altimit | catch all >> september

[ Okay, this time Fandaniel does laugh. Hector sure put that back fast. Perhaps he should have told him it was a drink meant for sipping but... having not even gotten the chance to put the pitcher back down, he'll offer another pour, an eyebrow quirked. ]

Another or...?

Why not.

[ His arm comes down back to where it was a moment ago, his cup primed and ready to be filled.

But he nods at Fandaniel's neglected cup. ]

What about you? I'd rather you drink with me.

Hm?

[ Fandaniel turns his gaze to his own cup, sitting on the serving dish where the rest had been set before. Along with the sake and the cups are those already peeled hard-boiled eggs. Mantid eggs, admittedly, but they honestly don't taste much different from normal eggs... ]

Here, why don't I move this over so we can both reach it?

[ And he'll do just that, first refilling Hector's cup, then sliding the dish over on his other side into his free hand. He'll find a spot just behind where they're sitting but between them, too, to balance it instead. There, all better, and now he can fill his own cup, too.

Some might say it's bad luck to fill his own sake cup but, really, letting someone else fill it is a matter of camaraderie, not luck or manners, really. With Hector, he isn't like to know any different. ]

Edited 2023-09-02 02:00 (UTC)

[ Hector patiently waits for Fandaniel to move things around, refrains from throwing back his second cup. He watches him move, occasionally stealing glances at Fandaniel's body, whatever isn't obscured by steam and water. He's so skinny.

And he really doesn't know any better. So when he sees Fandaniel's done pouring himself his drink, he grins again, lifts his cup. ]

I gotta say, this isn't exactly how I thought things were going to go today. [ He brings his cup to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ] But I can't say I hate it.

[ Skinny, certainly, but not entirely untoned, so there is that. Once the great sake and snacks tray shuffle is successfully completed, he matches Hector's grin with a smile and raises his cup, too. ]

Why rush into a fling when you can take your time? It's more enjoyable this way. Good company, good drinks, relaxing waters...

[ And Hector appreciates a toned body when he sees one. ]

You know, most of my flings went by pretty fast. But I can't say I'm disliking how you go about this.

[ Damn, he's being treated well... Finally, he takes a sip from his cup, turning his attention to the waters they sit in, and the scenery beyond. ]

And hopefully, we'll top it off with an even better time together.

[ He definitely means sex. But we'll see where that goes, hmm? ]

[ Oh, Fandaniel knows. He has plans on defiling these hot springs into hotter, sexier springs, don't worry. ]

Hmm, normally? It would be fast, but we have all the time in the world here.

[ And if someone does stumble across them, it isn't a career-ending or life-ending moment, either, but to avoid the entire depressing "wow, you sure are closeted as fuck in real life" conversation, that's where Fandaniel will leave it.

On that note, he takes a sip from his own cup before finally letting Hector know, ]

By the way, this is more of a sipping drink, though I suspect you figured that one out after one-shotting the first.

[ Hector, in contrast, thinks about how he does have to go to bed so he can wake up for work in the morning, but...it's fine. He can lose an hour...or two. Or however long this takes. He's not going to think about it.

At Fandaniel's note, Hector laughs. ]

Yeah, I figured that out pretty quick. [ And he takes another little sip, just to emphasize his point. ] I can feel it already. You're getting me drunker quicker than I thought I'd be.

[ That's a tease, said with a little grin and a playful nudge. Oh. He's warm.

Hector adjusts, resting an elbow at the edge of the bath and propping his head up, turning to face Fandaniel more fully. Not a whole lot is hidden at this point. ]

So, is this what you normally do for fun? Hang out in baths and drink?

[ Fandaniel leans into the nudge and smiles into his drink. With everything on display, it's time for a very appreciative look and to do the same, shifting closer to where Hector is sitting in the water. ]

Normally? Definitely not. Tokyo has some onsens but you would have to drive out into the country or the mounts to find one that serves drinks and food. That could get pricy, so, this is much more of a vacation.

[ It isn't as if Fandaniel goes out to an onsen on a whim after work or anything. Actually, he isn't even sure when the last time he's bothered to do anything like that was... ]

Oh, you're in Japan?

[ A little look of genuine surprise crosses his face. He knows Fandaniel had to go to work when he was just playing for the evening, but what does he know? He could have a night shift job. He wasn't really thinking about timezones. ]

Huh. That's cool. Well— [ He sips the rest of his cup with a little sound of refreshment and moves to grab the sake pitcher. ] —let's make sure your time here is worthwhile, hm?

[ He flashes a grin, fully hoping Fandaniel is looking, and he reaches to playfully nudge his leg with his foot. ]

[ Now if that isn't an invitation, Fandaniel doesn't know what one is. He finishes his sake and sets aside his cup before slipping even closer this time, right up to Hector so that they're side-by-side, hip to hip, and peers up at him. There's only a few inches in difference between them, but it's enough. ]

Ha, yes. Not to claim that one needs to be Japanese to want to spend time in a hot spring like this but it is a familiar setting. [ He could book a visit to one very similar if he wanted, albeit not set in a wildly hot, lava-filled volcanic wasteland, but still. ] You are right, though, I would like to make it very worthwhile...

[ Is that a hand sliding to Hector's thigh through the water? It sure is. Hello. ]

[ Oh, this, he likes. As Fandaniel comes right up beside him, Hector flashes him a grin, leans into him a bit. He sits back to stretch his arm around him, along the edge of the pool.

The shiver, the goosebumps that ripple in the wake of Fandaniel's hand on his thigh quickly melt away in the warmth of the bath, but it quickly bubbles up through his throat in a chuckle. He opens his legs a little more to give the other man more access, a little sign that he's more than welcome to touch whatever he likes. ]

Then let's make sure it is.

[ His voice is low, not meant for anyone else. He turns to look at Fandaniel, eyes lidded, face flushed—from the heat, or from impending arousal, it's hard to tell. But either way, his eyes drop to his lips, and he leans in...

Except at the very last moment, he turns away and takes a big bite out of one of those eggs. You know, the ones that were on the plate. One of the ones that he'd reached around Fandaniel to get?

Blue eyes flicker to Fandaniel, a teasing glint in them. Teehee. ]

[ That has Fandaniel tilting his head up towards Hector as he leans in, so close, almost there, and then... turns, to eat the hard-boiled egg. That earns a laugh, but also a light pinch to Hector's thigh. ]

Oh, you enjoy teasing, do you?

[ Two can play that game and between the faint effects from the sake and the eggs and the warm water combined, he barely worries if there's a chance they might get caught, or if either of them might stay up too late, or about much of anything else at all, besides Hector, that is. Hector has his full attention and he smirks cattily at him as his hand slides up the man's thigh, up to the hip, then slowly skating across his skin, a little lower, a little lower, fingertips so deliciously near Hector's bare crotch in the water, but he doesn't reach for anything just yet. ]

[ Does he like teasing? Maybe he does. Hector gives a little chuckle at that, jumps at the pinch. At least he's being honest, in all senses.

He's still working on the egg as Fandaniel's hand roams; he keeps his attention on his food as he feels the brush through the water, pressure in the warmth. He tires not to let it show too much, but he is, ultimately, an honest man. He looks at his half-eaten egg like he wants to make out with it. His hips shift, ever so slightly, a clear signal that he's ready, whenever Fandaniel is. It's just too bad he seems to be taking his time.

Impatience? Hmm.

The egg is gone, and Hector leans in for good this time. There's a little grin on his face as his lips just scarcely brush Fandaniel's, and he speaks, ]

Seems like I'm not the only one.

Mm, you have no idea.

[ Hector's just lucky that he isn't planning on getting the poor man all riled up and then logging out to laugh about it... this time, anyway. As Hector leans in, their lips barely touching, Fandaniel slides his hand down further, this time reaching out to trace his fingers along the cock he finds down there, under the water.

Just as before, while teasingly brushing over his hip, they're only the lightest of touches, but he won't leave Hector wanting in every category. Fandaniel at least gives him this much, leaning in the rest of the way to make their lips meet, eyes sliding shut as he kisses him. ]

[ Hector is most certainly going to start questioning his life choices when that happens. But...not today.

His own eyes fall shut as the kiss begins in earnest, a quiet sigh slipping from his mouth to Fandaniel's. His hand, now free, gently snakes up Fandaniel's neck and tangles with his hair, keeping him close. Love effect aside, he still had fun kissing him yesterday, and a little shiver of excitement and anticipation rolls through him at the thought of a second round.

...Or that might just be the way Fandaniel ever so lightly brushes his hip, his cock. He's already aroused; his erection grows with each brush of his fingers, and a low hum rolls in his throat. How long is he going to keep his patience? Not that he doesn't enjoy a slow build, of course. The springs are doing very well at keeping him relaxed, it seems. ]

[ Seems that it'll be a trial for exactly that, Hector's patience, as Fandaniel carries on slow and steady. He presses into the kiss with a delighted hum in response to that shiver, lips parting against Hector's in a bid to deepen it and a groan leaving him as fingers tangle in his hair.

For his own part, he won't carry on simply teasing his fingers along Hector's stiffening erection. Feeling that flesh harden under all those light little brushes earns him reaching further and wrapping his hand around it fully and those light touches become full strokes. Even then, though, they're slow, agonizingly so. ]

[ A quiet moan slips from Hector's mouth into Fandaniel's once those light touches turn to strokes. It's like he's actually touching him, which is...kind of incredible. A surge of arousal lighting a little aggressive spark in him; he scrapes his teeth on Fandaniel's lips, and he leans into him, folding over the other man's smaller frame.

He drapes the leg flush against Fandaniel over the other man's leg, pulling him closer; he lifts his knee ever so slightly to gently press against the base of his cock as his way of saying, I haven't forgotten about this. With one last sweep of his tongue, with one last playful nip, Hector breaks the kiss to shift, pulling Fandaniel's head closer to him. He presses his lips close to his ear and murmurs, ]

Tell me how you want me.

[ It really is mindboggling how real everything feels, down to the smallest touch, the tiniest bit of pressure, and Fandaniel is feeling that, too, as Hector presses his knee lightly against his own cock. Admittedly, it isn't quite as stiff as Hector's, not yet, but that certainly helps. He lets out a quiet breath as the kiss breaks and tightens his grip on Hector, squeezing. ]

Mm, I believe I have a very comfortable seat for you right on my lap.

[ Hector chuckles quietly into Fandaniel's ear, but— ] Ah— [ He wasn't expecting the squeeze. His eyes flutter, his head bows slightly. Mm. Better regain at least a little composure so he can go where he's needed.

He pivots, throwing his other leg over Fandaniel's opposite hip. Arms wreathe around the smaller man's neck as his eyes, hazy from the bath and from needy arousal, settle on his, keeping eye contact as he sinks down, lowering his stiff cock onto Fandaniel's. Slowly, water ripples in serene waves as Hector begins to rock his hips for the pressure, the relief he's oh-so desperate for.

He leans in, breath short. ]

You're right. Best seat in the house.

[ The weight of Hector settling down on him, the press of his cock against his, feels so good. It's easy to get lost in it, a quiet groan leaving him once the other man begins moving on his lap, rocking against him, hot, sensitive skin grinding together. If he wasn't just as stiff as Hector before, he would be in short order. For Fandaniel's own part, he's moved his hands to find Hector's legs instead, sliding up through the water to settle on his hips as he moves them.

He crooks his fingertips, nails biting into skin, lightly, oh so lightly, for now. ]

And it's only going to get better.

[ Fandaniel can't help but laugh some, as he often does, though it's a soft chuckle before he rolls his own hips upward, grinding back against Hector. ]

Edited 2023-09-04 22:32 (UTC)

[ Yes. Grab his ass. Hector spreads his legs further, sinks deeper, arches into the younger man as they grind together. He blinks languidly, his eyes settling on the pink of Fandaniel's lips. God. This isn't even real but it feels so, so good. Not long ago he would've laughed at the idea of cybering in VR but—who cares, now? Not him, not when he feels the ecstasy coil so tightly, so hot in the pit of his gut with each rock of his hips, whenever his torso presses to Fandaniel.

It's not long before he notices how he rocks into a cock just as hard as his own, and it's not long before he decides it isn't enough. One hand snakes up the back of Fandaniel's head, fingers tangling in his hair again as he gently guides him to his neck, damp with spring water and sweat. The other leaves its perch from his shoulders to reach for Fandaniel's hand to guide him towards the inner curve of his rear.

Mark him. Prep him. He's Fandaniel's for the taking. ]

[ Content though he was to carry on grinding and moaning against one another, it's made clear enough that the man desperately rocking against him has run out of patience. It would seem Hector knows exactly what he wants, too, and who is Fandaniel to deny him that?

It's quicker to press his mouth to Hector's neck and then, quickly after, his teeth, setting them to skin and biting in with no interest in being gentle about it. He won't kiss or lick or soothe his bites, no, not even a little. Where he bites, he intends to leave angry, bruising marks, and that same roughness will be felt soon enough from his fingers as well.

Where his hand has been led, he traces fingers over the curve of that ass first before delving deeper, seeking entrance with just as much kindness as his teeth are granting Hector. In the game, there isn't much resistance to driving two fingers into him immediately, although it may be a sudden shock for Hector himself. No resistance means he can sink those in as far as he likes before scissoring them open, then crooking them sharply against those tight inner walls.

Time to see just how many different noises he can get out of the man wriggling away on his lap. ]

[ A low, raspy breath slips from Hector's lips as he feels the teeth sink into his neck. This is what he wants, what he needs. His eyes clench shut briefly, enduring the slight twinge of pain, but he keeps on. He keeps on rocking against Fandaniel's cock, the extra movement doubtlessly tearing into his skin. He doesn't care.

But his movements lurch, stutter when Fandaniel's fingers press in; the tips of his own dig into his shoulder. He arches into him, choking out a moan into his ear. ]

Hah—

[ It ripples through him, his physical body reacting and resisting though his virtual one lets the other man right in. He shudders, breathes hard in tandem with the way Fandaniel strokes his insides, feeling the way he's slowly prying him open, leaving him bare.

It scarcely matters that he's older, or taller. He's putty in Fandaniel's hands. ]

[ There's a lot to be said about self-control here when Fandaniel, who direly wants to move forward and bury his dick into Hector as roughly as he can, a desire that only grows hotter and more urgent with every rock of Hector's hips against him, but he chooses not to. No, with how he's squirming so delightfully in his lap like this, he opts to tease the poor man further first.

One more bite, hard, teeth digging into another spot along Hector's neck, sure to leave bruises in only the game, though he certainly hopes the sensation will carry over into reality for a time. Wouldn't that be nice? Ah, but yes, after that one, he parts way from that and laughs quietly against warm skin.

The words that come chasing after it are breathy and amused. ]

Why do I get the feeling that I could make you come with just this alone? [ A third finger is added as he pulls them back out, then pushes all three in together, once more spreading his fingers, stretching him out even further. ] Do you want that, Hector? Hmm? Or do you want to ride me like a good boy?

[ Funny that he, someone younger and smaller, would be the one calling Hector a boy, but Fandaniel would like to guess that he's into this sort of teasing. ]

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obligatory high chances of nsfw warning here

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