Thank you for calling. Unfortunately, I am unable to answer your call at this moment. Please, leave your name and a message and I shall reach out promptly.
[Lycaon keeps his hold though it does relax some given the nervous reaction. That isn't his intention. His instincts slipped and he should rectify this. He gently brushes noses with Louis this time, his voice regaining some of its composure.]
I am not angered by your attempt. You are proving rather successful, in all honesty. I offer my sincerest apologizes for frightening you. If you wish to stop, I would escort you home or pay for a cab service. But if you wish to continue, I may have issue controlling my more base instincts.
Your scent pulls at my more bestial nature. I may find it difficult to stay fully in control.
[Lycaon has no need to worry; now that Louis knows that's just him being, you know, a Thiren? He's more than bounced back, that smile smoothing out to a bright, toothy grin. It probably looks awful with his lipstick, but whatever, it's fine.]
No, no it's quite alright; I just wasn't aware that was something I would need to look out for...! Now that I know... You may have me however you'd like, Von Lycaon.
I want you to be beastly with me. So long as there's light, my rapid healing will be more than enough for you. You could throw me to bears, and I would walk away unscathed.
[Aaaand that's what makes him remember something that he really, really ought to have thought of. But didn't.]
- Ah, but... be mindful. About ingesting anything. My blood, as you know, contains toxins... as does my saliva. And... other things.
... Actually - perhaps this was... a poor idea...
[Of course, at the incredibly low doses Lycaon would get from him, all he'd really need to worry about is euphoria, colors, and music in his senses. But still - not everyone enjoys a high. Even worse is when it's something that can't be prevented.]
[The next few moments has such a contrast of feelings and intensions. First, Louis is glad to see that he is aroused. An offering of feral sex, to allow him to release his inner beast, and a disregard for his own physical safety thanks to his ability to heal.
Then an instant later he is worried about Lycaon's reaction to the toxins within his body. The ones he would likely ingest during any physical encounter. His eye softens again and his hand releases Louis's hair and cups his cheek.]
I do not think it would be a poor idea. I know what you can do, what your blood and toxins could do to me. Yet I believe you would use your powers to calm my mind should things go wrong. I am willing to accept the risk if it means we continue.
But only if you feel comfortable with those same risks.
[Unfortunately, that's simply how it is with Louis. His thoughts and feelings are fleeting - transient, he's called them. Hopping from one to the next like he's just playing with them, almost, despite them being seemingly sincere.
But that hand comes up to cup his face, and automatically, he leans into Lycaon's hand as if he's been trained to do so.]
... If you ingest enough, I cannot calm your mind. I can control whatever hallucinations you may go through, and I can use my hypnotism to contain you should things go awry - But I cannot stop things once my toxins are inside of you.
...
That said... at low doses, they, ah - they... act a bit more like... an illicit substance. Shall we say. From what I have been told by Evangeline, most commonly you'll see colors or lights, and you may hear bells... perhaps even music. Alongside a bit of euphoria, of course.
If... that isn't something you mind, then, well...
[Lycaon is quiet as he listens, his entire focus on Louis, his words, and body language. His thumb gently brushes against Louis's cheek as he speaks and pauses. He leans in, tilting his head, and gently places a kiss on those lips. A simple soft kiss before he lowers his voice to a whisper.]
I have not always been as I am now, Louis. If you are an illicit substance, a drug, I would like to sample your taste and effect. And should things go too far, you will shape what I see and keep me from doing something I would regret until the effects pass. And we will be careful. I will not drink your blood or pierce skin with my teeth, at least.
Let us feel each other in all that we are. The bestial. The Reaper. The drugs. The madness. The order. And our pleasure.
Now. This is hardly a fitting location for such activities. Shall we take this to my bedroom?
[... And people say Louis has a way with words. That soft, chaste little kiss comes, and already he's looking at Lycaon like the wolf Thiren's hung the moon and the stars in the sky.]
I - y- Yes, of course! I mean - please, if we could... I - I would love nothing more... than to feel you like this, sir. Please.
[... Notably, he's not moving. Look - he might want this, but he also doesn't want to have to work for it. And besides, why wouldn't Lycaon want to carry him, right?? He's cute, he's carryable...??]
[The change again, so abrupt and genuine. Lycaon doesn't need to be ask. He stands easily, picking Louis up with him and holding the Reaper like a princess. He smiles down at him for a moment, not moving beyond that.]
Please. Call me Lycaon.
[With that simple statement, he walks toward the stairs. Up they go until they reach the door. Adjusting Louis easily into being cradled in one arm, he opens the door. Inside is his bedroom, obviously the master. A King sized bed, soft sheets and beautiful blanket. The pillows spotless and ready. A chair beside his bed with mechanical attachments to it. An attached bathroom, his wardrobe, and a very tall standing mirror for him to check himself in.
He gently closes the door behind him with his foot, turning on the light as he does. Then moves to the bed and gently lays Louis down. He leans over the reaper again, his weight descending. His hips push Louis's legs apart so he can settle between them. His arms slide under him, scooping him up close, and he leans down for another kiss.
This one not so chaste. This one more heated and passionate. It doesn't deepen though before he pulls back just enough to speak against those lips.]
[His name's muttered softly to himself, almost like Louis just can't believe he's been given permission to shorten his name like that... or, perhaps, like it's the loveliest name he's heard, despite having heard it before. Staring up at him the whole time he's carried, not even paying attention to what Lycaon's room is like - unfortunately, his blinders are far too strong when he's being carried by a wolfman, of all things. He's sure it's very lovely and fitting, but like. He's in the arms of a giant wolfman. He's being carried by a man who is huge and also a wolf and also plans to fuck him. There is very, very, very, very little that can get his attention off of Lycaon, right now.
Not a sound of complaint to be heard as Lycaon lowers him against the bedding, the little Reaper looking up at him with warmth and adoration. Barely a need to push his legs open at all - Lycaon leans in, and he's already doing it for him. Both more ready he's ever been in his life, yet so woefully unprepared... But more than happy to toss his arms around the Thiren's neck, returning that kiss as best he can - even as he tries his damndest to keep, well, himself to himself. Just for now - just until they're in the thick of things, and Lycaon's ready for his magic.
Already, though, he can feel himself getting hard... which, actually, reminds him of something.]
Ah... yes, of course, si- Lycaon. [No more "sir". Just Lycaon.] But, I wanted to ask... As it is, there'd be no way for me to - to take you properly, correct? The preparation I'd need... I feel it would take so long as to not be worth it for you.
So... I brought a special pair of earrings. That I purchased from Riki's shop during my first month here.
[He tilts his head, then, so Lycaon can see them - long, dangling earrings of amethyst that end in golden houseflies.]
... Originally, I merely bought them to express myself better when I felt the need. But... You have to admit, it would make things far easier for the both of us, wouldn't it?
[Lycaon listens and looks to the earrings and considers the words. His hands start to slide over Louis's body to start helping remove those clothes. After all, they do need to come off for what they both want. He meets the good eye again with his own.]
You are not inaccurate the preparation would need to take some time. Perhaps these earrings will assist. I have sufficient amounts of lubricant to properly slick everything. Given our size difference, your earrings likely will make the night proceed more expeditiously. However, I want you to know I would not mind the longer preparation time.
Or even multiple encounters of preparation and training for what is to come.
With that said, please show me what these earrings can do. I believe I've seen them in the shop before but I have ever seen them in effect.
[Louis lets out a little hum, feeling Lycaon explore him like that - sure, to help him out of his clothes... but those hands are big and warm, warm enough that he can feel it through the thin dress he'd donned for Lycaon tonight, and he knows his pulse would already be thrumming away in his ears... Y'know. If he had a pulse.
And he swallows hard, thinking about training for what's to come, but...]
... They are as simple as they're advertised to be, thankfully. You simply focus on them, give them a bit of your magic...
[The earrings glow, a soft pink-violet light emanating from them, and -
- Nothing changes much. Louis's not exactly the kind of person who wants to breast boobily, so to speak; he'd rather have just enough to fill out his clothes, nothing more. He seems to recognize how it looks, though, his face steadily dusting a darker - if glowing - shade of orange.]
... Trust me in that they've worked. You'll see for yourself momentarily.
[It's not like he has very much to take off, after all. The coat, the dress, some tights - that's it.]
[Nothing much changes though the shape of the dress shifts slightly. Lycaon leans in close without a word. He will see momentarily but for now, he wishes to do something else. His tongue gently traces Louis's lips. A soft request for them to part. With his muzzle kisses are a bit difficult.
Still, he can kiss. It just often involves teeth and tongue. Though he is sure Louis won't complain about that.]
[- Yeah, that... wasn't what he expected in response, considering he thought they were going to be undressing him. But he's more than happy to reach up and cup Lycaon's face, letting his nails push little paths through his fur -
Only to freeze, momentarily, when he feels the other's tongue asking to be let in. He'll allow it, of course (as if Louis would turn down something like this) but there's just... a split second worry, wondering if Lycaon had forgotten about Louis's warnings. That everything about him is tainted and toxic, saliva included.
... But he knows there's no way Lycaon would have forgotten something so vital. And so if it's a kiss he wants, a kiss he'll get - Louis tilts his head into it, lips parted to let Lycaon explore him even like this, tentatively meeting him halfway with a hitched little breath of excitement.]
[Lycaon indeed did not forget. The tainted toxin is a concern somewhere in his mind. But he also knows it is a risk he is more than willing to take. His tongue tips inside, tasting Louis and his poison. He savors the taste, though he won't kiss Louis for too long.
Enough for them both to enjoy this moment before he pulls back and starts to undress his current partner. Slowly, sensually, with great care for both Louis and the fabric. He licks his lips as he waits for the toxins to begin taking effect.]
[Oh, it won't take very long at all. Ingested like this, it only takes seconds for the toxins to kick in - but with how short of a kiss that was, the dose is miniscule. He'll get a bit of a warm feeling, mostly in his extremities... perhaps a very gentle lift to his mood, perhaps just barely hearing the sound of bells - as if they're far, far off in the distance, muffled through the walls.
Louis, of course, is more than happy to help in getting himself out of his clothes - shifting where needed, lifting away from the bedding where warranted, until he's left in front of Lycaon without any of it at all. ... And with a bright flush to his face, just at the thought of Lycaon getting to see him like this. Or, perhaps more accurately... at getting to have Lycaon look at him in such a way. Louis is the one being blessed by this experience, he feels like - having a chance just to be gazed upon by the Thiren, let alone everything else afterward. Yes, he's already hilariously down bad, why do you ask?
He's quick to open his arms for Lycaon, though, waving him in.]
... I wasn't done with you yet, you know. You haven't nearly gotten enough of a taste from me - It takes quite a bit more just from saliva, if it's the high you're looking to feel.
[Lycaon does indeed gaze upon Louis's body. His soft fingers and the tips of his claws gently trace the flesh he exposes. Every soft curve along his sides and then along his stomach. He doesn't lean back down immediately. Instead he undoes his vest then the shirt buttons and shrugs them off. His body is covered in that white soft fur and toned. Broad chest and shoulders, that slim down to his waist.
Then he leans back in, soft fur to flesh. He smiles.]
Then allow us to continue. [Again, Lycaon's tongue enters Louis's mouth too explore and take more of this beauty's toxin into himself.]
[Ooooh, no. Oh, no - this time, it's Louis who gets to explore. Lycaon settles over him again, and nigh immediately, Louis's hands are up to tangle those claw like nails in the mane around the Thiren's neck - gripping thick handfuls of fur to pull Lycaon in close as he presses up into that kiss for himself. Lathing his tongue over sharp teeth, just to feel how sharp they really are, as he lets out a heated little puff of breath against Lycaon's cheek.
It's almost as if that first kiss had just been a warm up, something that let Louis see how Lycaon, himself, goes about it - and this time, Louis's showing him how he does, in turn. Or, really, he might be pushing boundaries. Seeing what Lycaon will let him get away with. Exploring, pushing, taking what he's given, just to see where the lines are.]
[Lycaon is not expecting this from Louis but he is not against it. He opens his mouth, his teeth are sharp. After all, he is a wolf. His tongue runs against Louis's and he lets out his own warm breath into the kiss. He does not resist the control. If boundaries are what Louis's is pushing, Lycaon is allowing it without push back.
So many prefer him to the the one in control for such situations. The beastly Thiren ravaging them. Biting, claws digging into flesh, and a other rough treatments. This? This is novel and Lycaon appreciates it. He groans and his hands run over Louis's skin, feeling the soft pale flesh, and focusing on the sensations of this kiss and the effects of the toxins.]
[Well... if Lycaon really is just going to let Louis do as he pleases, then he's going to do as he pleases - that mane is let go of, just so Louis can wrap his arms around Lycaon's neck, instead, and that kiss is just pushed even deeper where he can. Laughing a little against the Thiren's lips when he feels his tongue piercings clack against those sharp fangs, shuddering a little when he intentionally presses against the sharp tip of a tooth. He seems plenty happy to just indulge in this - to indulge in Lycaon and the taste of him - for as long as he's allowed.
And meanwhile... Those toxins, slowly but surely, will be kicking in. Through a kiss, Lycaon could never get enough to really need to worry - not unless he has the breath control of an Olympic athlete, willing to keep this up for literal hours. It's the lowest dose of his toxins possible, meaning Lycaon likely won't even need to worry about hallucinations, let alone anything worse.
But despite that, still, colors will start to play and dance across Lycaon's vision, bright and saturated and inviting, as a sense of euphoria no doubt buzzes across him... The kind that warms the face and settles the mind, lofty and soporific yet somehow invigorating. It almost feels inspiring, honestly. And, at the same time, bells - soft, chiming bells - can be heard just at the very edge of his hearing, just soft and gentle enough to be easy to ignore, yet almost adds an angelic feel to the world as they continue on. It's all so gentle, so kind. So warm, like a mental embrace.
... Louis, of course, is none the wiser as to whatever Lycaon's getting to experience. He's well beyond that level of his own toxins, at this point - the only times he ever experiences the mild euphoria and the gentle bells is whenever he's so low on his magic, he may as well be close to death. Louis hardly even remembers what the early effects of his magic are. At this point, at Louis's own level of toxicity... instead of shifting colors, it's grotesque distortions and movement of still objects, twisted visages and things that aren't real. Instead of warm euphoria, it's delusions and mania, paranoid and frightened of everything around him. Instead of soft chiming and angelic hums, it's buzzing in his ears, layered voices, ominous whispers, his name called in solitude -- It's, you know. The worst. The reason he worries so much about sharing his toxins in the first place.
Right now, though? No matter what Louis is experiencing, he has Lycaon here to focus on and distract him from it. Lycaon gets the nicest, gentlest effects of his magic... and in return, Louis gets his sharp Thiren teeth to prick his tongue against, those sharp claws tracing his skin, hot breaths shared between them - all good and helpful distractions to keep him out of his own mind.]
[The feeling of tongue piercing tapping his fang sends a shiver through Lycaon. Not entirely enjoyable but not painful either. The way their lips and tongues meet, the tingling he feels through his body now, and the slight chime of bells are taking hold. His tail wags without much hinderance as the toxins eat away at that self restraint.
Lycaon feels warm and not unpleasantly so. It's a soft warmth building from his tongue and sliding down into his neck, shoulders, down his arms, along his spine, pooling between his legs, and sliding down his thighs. It traces down his tail as well as they continue to kiss. Perhaps some hesitation or fear may be warranted but Lycaon feels none. Louis's very being soothes him and only spurs him on. Claws trace delicate flesh, his fingers then press and hold onto Louis, pulling the reaper closer. He growls into the intoxicating kiss and finds himself wanting more.
Louis, perhaps, is truly addictive. At least the positive effects of his biological tie to this Orange magic. Lycaon wonders how good it will feel to continue to indulge as they proceed here. Fingers slide down between them, skilled fingers dancing along those folds between Louis's legs. Tracing the lips gently with the soft pads on his fingers, careful of his claws so they do not press too close to sensitive flesh. Lycaon is no stronger to intimacy and being mindful of said claws. The practices motion proves this.]
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I am not angered by your attempt. You are proving rather successful, in all honesty. I offer my sincerest apologizes for frightening you. If you wish to stop, I would escort you home or pay for a cab service. But if you wish to continue, I may have issue controlling my more base instincts.
Your scent pulls at my more bestial nature. I may find it difficult to stay fully in control.
1/2;
[Lycaon has no need to worry; now that Louis knows that's just him being, you know, a Thiren? He's more than bounced back, that smile smoothing out to a bright, toothy grin.
It probably looks awful with his lipstick, but whatever, it's fine.]
No, no it's quite alright; I just wasn't aware that was something I would need to look out for...! Now that I know...
You may have me however you'd like, Von Lycaon.
I want you to be beastly with me. So long as there's light, my rapid healing will be more than enough for you.
You could throw me to bears, and I would walk away unscathed.
2/2;
- Ah, but... be mindful. About ingesting anything.
My blood, as you know, contains toxins... as does my saliva. And... other things.
... Actually - perhaps this was... a poor idea...
[Of course, at the incredibly low doses Lycaon would get from him, all he'd really need to worry about is euphoria, colors, and music in his senses. But still - not everyone enjoys a high.
Even worse is when it's something that can't be prevented.]
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Then an instant later he is worried about Lycaon's reaction to the toxins within his body. The ones he would likely ingest during any physical encounter. His eye softens again and his hand releases Louis's hair and cups his cheek.]
I do not think it would be a poor idea. I know what you can do, what your blood and toxins could do to me. Yet I believe you would use your powers to calm my mind should things go wrong. I am willing to accept the risk if it means we continue.
But only if you feel comfortable with those same risks.
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Hopping from one to the next like he's just playing with them, almost, despite them being seemingly sincere.
But that hand comes up to cup his face, and automatically, he leans into Lycaon's hand as if he's been trained to do so.]
... If you ingest enough, I cannot calm your mind. I can control whatever hallucinations you may go through, and I can use my hypnotism to contain you should things go awry -
But I cannot stop things once my toxins are inside of you.
...
That said... at low doses, they, ah - they... act a bit more like... an illicit substance. Shall we say.
From what I have been told by Evangeline, most commonly you'll see colors or lights, and you may hear bells... perhaps even music.
Alongside a bit of euphoria, of course.
If... that isn't something you mind, then, well...
[He certainly wouldn't mind continuing.]
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I have not always been as I am now, Louis. If you are an illicit substance, a drug, I would like to sample your taste and effect. And should things go too far, you will shape what I see and keep me from doing something I would regret until the effects pass. And we will be careful. I will not drink your blood or pierce skin with my teeth, at least.
Let us feel each other in all that we are. The bestial. The Reaper. The drugs. The madness. The order. And our pleasure.
Now. This is hardly a fitting location for such activities. Shall we take this to my bedroom?
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I - y-
Yes, of course! I mean - please, if we could... I -
I would love nothing more... than to feel you like this, sir. Please.
[... Notably, he's not moving.
Look - he might want this, but he also doesn't want to have to work for it. And besides, why wouldn't Lycaon want to carry him, right?? He's cute, he's carryable...??]
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Please. Call me Lycaon.
[With that simple statement, he walks toward the stairs. Up they go until they reach the door. Adjusting Louis easily into being cradled in one arm, he opens the door. Inside is his bedroom, obviously the master. A King sized bed, soft sheets and beautiful blanket. The pillows spotless and ready. A chair beside his bed with mechanical attachments to it. An attached bathroom, his wardrobe, and a very tall standing mirror for him to check himself in.
He gently closes the door behind him with his foot, turning on the light as he does. Then moves to the bed and gently lays Louis down. He leans over the reaper again, his weight descending. His hips push Louis's legs apart so he can settle between them. His arms slide under him, scooping him up close, and he leans down for another kiss.
This one not so chaste. This one more heated and passionate. It doesn't deepen though before he pulls back just enough to speak against those lips.]
May I undress you now, Louis~?
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[His name's muttered softly to himself, almost like Louis just can't believe he's been given permission to shorten his name like that... or, perhaps, like it's the loveliest name he's heard, despite having heard it before.
Staring up at him the whole time he's carried, not even paying attention to what Lycaon's room is like - unfortunately, his blinders are far too strong when he's being carried by a wolfman, of all things.
He's sure it's very lovely and fitting, but like. He's in the arms of a giant wolfman. He's being carried by a man who is huge and also a wolf and also plans to fuck him.
There is very, very, very, very little that can get his attention off of Lycaon, right now.
Not a sound of complaint to be heard as Lycaon lowers him against the bedding, the little Reaper looking up at him with warmth and adoration. Barely a need to push his legs open at all - Lycaon leans in, and he's already doing it for him. Both more ready he's ever been in his life, yet so woefully unprepared...
But more than happy to toss his arms around the Thiren's neck, returning that kiss as best he can - even as he tries his damndest to keep, well, himself to himself. Just for now - just until they're in the thick of things, and Lycaon's ready for his magic.
Already, though, he can feel himself getting hard... which, actually, reminds him of something.]
Ah... yes, of course, si- Lycaon. [No more "sir". Just Lycaon.] But, I wanted to ask...
As it is, there'd be no way for me to - to take you properly, correct? The preparation I'd need... I feel it would take so long as to not be worth it for you.
So... I brought a special pair of earrings. That I purchased from Riki's shop during my first month here.
[He tilts his head, then, so Lycaon can see them - long, dangling earrings of amethyst that end in golden houseflies.]
... Originally, I merely bought them to express myself better when I felt the need. But...
You have to admit, it would make things far easier for the both of us, wouldn't it?
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You are not inaccurate the preparation would need to take some time. Perhaps these earrings will assist. I have sufficient amounts of lubricant to properly slick everything. Given our size difference, your earrings likely will make the night proceed more expeditiously. However, I want you to know I would not mind the longer preparation time.
Or even multiple encounters of preparation and training for what is to come.
With that said, please show me what these earrings can do. I believe I've seen them in the shop before but I have ever seen them in effect.
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Y'know. If he had a pulse.
And he swallows hard, thinking about training for what's to come, but...]
... They are as simple as they're advertised to be, thankfully.
You simply focus on them, give them a bit of your magic...
[The earrings glow, a soft pink-violet light emanating from them, and -
- Nothing changes much.
Louis's not exactly the kind of person who wants to breast boobily, so to speak; he'd rather have just enough to fill out his clothes, nothing more.
He seems to recognize how it looks, though, his face steadily dusting a darker - if glowing - shade of orange.]
... Trust me in that they've worked. You'll see for yourself momentarily.
[It's not like he has very much to take off, after all. The coat, the dress, some tights - that's it.]
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Still, he can kiss. It just often involves teeth and tongue. Though he is sure Louis won't complain about that.]
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But he's more than happy to reach up and cup Lycaon's face, letting his nails push little paths through his fur -
Only to freeze, momentarily, when he feels the other's tongue asking to be let in. He'll allow it, of course (as if Louis would turn down something like this) but there's just... a split second worry, wondering if Lycaon had forgotten about Louis's warnings.
That everything about him is tainted and toxic, saliva included.
... But he knows there's no way Lycaon would have forgotten something so vital. And so if it's a kiss he wants, a kiss he'll get -
Louis tilts his head into it, lips parted to let Lycaon explore him even like this, tentatively meeting him halfway with a hitched little breath of excitement.]
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Enough for them both to enjoy this moment before he pulls back and starts to undress his current partner. Slowly, sensually, with great care for both Louis and the fabric. He licks his lips as he waits for the toxins to begin taking effect.]
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He'll get a bit of a warm feeling, mostly in his extremities... perhaps a very gentle lift to his mood, perhaps just barely hearing the sound of bells - as if they're far, far off in the distance, muffled through the walls.
Louis, of course, is more than happy to help in getting himself out of his clothes - shifting where needed, lifting away from the bedding where warranted, until he's left in front of Lycaon without any of it at all. ... And with a bright flush to his face, just at the thought of Lycaon getting to see him like this.
Or, perhaps more accurately... at getting to have Lycaon look at him in such a way. Louis is the one being blessed by this experience, he feels like - having a chance just to be gazed upon by the Thiren, let alone everything else afterward.
Yes, he's already hilariously down bad, why do you ask?
He's quick to open his arms for Lycaon, though, waving him in.]
... I wasn't done with you yet, you know. You haven't nearly gotten enough of a taste from me -
It takes quite a bit more just from saliva, if it's the high you're looking to feel.
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Then he leans back in, soft fur to flesh. He smiles.]
Then allow us to continue. [Again, Lycaon's tongue enters Louis's mouth too explore and take more of this beauty's toxin into himself.]
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Lycaon settles over him again, and nigh immediately, Louis's hands are up to tangle those claw like nails in the mane around the Thiren's neck - gripping thick handfuls of fur to pull Lycaon in close as he presses up into that kiss for himself. Lathing his tongue over sharp teeth, just to feel how sharp they really are, as he lets out a heated little puff of breath against Lycaon's cheek.
It's almost as if that first kiss had just been a warm up, something that let Louis see how Lycaon, himself, goes about it - and this time, Louis's showing him how he does, in turn.
Or, really, he might be pushing boundaries. Seeing what Lycaon will let him get away with. Exploring, pushing, taking what he's given, just to see where the lines are.]
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So many prefer him to the the one in control for such situations. The beastly Thiren ravaging them. Biting, claws digging into flesh, and a other rough treatments. This? This is novel and Lycaon appreciates it. He groans and his hands run over Louis's skin, feeling the soft pale flesh, and focusing on the sensations of this kiss and the effects of the toxins.]
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Laughing a little against the Thiren's lips when he feels his tongue piercings clack against those sharp fangs, shuddering a little when he intentionally presses against the sharp tip of a tooth.
He seems plenty happy to just indulge in this - to indulge in Lycaon and the taste of him - for as long as he's allowed.
And meanwhile...
Those toxins, slowly but surely, will be kicking in. Through a kiss, Lycaon could never get enough to really need to worry - not unless he has the breath control of an Olympic athlete, willing to keep this up for literal hours. It's the lowest dose of his toxins possible, meaning Lycaon likely won't even need to worry about hallucinations, let alone anything worse.
But despite that, still, colors will start to play and dance across Lycaon's vision, bright and saturated and inviting, as a sense of euphoria no doubt buzzes across him...
The kind that warms the face and settles the mind, lofty and soporific yet somehow invigorating.
It almost feels inspiring, honestly.
And, at the same time, bells - soft, chiming bells - can be heard just at the very edge of his hearing, just soft and gentle enough to be easy to ignore, yet almost adds an angelic feel to the world as they continue on.
It's all so gentle, so kind. So warm, like a mental embrace.
... Louis, of course, is none the wiser as to whatever Lycaon's getting to experience.
He's well beyond that level of his own toxins, at this point - the only times he ever experiences the mild euphoria and the gentle bells is whenever he's so low on his magic, he may as well be close to death. Louis hardly even remembers what the early effects of his magic are.
At this point, at Louis's own level of toxicity... instead of shifting colors, it's grotesque distortions and movement of still objects, twisted visages and things that aren't real.
Instead of warm euphoria, it's delusions and mania, paranoid and frightened of everything around him.
Instead of soft chiming and angelic hums, it's buzzing in his ears, layered voices, ominous whispers, his name called in solitude --
It's, you know. The worst. The reason he worries so much about sharing his toxins in the first place.
Right now, though? No matter what Louis is experiencing, he has Lycaon here to focus on and distract him from it.
Lycaon gets the nicest, gentlest effects of his magic... and in return, Louis gets his sharp Thiren teeth to prick his tongue against, those sharp claws tracing his skin, hot breaths shared between them - all good and helpful distractions to keep him out of his own mind.]
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Lycaon feels warm and not unpleasantly so. It's a soft warmth building from his tongue and sliding down into his neck, shoulders, down his arms, along his spine, pooling between his legs, and sliding down his thighs. It traces down his tail as well as they continue to kiss. Perhaps some hesitation or fear may be warranted but Lycaon feels none. Louis's very being soothes him and only spurs him on. Claws trace delicate flesh, his fingers then press and hold onto Louis, pulling the reaper closer. He growls into the intoxicating kiss and finds himself wanting more.
Louis, perhaps, is truly addictive. At least the positive effects of his biological tie to this Orange magic. Lycaon wonders how good it will feel to continue to indulge as they proceed here. Fingers slide down between them, skilled fingers dancing along those folds between Louis's legs. Tracing the lips gently with the soft pads on his fingers, careful of his claws so they do not press too close to sensitive flesh. Lycaon is no stronger to intimacy and being mindful of said claws. The practices motion proves this.]