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[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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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.]