I've glanced a little, yet I've not looked so close at you quite yet.
[Not that he hasn't stared simply at his soul. That's sort of what he does. But it's different up close, with a particular intent. He can... look closer. Uninterrupted. Study him.]
I would like to see.
[Seeing, just looking, wantonly, uninhibited, is his very favorite thing to do. To be invited to it. That's interesting. ]
[ Well. He's starting to get used to that, given the company he keeps. He doesn't flinch this time at least. ]
Not at all, please come and make yourself at home.
[ This would be the first time Hythlodaeus has been in his house. It's cozy, and clearly well lived-in. Very much ye olde cottage feel, but with a tiny hint of modernity. The space is open and clean, flowers and herbs drying in the window. It certainly smells like he bakes a lot in here. ]
So what do you need of me then? Shall I just stand still for you, or need I take off any layers?
[Hythlodaeus' sight is like sly the keenest here. There are no secrets once he has set upon something. But he has not once denied himself a bit of fun.]
[Plus he wants to see what he'll do. What he can take.]
Well, usually I'd at least ask you to take me on a date first, but I suppose since you asked nicely.
[ Hee hee. But yeah, he has no shame. So he takes off his little apron and just starts getting naked right there. His body is definitely scarred up from battle, but the two more deliberate ones that run symmetrical under his chest, and the straight one down the center of it stand apart from the rest. He considers if he should stop there.
No. He will rise to this occasion, he decides. So off go his pants and smallclothes, and he leans on the kitchen bar and gestures to himself as if to say; 'well, here it all is'. ]
Had- huh? Oh! Oh yes. [ He forgot that is nonstandard on most men. ]
Yes so- when I was born I was female. But when I got older it became quite clear that I didn't fit that. Being a man made me happier. I was able to adjust things up here, but not down here. Which is fine. I have some items that assist in my ability to uh... be on top.
But if I'm being honest the orgasms are better with this.
[ He talks about this in such a pragmatic way, like they're tools. ]
Indeed. This place offers me far more freedom than I could ever have imagined with that. Back home, surgical intervention is needed. Not exactly the most pleasant, given our level of technology, or lack thereof. It was worth it though.
[ He gives a soft chuff of amusement. ]
Nothing stopping you from trying it on, right?
[ He pauses at the next question. ]
Hmm? Do you mean to ask what I... tend to do? Before, he had used some of his magic to equip me properly, but I have now obtained something that allows me to swap out rather easily. If that's what you're asking I mean.
[This is more of a self-reassuring statement than question. Nothing has changed in his understanding right here. He briefly pictures Emet-Selch being fucked by such a smaller man. ]
Ah- well... he has but really just the first time, being as I was unprepared to be on top then. I tend to prefer to take whatever role suits my partner best, which given he seems to like being on the receiving end, that is what I have defaulted to since.
[ He tilts his head slowly, thinking for a moment. ]
Oh? With how long-lived you all are, I would imagine one would try everything at some point. Then again, he does seem to have an extremely strong preference for the masculine...
[ He shrugs. It's a sticky, weird subject, one he's not really too knowledgeable on outside of his own personal experience. ]
But of course. Unlike him, I don't solely lust after men. Though it is much more convenient to enjoy the company of other men when Emet-Selch is involved. To answer your earlier question, I much prefer to be the giving party. Though I admit you've quite piqued my interest. I have never been inside of a man quite like Emet-Selch has now, I suppose.
[Hythlodaeus finds himself chewing the inside of his cheek, growing warm from such a focus on the other. This situation is utterly titillating. He thought telling him to strip would be a power move, but the tables seem to have turned. His cock twitches. He muses upon an additional question that Byleth didn't ask, but distracts him. ]
Only a hundred women, perhaps? And quite a while ago.
[ Only 100 he says, but the answer makes sense given their lifespan. Byleth doesn't question it. He can see the way he's looking him over- or maybe it's wishful thinking but he poses one more simple question. ]
[No he wasn't. He knew where this was going from the moment he teleported in. But he can be polite. He presses him to the counter that he's leaning against, towering over the other. He places one hand on his back, the other going directly between his legs. He's snooping, he wants to see if showing off like this did anything for him.]
[ He wasn't expecting it to be that immediate. Usually there's like. Foreplay? ]
H-hahah-oh! All right. So we are to do it in the kitchen then?
[ His hands have found purchase on Hythlodaeus' arms from the surprise. The feel of the fabric of those robes against his bare body does feel good. For what it's worth, he is wet, for the thought of being nude and examined by such an attractive man has an intense appeal.
He isn't sure why he thought he'd be taking the lead here, but you know what? Nevermind that. He's okay with this. ]
[He pulls his body close against his, half hardened cock pressing against his middle. This is merely a tease, Hythlodaeus' attention is between Byleth's legs.]
[With three fingers he parts Byleth's lips in earnest, tracing a finger through the slickness, up to his clit. He touches it gingerly, through the hood, testing his reactions.]
Is that a problem?
[He takes his time to reply. Can Byleth carry a thought like this?]
No. No it isn't. It's all r-ahh... Mmm. It'sallright.
[ His grip tightens, and he didn't even realize he's standing on his toes nearly, until his legs start to quiver. His hips stutter forward as those exploratory fingers reach his clit. Bigger than one might expect, and now very stiff for the attention.
He leans his head forward, tucking it against Hythlodaeus's shoulder as he tries to ease into it. He isn't used to being examined in such a way, but there's a distinct appeal. He's hardly interested in letting this man do all the work though, and he reaches down, palming the shape of his cock through his robes. He's gentle as anything, even in this position. ]
[Hythlodaeus traces around it, moving his thumb to touch the top of it. He tugs the hood away, exposing it to the air and his own view as he holds Byleth slightly to one side. His hand slides up to his shoulders just so he can see what he's doing. He doesn't pay much attention to Byleth's rubbing for now, though he naturally reacts. It's clear that it's fairly big, even through the layers.]
[Satisfied for the moment, he reaches back between his legs to find the opening, plunging the single digit within. He draws it back to find all his bundles of nerves as his eyes dart back to his face.]
[ Good boy. Oohf. How many times has Byleth uttered those very words to someone he was fucking? To have it turned back on him now though sends a harsh shudder through him. Well. It's fairly clear the dynamic here, between the two of them.
He sucks in a sharp breath as that finger delves into him. He shifts his hips forward, trying to make it easier for him to access, bracing one foot against the rung of a chair. ]
Hahh... oh fhh- [ He almost misses the question, and it takes him a moment to focus enough to even answer it. ]
No.
[ Not to dunk on Emet or anything, but having had plenty of beastly lovers, dragons included, he's gotten used to pushing his limits. ]
Dragons. Are bigger- [ His breath hitches, turning his head toward Hythlodaeus's neck, kissing and nipping, though he still lets the other man dictate the pace of the encounter, as he seems wont to do. ]
Then you should be able to accommodate me easily enough.
[Hythlodaeus withdraws his finger long enough to take Byleth by the hips and put him on the counter. He draws his hand down his body, dissipating his robes. It's finally warm enough to bare his skin against the other temperatures.]
[He conjures lubricant onto the upper bit of his palm, coating his half-hardened cock in the process. It seems the one available speed setting is totally breakneck.]
[Though he isn't ungrateful. He grabs Byleth by the hair above his neck, positioning his head to kiss him fully. He said he wanted that, did he not?]
[ The pace is fast, and while he prefers more romantic encounters, sometimes heated passion is great too. Or whatever this is. He's not sure, but he is sure that it feels good, and Hythlodaeus is in command, not shy about taking what he wants.
He'd reply to that comment but there's a hand pulling his hair and turning him into that kiss. Yes. He did want that. He does still, wrapping his legs around the other man as he moves close. While he is in a submissive role here, he doesn't mind, and he's not a passive bottom. He follows the rhythm, moves to make things easier, and offers just enough resistance to make it interesting. He's got a bit of defiance still, which he suspects will be appreciated.
He does sneak a hand up to try to tug that tie on his hair free. He wants to see it down, wants to be able to run his fingers through it. ]
[He doesn't stop him from that. It's almost beneath his notice, except for the fact that nothing truly is.]
[His hair is thick in the strands, densely follicled, plus expectantly soft. Impossibly soft. It begins to fall out of its braid immediately as soon as the tie is loose. His hair smells faintly herbal, like a cross between rosemary and patchouli. An odd Amaurotine plant, perhaps.]
[Hythlodaeus traces the scars on his chest with a finger, gazing at Byleth, eyes flicking between scarring and intense eye contact.]
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[Not that he hasn't stared simply at his soul. That's sort of what he does. But it's different up close, with a particular intent. He can... look closer. Uninterrupted. Study him.]
I would like to see.
[Seeing, just looking, wantonly, uninhibited, is his very favorite thing to do. To be invited to it. That's interesting. ]
Your home, are you in it?
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Shall I prepare you some tea or are we skipping the formalities and getting right down to looking at my insides?
[ There's a hint of playfulness in his tone. ]
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[His appetite is whet. He locates Byleth's color miles away, locks on, and teleports next to him.]
Forgive the intrusion.
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Not at all, please come and make yourself at home.
[ This would be the first time Hythlodaeus has been in his house. It's cozy, and clearly well lived-in. Very much ye olde cottage feel, but with a tiny hint of modernity. The space is open and clean, flowers and herbs drying in the window. It certainly smells like he bakes a lot in here. ]
So what do you need of me then? Shall I just stand still for you, or need I take off any layers?
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[Plus he wants to see what he'll do. What he can take.]
Strip. If you would. Then hold still.
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[ Hee hee. But yeah, he has no shame. So he takes off his little apron and just starts getting naked right there. His body is definitely scarred up from battle, but the two more deliberate ones that run symmetrical under his chest, and the straight one down the center of it stand apart from the rest. He considers if he should stop there.
No. He will rise to this occasion, he decides. So off go his pants and smallclothes, and he leans on the kitchen bar and gestures to himself as if to say; 'well, here it all is'. ]
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Have you always had... that?
[As he gestures vaguely to Byleth's vagina.]
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Yes so- when I was born I was female. But when I got older it became quite clear that I didn't fit that. Being a man made me happier. I was able to adjust things up here, but not down here. Which is fine. I have some items that assist in my ability to uh... be on top.
But if I'm being honest the orgasms are better with this.
[ He talks about this in such a pragmatic way, like they're tools. ]
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[He'd offer condolences but they seem to be utterly unnecessary.]
Now you're just bragging.
[How to approach this. He almost sounds incredulous against his better judgement.]
So. You and Emet-Selch...
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[ He gives a soft chuff of amusement. ]
Nothing stopping you from trying it on, right?
[ He pauses at the next question. ]
Hmm? Do you mean to ask what I... tend to do? Before, he had used some of his magic to equip me properly, but I have now obtained something that allows me to swap out rather easily. If that's what you're asking I mean.
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[This is more of a self-reassuring statement than question. Nothing has changed in his understanding right here. He briefly pictures Emet-Selch being fucked by such a smaller man. ]
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[ He tilts his head slowly, thinking for a moment. ]
What do you prefer?
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Sorry, I'll answer your question in a moment. This is new to me. I haven't known him to enter a vagina...
[As he steals a long look at it, as if pleading it to release its secrets. ]
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[ He shrugs. It's a sticky, weird subject, one he's not really too knowledgeable on outside of his own personal experience. ]
Have you?
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[Hythlodaeus finds himself chewing the inside of his cheek, growing warm from such a focus on the other. This situation is utterly titillating. He thought telling him to strip would be a power move, but the tables seem to have turned. His cock twitches. He muses upon an additional question that Byleth didn't ask, but distracts him. ]
Only a hundred women, perhaps? And quite a while ago.
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Would you like to?
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[No he wasn't. He knew where this was going from the moment he teleported in. But he can be polite. He presses him to the counter that he's leaning against, towering over the other. He places one hand on his back, the other going directly between his legs. He's snooping, he wants to see if showing off like this did anything for him.]
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[ He wasn't expecting it to be that immediate. Usually there's like. Foreplay? ]
H-hahah-oh! All right. So we are to do it in the kitchen then?
[ His hands have found purchase on Hythlodaeus' arms from the surprise. The feel of the fabric of those robes against his bare body does feel good. For what it's worth, he is wet, for the thought of being nude and examined by such an attractive man has an intense appeal.
He isn't sure why he thought he'd be taking the lead here, but you know what? Nevermind that. He's okay with this. ]
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[With three fingers he parts Byleth's lips in earnest, tracing a finger through the slickness, up to his clit. He touches it gingerly, through the hood, testing his reactions.]
Is that a problem?
[He takes his time to reply. Can Byleth carry a thought like this?]
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[ His grip tightens, and he didn't even realize he's standing on his toes nearly, until his legs start to quiver. His hips stutter forward as those exploratory fingers reach his clit. Bigger than one might expect, and now very stiff for the attention.
He leans his head forward, tucking it against Hythlodaeus's shoulder as he tries to ease into it. He isn't used to being examined in such a way, but there's a distinct appeal. He's hardly interested in letting this man do all the work though, and he reaches down, palming the shape of his cock through his robes. He's gentle as anything, even in this position. ]
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[Hythlodaeus traces around it, moving his thumb to touch the top of it. He tugs the hood away, exposing it to the air and his own view as he holds Byleth slightly to one side. His hand slides up to his shoulders just so he can see what he's doing. He doesn't pay much attention to Byleth's rubbing for now, though he naturally reacts. It's clear that it's fairly big, even through the layers.]
[Satisfied for the moment, he reaches back between his legs to find the opening, plunging the single digit within. He draws it back to find all his bundles of nerves as his eyes dart back to his face.]
Is Emet-Selch's the largest you've taken?
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He sucks in a sharp breath as that finger delves into him. He shifts his hips forward, trying to make it easier for him to access, bracing one foot against the rung of a chair. ]
Hahh... oh fhh- [ He almost misses the question, and it takes him a moment to focus enough to even answer it. ]
No.
[ Not to dunk on Emet or anything, but having had plenty of beastly lovers, dragons included, he's gotten used to pushing his limits. ]
Dragons. Are bigger- [ His breath hitches, turning his head toward Hythlodaeus's neck, kissing and nipping, though he still lets the other man dictate the pace of the encounter, as he seems wont to do. ]
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[Hythlodaeus withdraws his finger long enough to take Byleth by the hips and put him on the counter. He draws his hand down his body, dissipating his robes. It's finally warm enough to bare his skin against the other temperatures.]
[He conjures lubricant onto the upper bit of his palm, coating his half-hardened cock in the process. It seems the one
available speed setting is totally breakneck.]
[Though he isn't ungrateful. He grabs Byleth by the hair above his neck, positioning his head to kiss him fully. He said he wanted that, did he not?]
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He'd reply to that comment but there's a hand pulling his hair and turning him into that kiss. Yes. He did want that. He does still, wrapping his legs around the other man as he moves close. While he is in a submissive role here, he doesn't mind, and he's not a passive bottom. He follows the rhythm, moves to make things easier, and offers just enough resistance to make it interesting. He's got a bit of defiance still, which he suspects will be appreciated.
He does sneak a hand up to try to tug that tie on his hair free. He wants to see it down, wants to be able to run his fingers through it. ]
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[His hair is thick in the strands, densely follicled, plus expectantly soft. Impossibly soft. It begins to fall out of its braid immediately as soon as the tie is loose. His hair smells faintly herbal, like a cross between rosemary and patchouli. An odd Amaurotine plant, perhaps.]
[Hythlodaeus traces the scars on his chest with a finger, gazing at Byleth, eyes flicking between scarring and intense eye contact.]
Your heart is still there, you know.
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