[For a moment, Adrian tenses as he's pushed back. It's so strange to feel this way when he knows he's not in danger, but he abruptly feels oddly dizzy, the fleeting flash of memory (your reward) and he finds himself on his back.
It's the tendril up his arm that, oddly, makes him feel better. Hierophant isn't the burning chill of silver. He's cool, flexible, comforting. Adrian lets out an uneasy breath and nods. Just a bit of PTSD bro you know how it is.]
All right.
[Taking in a breath, Adrian releases air and gently squeezes the tendril for comfort.]
[ He can feel Adrian tense through his stand, muscle shifting like it’s straining against something. Oh god. He’s one tag into trying to take the lead here and he already fucked up. He pauses, crawling up onto the bed to sit next to where Adrian is lying. After a long moment, Hierophant is the one to move first. The tendril crawls further up until it reaches Adrian’s shoulder. It coils around Adrian’s arm for leverage and presses down as it moves over it, there. Like a concerned hosepipe attempting to give a massage. ]
We can stop, if you need. I really don’t mind playing Meteorkart. Unless you play as the skeleton mushroom. Mushrooms don’t have skeletons. And if they did, they couldn’t drive.
[ It’s the most alluring thing anyone could possibly say, right???? He reaches up to stroke Adrian’s cheek, then brings his hand down over Hierophant, as if to calm him too. ]
[For some reason that kind of statement is utterly comforting for perhaps not the reasons Kakyoin expects. Adrian lets out a genuine laugh, his free hand going to his mouth.]
You don't know. Maybe his bones were from other species and reanimated to look like a mushroom.
[It's absolutely not sexy, but it definitely makes Adrian feel better.]
I'm fine. If I want to stop... I promise I will tell you.
[ One hand on the other side of Adrian’s chest. Weight on that hand. One knee over his midsection. Okay. He’s arranged properly, knees straddling Adrian’s waist so he can lean down to kiss him again. ]
Are you accusing- [ He kisses again, just below Alucard’s lip. ] -Princess Tanukicherry- [ Against his jaw. ] -of creating her servants with necromancy rather than just letting ghosts possess skeletons like a normal person?
[ Hierophant doesn’t move further yet, rubbing circles into Adrian’s shoulder. ]
[It's so not seductive or sexy, but honestly that's part of the charm of it. Like it anchors him into the situation, that this is definitely Kakyoin and he is no where else. Hierophant is a wonderful gentle pressure on his arm and shoulder, and he doesn't want it to be any different than this.
Adrian can't help but chuckle, raising a hand to rest lightly at Kakyoin's waist.]
I certainly don't. I'm convinced she is in cahoots with Lord Skullkraken.
Oh, almost certainly. Why else would he be able to wear her crown?
[ It’s not at all sexy. But it’s comfortable. Honestly, that’s more important. It certainly makes it easier for Kakyoin. Reduces the pressure to get this right, just a little. He kisses down Adrian’s neck. Catches the skin there between teeth every now and then.
After a little while, Hierophant moves downward a little. The tendril drags itself lazily over Adrian’s chest, stroking softly. ]
[There's a sigh when Kakyoin's teeth drag over the flesh of his neck, and he tips his head slightly to let him keep going, inviting. Like this, he can continue to allow Kakyoin control without feeling helpless himself. Even if they don't necessarily continue the topic at hand, it's... nice. Comfortable indeed.
He breathes in a little at the tendril stroking over his chest, but not the same way he'd tensed before. Now it's more like he's settling into the mood of the moment, keeping his faint smile.]
[ The next kiss is smile-shaped, the scrape of teeth accompanied by a warm huff of not quite laughter. ]
I felt that.
[ And he did. Hierophant isn't here just as the tentacle equivalent of a security blanket. He's a measurement tool. The movement of muscle is different, this time. Welcoming, rather than fighting something off, unconsciously or otherwise. Release, not tension. Hierophant traces swirling patterns over Adrian's chest and stomach for a moment longer before running lightly over a nipple as the next kiss touches his neck. It doesn't stop running over it, its body following its head through the same movements like a snake or a too-smooth, too-flat, too-infinite tongue. ]
[Yet the distinct lack of humanity in Hierophant's shape is what continues to help relax Adrian. He shivers at the slide over his nipple, and it hardens, peaking, already terribly excited. Adrian himself inviting with a fond smile.]
I should hope so.
[A hand reaches out, idly brushing through Kakyoin's hair, watching the color of it with fascination.]
[ It's easy to tell, he finds, when someone is looking at his hair. The fact that Adrian's fingers are combing through it is a hint, but even without that he'd know. He always knows. It's another way he used to stand out, except that it's unusual, not unique. His mother has the same hair colour. There were always people, if only a few people, who looked like him. It makes the difference something he takes pride in, for all that the effort and time that went into having a specific natural hair colour is worthy of pride, and not something that divides him from others.
It's pleasant, having a part of him that he actually likes observed so intently. He strokes down Adrian's torso lightly with one hand, starting at his shoulders and backing up just a little so he can kep going as his hand trails first over ribs and scar, then stomach and various guts and down to groin, ghosting over. ]
Please correct me, should I misstep.
[ There's not much sense in bravado about this. And- much as he doesn't want anyone to witness him failing, he'd rather be able to correct that failure as soon as possible. Hierophant continues to run over Adrian's torso, rumbling softly in joy when it crosses paths with Kakyoin's hands. It feels like he's using himself to draw a pattern under Adrian's shirt, and by now his path leads him to run over both nipples. ]
I- have no memory of doing this with anyone shaped like a person. I'd prefer that you not spare my pride if I fail - I want to learn.
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It's the tendril up his arm that, oddly, makes him feel better. Hierophant isn't the burning chill of silver. He's cool, flexible, comforting. Adrian lets out an uneasy breath and nods. Just a bit of PTSD bro you know how it is.]
All right.
[Taking in a breath, Adrian releases air and gently squeezes the tendril for comfort.]
Take your time. I'm okay.
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We can stop, if you need. I really don’t mind playing Meteorkart. Unless you play as the skeleton mushroom. Mushrooms don’t have skeletons. And if they did, they couldn’t drive.
[ It’s the most alluring thing anyone could possibly say, right???? He reaches up to stroke Adrian’s cheek, then brings his hand down over Hierophant, as if to calm him too. ]
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You don't know. Maybe his bones were from other species and reanimated to look like a mushroom.
[It's absolutely not sexy, but it definitely makes Adrian feel better.]
I'm fine. If I want to stop... I promise I will tell you.
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Are you accusing- [ He kisses again, just below Alucard’s lip. ] -Princess Tanukicherry- [ Against his jaw. ] -of creating her servants with necromancy rather than just letting ghosts possess skeletons like a normal person?
[ Hierophant doesn’t move further yet, rubbing circles into Adrian’s shoulder. ]
Because you’re probably right. I don’t trust her.
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Adrian can't help but chuckle, raising a hand to rest lightly at Kakyoin's waist.]
I certainly don't. I'm convinced she is in cahoots with Lord Skullkraken.
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[ It’s not at all sexy. But it’s comfortable. Honestly, that’s more important. It certainly makes it easier for Kakyoin. Reduces the pressure to get this right, just a little. He kisses down Adrian’s neck. Catches the skin there between teeth every now and then.
After a little while, Hierophant moves downward a little. The tendril drags itself lazily over Adrian’s chest, stroking softly. ]
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[There's a sigh when Kakyoin's teeth drag over the flesh of his neck, and he tips his head slightly to let him keep going, inviting. Like this, he can continue to allow Kakyoin control without feeling helpless himself. Even if they don't necessarily continue the topic at hand, it's... nice. Comfortable indeed.
He breathes in a little at the tendril stroking over his chest, but not the same way he'd tensed before. Now it's more like he's settling into the mood of the moment, keeping his faint smile.]
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I felt that.
[ And he did. Hierophant isn't here just as the tentacle equivalent of a security blanket. He's a measurement tool. The movement of muscle is different, this time. Welcoming, rather than fighting something off, unconsciously or otherwise. Release, not tension. Hierophant traces swirling patterns over Adrian's chest and stomach for a moment longer before running lightly over a nipple as the next kiss touches his neck. It doesn't stop running over it, its body following its head through the same movements like a snake or a too-smooth, too-flat, too-infinite tongue. ]
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I should hope so.
[A hand reaches out, idly brushing through Kakyoin's hair, watching the color of it with fascination.]
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It's pleasant, having a part of him that he actually likes observed so intently. He strokes down Adrian's torso lightly with one hand, starting at his shoulders and backing up just a little so he can kep going as his hand trails first over ribs and scar, then stomach and various guts and down to groin, ghosting over. ]
Please correct me, should I misstep.
[ There's not much sense in bravado about this. And- much as he doesn't want anyone to witness him failing, he'd rather be able to correct that failure as soon as possible. Hierophant continues to run over Adrian's torso, rumbling softly in joy when it crosses paths with Kakyoin's hands. It feels like he's using himself to draw a pattern under Adrian's shirt, and by now his path leads him to run over both nipples. ]
I- have no memory of doing this with anyone shaped like a person. I'd prefer that you not spare my pride if I fail - I want to learn.