[ (oocly i totally give you free reign to sense/vibe with the essence as you like!)
it is one thing to bed a yokai. and while it's been a while since eiden last bedded one - there's a distinct sensation, maybe a lingering, of one not long ago. sometimes things cling, magical and otherwise and it's clear eiden's own internalized essence had a fair share of this particular type of magic before. it's why he doesn't flinch away now or seem afraid. the familiarity of it? he falls into it willingly.
as fingers glide to tease him, there's a damp there, warm and slick, already profuse - one would hardly need to brush his hole to feel how ready he is. he ends up clinging carefully when he's lifted up and carried off.
the recliners are nice though and as eiden settles, he can hear the question asked of him and turns a little. his fingers brush the gem hung down his chest but soon leave to sweep over the warmth of seimei's chest, splaying fingers over a shoulder. ]
Both? It's both... called Essence, uh... magic sort of. The gemstone, it regulates it.
[ with each brush and kiss, it flares up, as though fire fed oxygen. eiden nuzzles upwards, teeth teasing along seimei's ear before he murmurs: ]
What's your name?
[ a bite in turn, for the ones from before, tugging a little, playfully imploring. ] Name for a name... trade...
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it is one thing to bed a yokai. and while it's been a while since eiden last bedded one - there's a distinct sensation, maybe a lingering, of one not long ago. sometimes things cling, magical and otherwise and it's clear eiden's own internalized essence had a fair share of this particular type of magic before. it's why he doesn't flinch away now or seem afraid. the familiarity of it? he falls into it willingly.
as fingers glide to tease him, there's a damp there, warm and slick, already profuse - one would hardly need to brush his hole to feel how ready he is. he ends up clinging carefully when he's lifted up and carried off.
the recliners are nice though and as eiden settles, he can hear the question asked of him and turns a little. his fingers brush the gem hung down his chest but soon leave to sweep over the warmth of seimei's chest, splaying fingers over a shoulder. ]
Both? It's both... called Essence, uh... magic sort of. The gemstone, it regulates it.
[ with each brush and kiss, it flares up, as though fire fed oxygen. eiden nuzzles upwards, teeth teasing along seimei's ear before he murmurs: ]
What's your name?
[ a bite in turn, for the ones from before, tugging a little, playfully imploring. ] Name for a name... trade...