on Heine and intent, curious.] Didn't exactly expect you to enjoy it that much... but I'm kind of in the same boat.
[You know, thanks to Heine being into being eaten by a vampire-- He shifts a bit more in Heine's lap meaningfully, settling more firmly in place.] Tell me what you want. My hand? My mouth?
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I...W-Well, you were in my lap...
[It's a flimsy excuse and he knows it, since it wasn't just the close contact that caused him to become aroused by the experience and that was clear enough in his blood. He's accustomed to roughness.
That may be why he's watching Kuro lick the blood from his mouth with some intense interest, and as the vampire leans more purposely on his dick, it's definitely harder than before.]
...Your mouth. [He still had a hand in Kuro's hair, and it tightens for a moment to hold his head still so he can lean in and taste the blood on his lips. It's not quite a kiss, but it ends up being that as Heine flicks his tongue into his mouth with no hesitation about the fangs.
He'd already had that nice image of Kuro on his knees in front of him to stick in his mind a while. The thought of pushing his cock into that razor sharp mouth is enticing.]
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[Oh, he'd felt exactly what Heine was reacting to. And while Kuro had more than enough self-loathing to doubt why anyone would want to be fed from, that Heine enjoyed it wasn't anything he would really judge him for.
Honestly, if anything it was reassuring.
When Heine leans in to taste his lips, Kuro leans into him, sighing softly as his tongue twines with Heine's, hand pressing more firmly against him. it's rare someone is willing to get close to his mouth like this for obvious reasons, and Kuro's a little high off of both Heine's blood and the complete lack of hesitation the other shows.
He kisses Heine lazily for a few moments, finally pulling away for a breath, resting his forehead against Heine's while he speaks.]
Y'know, you're the only guy I've met here who's ever asked that of me. S'nice.
[Another, brief kiss to Heine's lips follows, almost as if he's trying to show appreciation for the request, for his lack of fear.]
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The kissing is actually really good. Heine never saw himself as a person who'd kiss when he imagined himself in intimate scenarios, but each time he's kissed Kuro he's really enjoyed it, and when their lips finally part he's breathing a little bit heavier and the urge to grind his hips on something has him lifting them up against him.
His brain traveled south it takes him a moment to really decipher what Kuro means. He laughs.]
Are you fucking thanking me for asking you to suck my cock?
[Heine enjoys that though, since his mouth is turned up in an amused smile as Kuro comes back in for another kiss, meeting him part way there. Kuro intends it to be brief, but he holds him there, tongue flicking against a fang as he takes the vampire's hand where it's at his stomach, then pushes it beneath the waistband of his pajamas. He's not wearing underwear, and despite having just been drained of a few ounces of blood, he's hot, his hard cock radiating warmth.]
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Heine's completely unafraid, and it's a heady, thrilling feeling.
When he pushes Kuro's hand beneath the waistband of his pajamas, he lets his fingers drag lightly against Heine's pelvis on the way down, teasing with just a bit of an edge before he curls his fingers around Heine's cock, giving it a slow stroke. He's so hard... It's surprising after how much blood he'd taken, but painfully arousing to know he'd done this, that this was because of him.
He sights against Heine's lips, tail curling around the other man's waist.]