#bonezcne

She'll flag the purple-haired shogun down with a gentle wave and soft smile, standing close to one of the stalls on the city's streets. An alluring scent was coming from where the miko was, stronger than all the others surrounding them- after all, it was a bustling city. Stalls like this were all over the place, but perhaps Yae noticed something special about this one.

She'd wait patiently until Ei was close enough, before the Kitsune would step forward, reaching both hands out to cover the other's eyes. "Keep your eyes closed... I promise I won't trick you...~"

Once Yae was certain that she would listen, she'd take a step back towards the stall to retrieve something- that lovely smell from before would grow closer and closer until it felt like it was tantalizingly close. With a tap on her lips, the miko would try to carefully coax Ei's mouth open- and as soon as she did?

Something astonishingly soft and sweet would ear her mouth, so fluffy and tasty that it might as well have dissolved on her tongue. If she opened her eyes, she would be greeted by the sight of Yae holding a plate with a small cake atop it, a slight tug as she pulled the spoon free of Ei's mouth.

"Well...~? You want more, don't you~? Say 'ahh'."

"Last time you said that... Inazuma gained an extra island." Still she kept her eyes closed, sighing grumpily at whatever prank this sly fox was planning. Even going so far as to use this sweet smell as a lure.

Damn you Miko, using her one weakness.

That taste, damn you. How dare something so sweet, so delicious to grace her tongue. Sending those shivers down her puppet's spine. Shogun silently screaming at all those empty calories. How villainous was this conniving fox, giving Ei something so delicious that it made her, a god feel shame for how sinfully delectable it is. Then slowly opening her eyes she saw the cake. The source of her pleasurable torment.

And worse above all was that damn smug look of satisfaction on Miko's face. It made Ei want to pull her down and kiss her. Yes, that would be the perfect revenge for later she mused.

"..."

"Ahaaa~! You're so soft, I think I'm sinking~!"

"Hm?" The clapping got his attention, the fox curiously tilting their head as they looked down at the other. He wasn't sure what they wanted, gesturing like that, but Akinari lowered himself down anyway. Ears perked up the moment their hand started patting his head, immediately becoming content with all the scritches he was getting.

A casual peek behind them, with a finger to their lips, would give enough of a look to let him know exactly what they were feeling.

"I hope you'll hold out...~"

Ah- Well, this was certainly unexpected. He's never exactly felt a tail brush across his body like this, much less one that belonged to someone else. His eyes naturally follow the tail, pausing on the behind that's obviously meant to entice him into following. Which he does, of course.

storm vc challenge accepted.

It's been back and forth between these two; Storm brushing their tails or hands against his skin every so often to work him up, draw him in further. All the while, he'd return the torment with a sly gust that left them feeling exposed, or the sultry exchange of words whispered into those soft, fluffy ears- he'd be able to see how they close their eyes and breathe in sharply when he'd touch their fur-covered parts.

There was nothing to be done when he started to play with their tails though. The moment he started to get a little rough toying with the foxy appendage, their ears curled back and the other extra limbs would stiffen sharply, all on time for them to gasp.

" A-Aahhn... "

Too late now. Ninigi would find himself at Storm's mercy, as those same limbs would start to encompass the two, hands on his chest gripping tightly onto his clothes, and the poor, riled fox looking up into his eyes with an intense need, their legs pressed together and shaking slightly.

" Ffff... fuck, I.. I need you.. I need you right now, please please please...~ "

@bonezcne || Unprompted

There's nothing wrong with living in the moment every once in a while. Life would be awfully boring if everything went according to plan afterall.

That kind of thinking is exactly how he got into this exchange. Was it pride stopping him from backing down or sheer curiosity of how far this game of teasing would escalate to? One could only assume it was the latter with the amount of enjoyment he took in their attempts. It surely was drawing him in like a moth to a flame, but they were a thousand years too young to make him a flustered mess that easily. On the contrary, he knows exactly how to get a kitsune going. Stormcaller wasn’t the first one he’s had the pleasure of meeting.

His gaze is filled with curiosity, careful to guage their reaction properly. A hand trails it's way along those sensitive tails they own. A firm carress through these fluffy treasures was enough to get them worked up surely, but even he hadn't expected for it to be instantly effective. A soft moan echoes out before he finds himself wrapped up in a prison of fluff, the burning desire becoming apparent with the tension.

Ah, it's such a cute reaction that he has to resist the urge to take them up on the spot. Instead there's a feign of ignorance to the situation, giving the champion a puzzled look. One would almost think it was believable as he tilts his head questioningly had it not been for the playful glint in his eyes. It's no fun to just delve right in after all.

There’s a moment of pondering, one hand reached up to toy with their ear. Being able to watch how squirm about from a simple touch is enough to rile himself up as well. Teasing them more and more seemed like a pleasant idea, but he supposes he should take responsibility for this rather than torturing the poor fox further.

     “Hmmm. There’s no way I’d pass up the opportunity if you’re going to be that needy. Now the, let’s see if we can do something about these pesky things you’ve got on.~”

A fight is what is sounded like it was being alluded towards. The prospect is even a little exciting, always down for a good tussle at the end of the day. It almost made up for the fact that he was broke. Almost. Expectations, however, often do measure up to the reality of things as he watches of clothes are stripped of in a smooth, swift manner.

A bat of the eye, followed by another as any and all fighting spirit manages to slip right out of him by this stunt. Eyes perhaps wander a little too much from the top of those pointed ears down to the tips of their toes. So this was how it was going to go then. Call it a premonition, but it doesn’t feel like this is going to wind-up as a fight at all. Let alone a fist-fight.

Still there’s one more thing to check then if that’s the case. The mage casually strolls a little bit closer, squatting down at their feet to... sniff their clothes? He... looks human enough so maybe he’s letting his freak flag fly freely now. Regardless, he nods as if that’s given him all the information he’s needed.

     “Fuck. Well I guess you’re not the culprit so feel free to strip I guess.” A slight grumble as he throws his hands back behind his head. Gears slowly turn, taking a few moments to catch his own slip-up before breaking out into a full frenzied panic!