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lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
noneforyou) wrote in lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit
● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
no subject
[His hand travels up once more, arm fully draped around his shoulders and neck bared with little reservations. This time, Shi Qingxuan moves in earnest, fingers steady and coaxing in a manner of someone used to stealthy, short trysts. His breath hitches against Xue Yang's skin, hips stuttering and knees shaking over his lap. It's good. The little fuss the young man makes and his quiet, dark demeanor is good. Thinking about it is almost enough to send Shi Qingxuan over the edge on its own.]
no subject
You can bite too if you want.
[ That's all he says before he presses his lips into Shi Qingxuan's skin. It doesn't take long before those skilled fingers work him all the way up, and he bites Shi Qingxuan with a low snarl, at the same moment going tense and hitting his orgasm. He can't move much within that grip butu he tries anyway, jerking against Shi Qingxuan's hold as he spills out onto his hand. ]
no subject
[His laughter is breathless as he answers, and he chokes on it once teeth dig in once more. Every muscle in Shi Qingxuan's body tense at the sharp pain. It kicks off his own climax, chasing the aftershock of Xue Yang's. Very absently, he hopes the young man doesn't mind making a mess of his clothes.
Once some of the blood stops thudding in his ears, vision swimming less, Shi Qingxuan leans close enough to capture Xue Yang's bottom lip between his teeth, nipping on it playfully in a biting kiss.]
no subject
Hey... If you like getting bit, we should do this again sometime.
[ He kisses for a little while longer, bites Shi Qingxuan's lip in return, and then laughs softly. ]
no subject
[He allows the kiss, licks the remnant of wine from the stem of Xue Yang's tongue to the seams of his lips. He doesn't need more than the dim light to tell his own lips must be blood red by now.]
Stay the night, alright? Or at least the rain lets up. There's plenty of space here.
[He shifts away long enough to wrap his inner robe loosely about him in a semblance of decency, hair and fabric matted to his skin in the humid air, palms wiped on the back of his robes, discreetly. This place will only do for a few days more. Afterward, Shi Qingxuan will have to face the inevitable and see about more stable lodgings.]
no subject
Sure. I'll stay. And I'll come back sometime later, too. You can tell me about some of the other things you like.
[ He stretches, yawns, and then settles back in to lean slightly against Shi Qingxuan, keeping warm contact between them now that there's no warm arousal to offset the cool dampness from rain and sweat. ]
Is there a bed around here?
no subject
This is what he imagines it feels like.]
No bed. Just my lap. [he says lightly. Then again, he's a long way from making this place habitable, let alone anything near the splendor of his actual palance.]
no subject
[ Xue Yang has spent plenty of nights sleeping outside on the ground, so inside on a floor suits him just fine.
And since a lap was offered, without any further hesitation, he shifts so he can lie down and rest his head and most of his upper torso on Shi Qingxuan's lap.
If the offer wasn't serious, he can still be shoved off pretty easily. ]
no subject
Besides, he knew the young man's name. They're not quite strangers now, are they?
Shi Qingxuan can manage to sleep upright, more or less, under normal circumstances. The extra weight isn't deterring him, at first. His head lolls back against the beam eventually, the steady pattering of the rain outside drawing him into irresistible drowsiness.]