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“—ok! Rook!”

Slap.

Rook blinked blankly as he realized his face was turned harshly to the side. He raised a hand to touch his face and felt that it was warm due to the harsh slap delivered by—

“Are you finally able to listen to me, Rook?”

He faced forward to see that the beautiful face of Vil Schoenheit was twisted in a look of disapproval. It took only a second before Rook managed to pull on the smile he always used to placate his Dorm Leader.

“Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, a hand on his chest and another extended outward, “Our Beautiful Vil! I apologize! I was so distracted by the way the twilight has coloured our beloved dorm, that I was caught utterly speechless!” Vil tilted his head and scowled at his Vice… former Vice Dorm Leader.

“Oh, please do not lie to me, Rook.” Vil fixed his ceremonial robes idly, as he repositioned the hood on his shoulders. “You were thinking of something… No, someone else.” He narrowed his eyes on the hunter. Rook briefly wondered if he was eyeing the creases in his own ceremonial robes. “Exactly what, however…” He let his sentence hang, suspended in a moment of silence. Beautiful Vil stared at him—and Rook realized that the man would not let this go. Would no longer let this go. At that realization, Rook’s hands fell to his sides and his shoulders slumped.

“I did not think you would notice a thing, Roi du Poison.” He admitted rather lamely. His eyes flickered off again, in the direction of a certain dorm…

“Do not insult me Rook. Of course, I would notice. I have known you for so long…” Vil sighed before he snapped. “Now out with it, what exactly is your problem?”

“Well…”

When it had been time for Rook to choose his internship, he had done so in his typical fashion—an eager single mindedness for the sake of something he considered beautiful. His internship would take him to faraway places—so much so that it would become difficult for him to keep in contact with his family and his peers. He had known (thought) that it wouldn’t matter too much for him. While Rook could enjoy being in a crowd—he was more of a solitary creature.

After all, the hunt is best done alone.

And it was fine in the beginning. He was able to throw himself into his internship with all his love and his energy. His supervisors were winded but amazed at his devotion to learning everything he could from them.

“Because what you do here is beautiful and there is nothing, I love more than seeing beauty—in all its shapes, sizes… forms—! How could I call myself la chasseur d’amour if I do not chase after that which I love~?” He had explained to them, and they had shaken their heads in bemusement over him. Then they shrugged—at least he was enthusiastic.

He did not know what had caused it. But in the middle of exploring a forest, there at the edges of the Land of Pyroxene—he is hit with the sudden thought of you.

It causes him to stumble on his step, for his inhale to be a little sharper—and a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he coughed in surprise. There is a knot in his chest that makes him think of the way you would look at him if you were with him at that moment. You would probably be nervous—uncertain about the situation you were in but…

You would take his hand. And he would assure you that all would be well.

He blinked, dazed. The image of you standing before him faded away as all distractions do.

When he wondered to himself why he remembered you—he had thought that perhaps it was because you were one of his fascinations; and Rook Hunt was a man controlled by his need to understand everything that drew his interests.

But why then? At that time?

He had taken his internship to satisfy his fascinations for so many other things and you—

You and your allure were currently a thousand miles away.

There should be no reason for you to continue to dwell in his thoughts… for he had already learned everything about you.

When something (or someone) drew his interest, he would consume all the knowledge he could from observing them. When that was finished—

His eyes would simply fall onto another prey.

You were his last fascination back at Night Raven College—just before his internship began.

So why then did he look back now? So why then is he remembering all the ways you looked at him? In the beginning—your eyes were filled with confusion. There was a time you regarded him with wariness. Then there came a time you peered at him with acceptance… with amusement. With admiration and even with fondness.

You had looked at him with worry in your eyes as well. So many things were left unspoken as he went away for his trip.

‘Perhaps it is that.’ He had concluded at that time. ‘Perhaps my research on you isn’t quite finished yet.’ He attempted to dismiss it as such. Often, he’ll suddenly remember a person who he had once given his attention to. Often it would just be him attempting to see if they had changed in any way and… Perhaps it was the same with you. He nodded to himself. Now that he has figured that out—you would likely stop interrupting his thoughts… It would let him focus on the hunt once more.

At least that is what he told himself but—

The moment he remembered you—you would no longer leave him alone.

Sometimes he would see you at the edge of his vision, standing there with gentle acceptance on the quirk of your lips. Sometimes he would feel your hand in his as he began to smell the homely scent of Ramshackle after a long day of schoolwork. There were the times he had mistaken the song of a bird for the way you would call out to him; and then the times when his thoughts wander to the taste of sunshine on the bright days you two would share.

Something in him began to hunger. To see you, as you are—without you fading away like a daydream. To really feel the press of your hand against his own, to be enveloped in the scent of Ramshackle—one he so strongly associated with your own. To hear your voice, speak his name again—and for the taste of days spent with you.

Suddenly the internship he did not want to end—could not end any faster.

And yet once he had gone back to Night Raven College—restless with the need to soak in your presence—not even a thought to if you would want to see him only to realize that you—

You were avoiding him.

Rook Hunt was not a person easily hurt. He had the tendency to be blunt and his desire for knowledge has let him step on several people’s toes. He was used to being avoided—in fact, it was a thing that brought him excitement.

It was a part of the hunt.

And yet—yet with you—

To know you were avoiding him made him… feel. Something. He cannot quite pinpoint what it is. It surely did not feel like fascination anymore—

There was nothing more important to him than which draws his fascinations—so what have you become then? What lies beyond his whimsical interest in you?

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Rook.” His Queen’s voice made him crash down to reality. He blinked in surprise—his lips fell into a perfect o as he studied Vil’s irate expression. Ah, had he spoken without thinking?

“Are fools not entertaining to you, my Queen?”

“Perhaps I found it amusing once... however, for someone who calls himself la chasseur d’amour…” The syllables of the foreign language drip off Vil’s tongue like honey. His Queen’s lips curled into a saccharine smile. “You don’t know the first thing about love, do you?” Rook blinked startled—

“Love?” He echoed, winded.

“Love.” Vil peered at him, there was something smug in the curl of His Queen’s lips—but he was unable to examine it further because Vil gestured at him to face forward. With him being as distracted as he was—he had failed to realize that they had arrived at the Pomefiore Lounge.

And standing by one of the great windows was Monsieur Cherry Apple… and you.

“Senior Vil, Senior Rook.” Epel greeted, a sweet smile on his face. “Senior Vil, as you requested.” Epel then waved towards you. You, who had been carefully avoiding his gaze by fixing your own, to the ground.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” Your voice faltered before you went quiet. Rook peered at you—the beginning of a frown tilted the corner of his lips. He could see the sweat drip from your forehead, the way your fingers and feet fidgeted… As someone who spent so much time observing people, he knew you wanted to run.

But why…?

(“Come Epel. Leave them be. There are things I need to discuss with you…” Epel looked at the two of you—quietly standing across each other. He had never seen Rook so quiet before—and this was unlike every other time that the older man was hunting. And then there was you… Queen, you worried them all… ‘But if there’s anyone who could cheer you up…’ he bumped his shoulder roughly against Rook. Enough to pull the older man out of his thoughts to meet his junior’s eyes.

‘Take care of my friend.’ Epel’s eyes narrowed, before he followed Vil.)

Confusion mixed with amusement bubbled up within Rook… How beaute! For the boy—nay, the man to challenge Rook like that… It could almost make him weep from the beauty of your friendship! ‘If Monsieur Cherry Apple challenged me like that… then it is only right that I face his challenge head on—!’ He dragged his eyes back down to your fidgeting form.

“Mon Monarque… It is a pleasure to finally speak with you.” You flinched at his words. “I feel as if you were avoiding me these past few days.”

“I wasn’t—!” you looked up—eyes glassy with unshed worries—but Rook’s knowing gaze made you falter. “… No, you’re right… I’m sorry. I’ve been very unfair, haven’t I?” you smiled weakly.

“As we all are, Mon Monarque.” This time you finally meet his gaze with those wet eyes of yours. “I believe I have been quite unfair with you as well. There were things you must’ve expected me to say back then…” He raised his hand, and happy that you were not flinching away, laid it on your cheek. “How you’ve tested me these past few days, mon amour!”

“Normally,” he began. “One such as I enjoy the thrill of the chase. You would not be the first to run from me… but…” he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Once it was you who was running from la chasseur d’amour… once it was you, who began to avoid me…” his lips curled downward again—in memory of the past week… “It did not excite me, mon amour—instead… it filled me with dread.” At his words, your eyes burned, and your lower lip trembled.

“Sorry… I’m sorry.” Your voice is faint. “Please… let me explain.” And you do. You tell him what the headmaster had told you—about how you could go home now. You tell him about your conflicted feelings—about wanting a reason to stay but thinking about your family. All the while, he stroked your cheek in encouragement.

Beyond your shoulder, through the large windows—Rook could see the way the sun finally, completely dipped past the horizon. The light framed you completely, it made you look like some heavenly beauty who descended upon the earth. It was your mercy that allowed you to appear before him like this. In the brevity of the light illuminating him—You dazzle him—you blind him.

You made him breathless.

In this moment… he could lose you, couldn’t he?

Ba dump.

His eyes widened as the beat of his heart went unsteady at that realization.

Ba dump dump.

In that moment he realized that your time together could end. Yet, framed by the light—you were so beautiful.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

He found himself lacing your fingers together before falling to one knee before you. You faltered in your words as he tightened his hold on your hands. Ah—so, this is why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, this is what Vil meant—when he called him a fool.

‘But there was one ending that was beautiful, non?’

“Rook…?”

“Mon monarque… Please forgive me for leaving you so. Perhaps I have no right to ask you for this but… would you please let me stay with you from now on?” He whispered as he peppered kisses against your palms.

“Rook—!?”

“…Mon amour, I feel faint at the thought of living in a world where you no longer exist.”

“Rook… you’re saying that you…” your eyes became even more glassy. He reaches down to his outfit and with a quick snap—removes the button closest to his heart—and pressed it into your hands.

“Tell me your answer, mon amour. I will accept it but… know…. I do not call myself la chasseur d’amour lightly. For the prize I am hunting now, is your heart.” You blink, and the glassy look in your eyes—shattered as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I will not give it up.”

‘That’s right. ‘They lived happily ever after’—are those not the words that define a beautiful ending?’

—

Nothing lasts forever.

Lilia Vanrouge was definitely the last person to think that.

But being aware of that doesn’t make it any easier for him. Perhaps it makes it worse. Lilia is used to losing people. They have either died too young or he has lived for too long. And when you’re his age you can’t help but begin to brace yourself for the inevitable—for the time you lose people as if they were dying like flies.

So when you waltz into his life here at Night Raven College—Lilia had an idea about how you might just ruin him.

It’s the curiosity that sparkled in your eyes. It’s the lilt in your voice that he cannot place anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

You did not belong to this world.

But it was also for that same reason that Lilia was drawn to you.

Perhaps he had multiple interests throughout his centuries of loneliness… but you were the first bright spark in a millennia.

Your light was different from the way Malleus… Silver and Sebek shined for him. They were family. They were a constant source of light in the darkest of days. And—he would have them for longer. He would be with Malleus for centuries—he would have Silver and Sebek for their lifetimes.

But you—your light was akin to a shooting star. If he so much as blinked—if he took his eyes off you—if he looked at you a second too late—

He would instantly lose your light.

And shooting stars do not leave anything behind.

There would be no way to follow after you once you’ve gone.

That is why, while you still glimmered in this world of Twisted Wonderland—

He would relish in the way—

You made the world pause.

You made a moment extend into an eternity.

You made an immortal crave just a little more time.

But he would also brace himself—

Because the world will continue to spin.

Because a moment will always fade away.

Because there is never enough time.

So when you came to him (right before his graduation too—robes of black ink and spun gold spread around him on the couch), your eyes wet with your worries while your lips spilled the damning words of the Headmaster—he knew.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home…”

He knew that the moments he spent with you had ultimately concluded.

He could already see it—the world dimmed as your bright light shot off into the distance. Ready to burn brilliantly for another world… while he must drift into an eternity with your glow haunting him beyond his closed lids.

‘Nothing lasts forever,’ Lilia thought—wistfully. ‘All things will come to an end.’

He knew what you came here for.

You wanted a reason to stay.

But this was something Lilia can not—no—will not give you.

“—And it’s insane, Lilia. I can’t believe—he just—I don’t know what to do—I—what do I do—?” Finally your eyes fall on him and instinctively your heart sunk. You didn’t know why but… perhaps it’s because you knew him so well by now and…

He gazed at you; expression surprisingly solemn and empty. It scared you. Lilia has never looked at you like this before—to your knowledge, you’ve never seen him wear such a grave expression on his face.

“Child.” You flinched immediately, eyes wide—and beginning to sting already. You tensed in your seat and the fairy in front of you sighed deeply. “Child, this is something I cannot give you an answer to.”

“W—what?” You sputtered, your eyes began to water. “But—”

Lilia—sweet, all-knowing—brilliant Lilia. He, who you always felt,had the answers in this world. He, who you felt safest with… Who was always able to explain things to you—

For once he had nothing to say?

“But nothing.” He said—voice light, gentle—almost as if scared that if he spoke with any more force you would shatter before him.

Who were you kidding?

You’ve already begun to shatter.

“My dear one, this is not my choice to make.” He insisted lightly, red eyes gleamed in the dim light of Diasomnia’s lounge area. “It is your own.”

Lilia’s brows furrowed as he watched your expression shift—from sadness, to confusion, pain—and… He did his best to stiffen himself and not attempt to gather you in his arms. To give you all the reasons to stay—

“It is not my choice to make… but I can give you advice.”

“Then give it. Please.” Your voice faltered in that way he knew that the tears were coming. He did his best not to be swayed. Not when such an important decision is laid before you…

“I believe you should go home.” He answered, and your head snapped upright. Shock coloured your whole face.

“Lilia—you—why would you—” you began to cry but he held up a hand.

“My dear, I have lived a long life full of loss.” He paused, “I will continue to live with loss at my side but you…” he raised his hand, leant forward to cup your cheek—and wiped away a tear right before it fell down the curve of your face. “You have not lived that life, child. Not yet. It is not something I would wish on anyone.” ‘Most especially you.’ He thought fiercely.

“You have a chance to find family again. That is good. I believe you should do it. Go home and reunite with them. It is not yet too late for you.” He murmured—this time tears began to fully stream out of your eyes.

“But Lilia—” you choked out through the tears. “But Lilia, I love you.” Your shoulders slackened as if you had finally let go of a burden, but you curled into yourself protectively. Terrified of the words that he might say now.

Lilia’s smile is sad—but even worse—is how knowing it was.

He knew.

He had known.

All along.

“A passing fancy, I’m sure.” He murmured as he pulled away and everything in you cried out in agony as the fairy lets you slip from his fingers. “Love like this will not last.”

Or at least it won’t last for a mortal like you. It was in your nature—he has seen countless immortal fairies let go of their human lovers. He himself had done the same throughout the centuries… The mortals—they all felt pain and they all felt anger—but ultimately they all moved on. It was the one thing he found that he envied in mortals. For them, life was too short to hold onto those who have chosen to leave them—but for immortals… Immortals always lingered. It was their nature to hold onto what they have let slip past them.

He was not an exception.

Never let it be said that he did not mourn each and every what if.

His love for you will last—until whatever end might meet him.

You will be the one he holds onto until nothing left of him remains—

However this was a type of love he won’t expect from you. It was a type of love he would not curse you with.

“Move on, my dear.” His words chased you out of the Diasomnia Dorm. “… as all mortals do.” He said, softly—this time to himself. He looked down at his small, ungloved hands.

His flesh was smooth, supple. His skin was not thin, his bones or veins not protruding. Immortal. Unchanged.

It was the best choice for you.

‘Let me be the lonely one. Let me be the one to miss you, while I become a faded memory. Let me be the one to remember the way we loved one another. Let me linger, while you experience all of what life has to offer.’

Lilia’s head snapped up as he heard a noise. (A little hope that, maybe, you won’t listen to this old man. Who might have grown in years but never truly outgrew his foolishness—) His eyes caught sight of Malleus—whose own gaze was fixated on the door.

“For once, perhaps I should’ve let myself remain uninvited.” Malleus said dryly. His eyes moved from the door… to Lilia. For a moment Lilia worried that the boy might smite him for making you, his beloved friend, cry. “In all the time I spent in your care…” Malleus spoke softly, “I have never seen you look so small, Lilia.”

Lilia inhaled and straightened himself. His lips trembled as he pulled it into a smile—but it snapped right back into a downward curve. There is no point in trying to hide it from Malleus—no point in attempting to tell him that he wasn’t hurt. For Malleus was just like him.

Someone who will linger in the great eternity, missing someone who will never return.

“I see.” Malleus paused, “… It will never get any easier… will it?”

“Losing someone is always hard. Regardless of the centuries one has lived.” Malleus raised his head again, eyes distant at Lilia’s words.

“Why do we still interact with mortals, then? Is it worth all this pain?”

“… Yes.”

Malleus turned sharply back to Lilia.

“Because even if there is pain… There is great happiness.” Lilia whispered softly as his eyes moved to the door—as if willing you to return even when he was the one to tell you to go. “Because even if we lose them… we will have eternity to remember them… treasure them… love them.” He chuckled gently. “Isn’t that a beautiful way to live forever? In the loving dreams of someone who will remember you.”

“You love greatly, deeply.” Malleus’s brows furrowed, “but why then—did you chase them away?”

“It is the nature of immortals to hold on, to linger. To remember.” Lilia said simply, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. But his gaze was far away—perhaps fixed onto the sky, remembering all the stars that have slipped past him into the distance. Never to be seen again, but their brilliance and beauty to be remembered. Always to be remembered. “But mortals… the brevity of their lives will make them move on. They have to—they should move on. They can learn to love ano—”

SLAM.

Lilia flinched as his head jerked upright to look at Malleus. The heir’s expression was dark—stormy.

“I did not think I would ever have to teach you anything, Lilia.” Malleus said, disappointment crackled in his eyes.

“Teach me..?”

“Who are you to judge whether my friend should or should not love you?” The prince murmured, “Who are you to say that their love will fade away…? No… that is only something they should decide.”

Lilia blinked in surprise as Malleus turned away and moved towards the door to Diasomnia’s dorm. “Malleus—what are you—?”

“Do not dare to think about their affection… their love for you lightly.” Malleus continued to walk toward the door. He paused as his hand landed on the door knob. He turned to glance at Lilia from the corner of his eye.

“I will not let you underestimate the depth of my friend’s love.” He had said with so much certainty. As if telling Lilia that your return was as certain as night falling, as if your love was as steadfast as the stars above. With a smile, Malleus turned back to the doors and pushed it open to reveal—

You.

Lilia sat, frozen as you glared at him with wet eyes. When you blinked the glassy sheen in your eyes would fragment and slip down your cheeks. Your lips were twisted downwards in displeasure, and your hands were curled on your side. You don’t look at Malleus—but you whisper a thank you to him. You had stopped right outside the door, you had cried—but when you heard Malleus speak you quieted to listen. You can only guess that Malleus probably cloaked you in his magic to hide you from the older fae. Lilia turned to Malleus for a moment. Malleus inclined his head, a tiny smug smirk curled on his painted lips.

‘You have my blessing.’ Malleus seemed to say. Lilia wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by it but he didn't dwell on it because Malleus shimmered out of existence. This made his attention return to you.

You walked towards him—almost stomping. Perhaps any other time he would think of that as adorable—but for right now, he knew he should take this seriously.

Take your feelings more seriously.

“My d—mhm!” In a move he never expected from you, you bend down and kiss him. Your eyes shut tight, the tears slipped from your lashes and dropped down onto his cheeks. Your fingers curled in the silky material of the robe as you insistently pulled him closer to you. Just as he’s about to do something—take you into his arms, maybe—or kiss you back—you pulled away.

“I love you Lilia.” You professed. Yes, you weren’t sure about what you were going to do—where you were going to go even. But one thing you were sure of, is that you do love Lilia. And that if he reciprocated even a little— “I want your heart.” Your fingers curled tightly into his shirt, the button closest to his heart in the center of your palm—and it dug into your skin.

“I don’t need to meet anyone else. I don’t want to meet anyone else..! I just want you. In my life. For the rest of my life.” Your cheeks flushed at your confession but there was no going back now—you could only hope that the price of your honesty was his own.

“I don’t want you to lose anyone if you stay by my side.” His voice is shaky now. Unlike the self-assured Lilia you had always known.

“Then we’ll just have to figure out how to travel between worlds… or communicate—I don’t know.” You cried out. Between the two of you, it had always been Lilia with the answers. “Just don’t—make me choose one or the other… Let me choose both. If you don’t want me to lose anyone—then help me talk to them—but not at the cost of losing you! I want to spend all my time with you—!” Your voice pitched as Lilia dragged you down into his lap, fingers curled around the hand on his heart.

“… I’ve always thought I would be satisfied with just a little more time.” He murmured, breath brushed against the slope of your neck. “… but you want to spend all of it on this old man… are you sure…?”

“There’s no one else.”

“An immortal’s love is nothing compared to the one shared between humans.”

“Immortal or mortal—what matters is that it’s you and me.” You said stubbornly and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Malleus was right… there were still so many things he could learn from you… Learn to love about you.

And to a man who thought there was never enough time—ultimately, who was he to refuse?

Immortal or mortal, the undeniable truth was that Lilia was still just a man who wanted to love you without regrets. Without thinking of you as a what if.

“… When I’m promised something so dazzling, how can I refuse?” He pulled away and he gave you a sweet smile—red eyes glimmered with so much love. “If this is the love you’ve chosen to bestow upon me, then it is only right that I return it in full.” His face drew closer, his exhale wafted across your face.

“You have my heart then, my dear. You’ve had it since you first dazzled me. And I’m sure you will continue to do so… for the centuries to come.”

Location

I think, early on his relationship with a partner, he’ll probably suggest and keep to sex in private locations. When he was younger, he was more willing to do it anywhere and anytime but… He’s grown quite a bit since then and in a budding relationship, something like this should be treasured in private between partners.

That being said, as the two of you become more comfortable in your relationship together, Lilia is more happy to be even more experimental with you. Taking you anywhere and happily letting you explore your sexuality and kinks.

Pace

I see him defaulting to a slower pace. He likes drawing it out because he simply thinks it’s more worth it, to do so. He can certainly go quicker and be rougher on you, if that’s what you prefer, but it’s something he won’t immediately do.

He once more likes to make you set the pace—he’s super attentive to the slightest inclinations of your need for him to either go faster or slower. “Aah… Did you want me to go faster? Will you not speak up, my love?”

Risk

I think what he finds fun about sex is discovering all the different quirks his new lover can introduce to him. So he tries to be a little “hands-off” wherein he won’t be the type to tell you exactly what you do (unless you prefer that!)—and lets you dictate what you want.

Even with that stance however, he’ll be happy to answer your questions and help reassure you about things you want to try but are worried about. If anything he’ll have a lot of funny stories to tell you about experiences from before. “Now, let me tell you about that time when…”

Toy

He definitely enjoys toys a lot! He loves to use them on you—and his grin is wide as he studies you writhe beneath him. I don’t think he will ever suggest the toys himself—I think he just wants to watch you sweat a little as you ask him to use certain toys on you.

He will also watch you sweat a little more when you stutter as you ask him to use certain toys himself. He’ll happily agree—he likes letting this be a learning process for you as well, so he’s more than willing to guide you through it with no problem.

Wild Card

He probably has like some of the funniest and wildest sex stories ever. Like you think he wouldn’t have anymore but he’ll just drop one so casually that you can’t help but laugh about it.

He doesn’t tell you these stories because he wants you to feel jealous or upset about his old relationships—he tells you these because he trusts you and he hopes that telling you these stories will give you more confidence in testing new things out with him. He was once a stupid boy making so many mistakes himself—he wants you to know that just because he’s so much more mature now, doesn’t mean he expects the exact same for you. “My love, you should go at your own pace. Do not rush, or this won’t be half as fun, mhm?”

X-Ray

Pretty average in length, but pretty thick at the base. A wise man once said, “it’s not about the size, it’s the performance.” … And you bet Lilia is exactly that. He might not have the largest cock, but he sure is the best in the performance area. He will never disappoint

ZZZ

He’s not the type to get exhausted quickly—so I can see him staying up way after you knocked out after your sessions. I can also imagine that he might end up playing video games while you slumber off too…

Kink

Praise Kink--Giving and Receiving. I don’t think he’s very much familiar with a lot of kinks. He didn’t even know that praising someone in bed would be considered a kink… However he does enjoy being told how much you love him--and simultaneously he likes telling you all the things he loves about you in bed… “How thankful I am, to have such a loving partner…”

Primal Kink. If Malleus were to be completely honest, he really does want to just completely let go of his control as he thrusts his cock into your body. He wants to think of nothing but the way your heat wraps tight around his length--he wants to move against you with complete abandon. However, if his lover is a human--he becomes all too aware of how fragile they can be and he reigns himself in for that.

NO

Do not ask him to hurt you or be rough with you. He’s too aware of how fragile your body can be. If he doesn’t pay attention; it’s so easy for him to snap and ruin everything he has with you. So no matter how much you ask him to be just a little rougher… he’ll probably refuse.

Stamina

He actually has quite the inhumane (heh) stamina and can often continue on way after you’re completely spent. He always tenderly kisses you after each session, thanking you for giving him a moment of pure love and peace.

He never tries to push you beyond your own stamina. Once he feels as if you’re tired, he’ll quickly move on to aftercare. Do not worry too much about whether or not he reached his pleasure--he likely did. He just… genuinely enjoys every moment he can spend in your embrace.

Volume

Malleus’s voice is soft--delicate, but still strong and deep. It has a calming quality to it--and a very self-assured tone to it as well. He likes to hum classical pieces--mostly during your aftercare and when you try to fall asleep.

Malleus’s moans, on the other hand, are long and have some sort of deep musical quality to it. They sound incredibly nice and they never fail to make you shiver--pleased that you were bringing such a man, satisfaction. The closer he comes to his orgasm, his moans become shorter and his breath, all the more hot.

ZZZ

Malleus is someone who probably would be awake at incredibly odd hours of the night. Regardless of if you two had just finished a heated session together or not. He especially enjoys stroking your hair… Perhaps reading a book too afterwards. If you want to cuddle, he’ll happily oblige but he won’t fall asleep immediately.

Experience

Not very experienced honestly. He’s somewhat of a romantic in that he’ll probably wait for the one before even thinking of sharing such an intimate moment with anyone.

He’s also someone who’ll probably call reading (or maybe watching) erotica, experience. He’s the one who’ll do actual reading and research on sex and kinks before trying anything else with someone.

Quickie

Genuinely might not know what this is. It’s something that simply has never concerned him. He’s someone who probably dislikes seeing other people kiss in public--he’d mutter something about “propriety” and pull you away. To him, affection and intimacy should be something shared between two partners alone.

He’s also someone who probably schedules the times you can get intimate. If there’s one thing Riddle believes in, it’s that quickies will probably not bring both of you equal pleasure. He just wants to ensure you are satisfied--so he’ll make sure to actually set aside time to do just that.

Toy

He’s not someone who will do the suggesting--yet another thing he didn’t really know about unless you told him about it. When he does research into it (as he does with all new things you introduce to him)--his face will immediately flare up and he’ll stammer, “W-what is the meaning of this!? You want to use this!?”

He probably will resist if you ask to use toys on him. He's quite shy about it, though absolutely willing to learn if you want the toys to be used on you. (You might be able to convince him to have toys used on him though~!)

Wild Card

He’s technically a submissive that pretends to be a dominant. Likely chance, you might be the one who’s in charge--and he’s more likely to follow your lead in what you want him to do. Riddle, ordering you around while in bed? He only does that because you let him.

Even when he’s acting as the dominant in the relationship, it’s almost too easy to completely flip it around and get him blushing on his back, on the bed. He gets flustered and may just immediately lose track of what he was trying to do to you.

ZZZ

He’ll do his best to sleep after you. It’s just what he wants. Tendency is that you might fall asleep to him while he’s talking. What could he be saying, you ask? Well, he’s like to ask you about the time you shared together. “Did you enjoy yourself, my rose? Is there something you’d like to try?”

There’s something very vulnerable about Riddle in these brief moments before sleep. His eyes are hazy and filled with the need to be assured that you’re happy and satisfied with him. He wants to do his best for you--in all matters.

Jack Howl

Dirty Secret

One of the things he’s probably been keeping as a secret for the longest time would be… that the moment his body recognized his significant other as his one true mate, he’d had this insatiable need to breed and knot you.

It’s the wolf blood in him--most especially because his magic connects him to a wolf form too. His blood and magic recognizes you as the one he’s meant to be with and it will probably take everything in him not to claim you as his own by knotting you.

Experience

Due to his blood and his magic, he might have needed relief in the past--not one where he can get away with just touching himself. He might’ve just needed another person to be with and share that moment with. He’s pretty careful about it and extremely polite.

He’s also someone who has done his own research--knowing that his wolf features and magic most certainly has affected his sexual appetite. He’s someone who probably experiments enough to understand what he likes and isn’t afraid to take charge and ask you what you might expect from him as a partner. “Hey… don’t be shy, okay? I… I won’t judge you. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do my best for you.”

Goofy

His ears would press up against his head and his tail would stiffen in confusion. He doesn’t quite understand why you suddenly started joking or laughing. When you try to explain it to him, he just nods and may laugh a little awkwardly but it’s not something he’ll encourage.

It’s not something that he’ll stop you from doing if it’s what you want. He’ll try to crack a smile or even laugh for you if he thinks you’re waiting for his reaction--but it’s simply not his thing in bed.

Jack Off

To him, masturbation is honestly not the most relieving thing. He likely did it a lot to keep himself relieved when he can’t find partners or friends he can share a bed with.

He probably does it enough if only to keep himself and his need to have you pliant beneath him--at bay. With his insane stamina, he can go on for much longer than you can imagine--and that leads him to touching himself because he doesn’t want to exhaust you so badly--he doesn’t want to go overboard with you.

NO

He doesn’t have raw sex with just about anyone. Wolves mate for life, he won’t appreciate anyone pressuring him to do it. He doesn’t mean to be rude--it’s not that he wants to upset whoever his current partner is--he just has certain boundaries he refuses to cross.

Quickie

He doesn’t really appreciate quickies, much like how he doesn’t really appreciate masturbation. It doesn’t really give him much relief and might end up making him more frustrated than pleased. If his problem with masturbation is because it’s not you touching him--then his problem with quickies is that he needs you pressed completely up against him for a long time.

What he is pretty quick with, is how short his refractory period is. How can he not get turned on, with you spread out before him, looking like an absolute feast--ready to be devoured by your mate? He’s someone who will almost always drive you into overstimulation. “... You’re so beautiful… Let’s go again--please.”

Stamina

Not only is he a beastman, he’s also an athlete--and he has intense self-discipline to exercise everyday. Of course his stamina is off the roof and likely chance, given your own stamina--you’ll never properly know Jack’s limits.

He’s super mindful of your stamina too, so for the longest time, he’s someone who’ll be observant and ensure that the moment you show signs of fatigue he should be finishing up himself.

Toy

In connection with his want to breed and knot you, one of the things he’ll probably want to do is prepare you for his knot. He’ll likely get a dildo with an inflatable knot--probably in multiple sizes too.

Your comfort and capability to handle his knot is something that will concern him greatly and he’ll probably tease you with knotted dildos for weeks just so he can assure himself that this won’t hurt you. “Does that feel… good? That’s good… You’re doing so well…”

Unfair

Jack’s stamina is unfair. He probably never gets exhausted when fucking you--and he’s always so understanding to when you need him to slow down. He always tries to keep aware of you so he doesn’t tire you out and he does his best to resist being too rough with you.

Location

Locations don’t bother him as much. Especially since he’s pretty open to doing quickies. He’s gotten used to fucking or being fucked in semi-public locations. For him--it’s all about the convenience of the location.

He doesn’t necessarily dislike private locations though--he understands that there’s a certain difference in intimacy done on the bed--with you spread across the sheets. Perhaps he’ll grow to dislike to having sex in public with you--Ruggie’s quite the selfish person. If you’re going to make those faces and that noise--well, he’d rather not share it with anyone.

Quickie

For the longest time, Ruggie genuinely prefers quickies above all else. He doesn’t think he should waste too much time on sex, so quickies are just perfect for him. It’s a quick, easy way for him to destress--and it’s pretty convenient because, before you, he never really kept in contact with his partners.

Toy

As someone who usually just enjoyed quickies and probably would think to spend the money on something else--Ruggie isn’t the one who will introduce toys to you. Sure he knows they exist and sure he might not mind it much if you end up using them on him--but he generally thinks the money could be spent elsewhere.

He does enjoy figuring out ways to use everyday items as substitutes for toys. For example, he’ll love to tie your wrist above your head with his necktie--and you best bet Ruggie knows some particular knots you won’t be getting out of anytime soon.

Unfair

He does a fair amount of teasing as foreplay. He likes to hear how much you want or need him at that moment. It… helps boost his ego, if anything. His heart becomes filled and he gets light headed (almost drunk) once you profess how much you love him.

He’s also particularly unfair in how relentless he can get in bed. It could be because of how much stress he might have--or it could be because of how he feels he needs to prove to you how much he loves you in turn.

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