#cha.ingo

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Emmet can be an absolutely awful tease. Could even just leave you hanging for a day if you let him get away with. It ties back a little into the public sex stuff, where he’d enjoy doing something like making you walk around with a toy inside you… And making sure to keep an eye on you so that you don’t actually get to cum. He’ll keep you needy all day until you crack and go beg him for some attention, which he may or may not give depending on how he feels. So, yes, in short, a very big tease.

Ingo

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ingo has had sex a couple of times, but he’s found that he doesn’t really enjoy casual sex all that much. He’s been so busy with his job and improving as a trainer that he hasn’t had much time for a long-term relationship either. That does translate him into not being all that experienced. However, that doesn’t mean he’s not eager to learn. At some point in your relationship he’s starting to do genuine research into what might be able to make you feel the best… And, in a roundabout way, because he’s a little embarrassed, he’ll start to ask after your preferences.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This might be obvious, but Ingo is noisy during sex. There’s absolutely no way you can have a little fun with him in even a semi-public space (like his office) without anyone nearby being able to hear. You’re lucky if you don’t get noise complaints from neighbours. He just can’t help it! Ingo moans a lot and has a tendency to ramble during sex, consistently losing his train of thought about halfway through what he was saying. If you want him to quiet down, you’re actually going to have to gag him. Even then, his lips will start to move around whatever’s in his mouth as soon as he loses his focus and forgets that he’s supposed to be quiet.

Volo

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Volo never fails to cum inside of you. If you’re able to get pregnant, Volo is a little obsessed with cumming inside of you. There’s not much of the way of contraceptives in Hisui, other than simply pulling out. But Volo, most of the time, doesn’t even do that much. Oh, he’ll pretend that it’s a mistake and that it hadn’t been on purpose, but the reality is that it absolutely is. He’s interested in a child more for the sake of carrying on his bloodline, the ancient people of who there are so little left, and the way you’ll be more dependent on him during pregnancy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

They really would be opposites when it comes to feeding!!

Emmet is direct about when needing to feed, and is not afraid of asking. He sees this merely as his way of surviving, and there's nothing for him to feel guilty about- It's all consensual, after all. He is, honestly, greedy, and likes to get a bit messy on purpose, purely because he enjoys it! He loves feeling your blood run down the sides of his mouth, the heat dripping down his chin... Though he'll always ensure the amount that gets 'wasted' is never too much. He jumps on the opportunity to make it sexual, and would think having sex while drinking enhances the flavour.

I've always really liked the idea of Reader being a younger sibling of them! And the whole twin telepathy thing, you've hit the nail right on the head for me as well… I always kind of like the internal conflict of sibling!Reader seeing how close they are, how they can seemingly understand each other without words, and how they wish that they could have something like that for themselves… But knowing that it's not something achievable. Because while Ingo and Emmet understand you better than most people, it's still not the same.

Perhaps this desire for closeness got twisted somewhere along the way, and that's how everything ended up like this. You felt desire for, and later, a feeling of satisfaction in sharing something with Emmet that he didn't with Ingo, as far as you knew, at least.

Still, it probably happened in some kind of drunken state of mind, because to make the first move on your brother takes a special kind of courage. I think that Emmet would very enthusiastically reciprocate, honestly. With this kind of dynamic, I really enjoy the idea that they've all just been secretly pining for each other for years.

Ingo is the one who has always felt the guiltiest about it, and the most disgusting. He's also the one that thought about you the most often. Even though he's seen you the first time, and left without you noticing, he watched for far, far too long instead of stopping you.

When you and Emmet try to convince him to join, Ingo freezes up entirely. The words that usually flow so readily from his lips have dried up entirely. The part of him that hopes that this is a dream, and that it's not, clash with equal powers. He knows he's kind of standing at a point of no return.

His silence, combined with the expression that's unreadable, even for you, someone who knows him so long, is somewhat terrifying. You shoot Emmet a nervous glance, but he seems unconcerned. He was the one who told you it was definitely okay to do this, after all.

And yet… With your lips still slick with Emmet's spit, you ask: "You… Don't think I'm disgusting for this, do you? You don't hate me?"

Ingo was a total workaholic back in Unova and, honestly, still is. (Though the reasons behind this have shifted as he was thrown back into the past.) Because of that, he doesn’t have much experience in the way of relationships, even less when it comes to sex. Long story short: Ingo is either a virgin, or his lack of practice combined with memory loss might as well make him one. He jacks off a lot more often than you might expect, though. He’s often so tired and tense, it’s an easy way to get his mind off of things.

You wouldn’t be able to tell if he wanted to have sex with you or not, because he just... Wouldn’t tell you. You could be the object of his fantasies every night and his face would never betray a thing. All his tells are subtle, but he gains a tendency of tugging on the brim of his hat so he doesn’t have to look you in the eye. It doesn’t help that, unless you’re direct, flirting tends to not register to him. You have to tell him if you want anything, because Ingo’s assumption will always be that you don’t. Even if just hugging you makes him feel... Strange... He’ll keep it hidden from you as best as he can. 

You’ll never see him as expressive as while you’re touching him. He just melts. Whenever he cums from your touch, he tears up. Ingo hasn’t gotten all that much physical affection in literal years, and he’s sensitive, shuddering at every little thing. He loves just having your hands on him, or your arms around him. It’s all overwhelming to him, but not in a bad way. Though he’s definitely the type who can cum near untouched, just from having you in his lap and making out or something similar.

This man is loud. Ingo already has trouble with volume control in his daily life, but he makes so much noise during sex that he even notices himself. It’s nothing coheren, mostly moans and whines, with the occasional choppy sentence in between. Ingo loses his train of thought before he can finish any of them. He’s honestly thankful if you stuff your fingers in his mouth. It’s one of the few things that genuinely embarrass him. At least you can always tell when he’s enjoying himself!

Ingo’s not into anything particularly ‘out there’. He’d be just fine with letting you take the lead and, even if you don’t, he’ll still be more into giving pleasure than receiving. (At the very least, he makes sure you get off an equal amount of times!) It’s really nice to him that he’s making you feel good. So much so that you might need to tell him to stop to keep from overstimulating you. Though your first time together will have a lot of fumbling around on his part, it’s not for a lack of trying. Ingo listens eagerly to whatever you tell him to do. He’s willing to go along with quite a lot if you bring it up to him, but he doesn’t want to cause you any pain. It’s simply not appealing to him. 

Ingo feels rather terrible.

While he does spend most of his time in Jubilife Village at this point, he needs to return to his Lady Sneasler regularly. To check up on the area. That’s a warden’s job, and he takes any task given to him seriously. You'd offered to take accompany him back to Mount Coronet. He knows he should've denied you, that it was a disaster waiting to happen, but... Ingo wished for your company, for you to board together. He always does, really. After spending so much time together, he wonders if you’ve figured him out, however, he knows his expressions can be inscrutable.

He reigned in his logic, denied that this would be anything except safe boarding, and told you he'd be grateful for your company. His worries were true, though. You walk close next to him, your scent clouding his mind (which, in all honesty, might all be in his head), your hand brushing against his and setting his skin alight. It’s enough already for his brain to wander into worse territory. Your presence is unbearable in the best way possible. His pace falls behind yours as he frets, and his eyes lower just a little too much. It’s just a little glance, but- Ah, he truly is hopeless, isn't he? You deserve better. Not a man with half a memory, half a soul. Someone with more decency, too.

“You alright, Ingo?” Your mere voice derails his heart, making it flutter in his chest. Especially when it’s his name rolling off your tongue. (And he tains every innocent action in equal measure. How would you whimper, how would you moan out his name instead?) “I don’t... Feel like you’re being your usual self, if that makes sense? You’re zoning out a lot. And-” You let out a slightly stilted laugh. “It’s like you’re looking straight through me.”

“Please excuse my behaviour, I never meant to cause you any concern!” He hugs his coat closer around his body, fingers fiddling with the frayed edges. “I will admit, though, that my mind has been getting off track lately. Would you mind taking a temporary stop here? Night is nearing either way, and we shouldn’t be caught outside.”

Your expression shifts into a soft smile. “Of course that’s fine. This is your trip. I’m just along for the ride! I’ll set everything up for you, don’t worry.” Your gaze wanders away from him, already looking around for a nice spot to put the tent. “I still have some food, but some sweet berries after would be nice... Think you can find some? Don’t push yourself, though.” He nods. Ingo feels a pang of guilt every time you insist he take it easy, but he can’t exactly tell you the truth behind his behaviour. 

This is the perfect escape he needed. If he had to share a tent to you, though he would never even entertain the thought of touching you without permission, it would be very awkward for him indeed. He needs to... Take some of the pressure off. It’s either this, or the real possibility of you noticing he’s hard half the time while talking to you. Ingo leans against a tree some ways away, semi-obscured with bushes surrounding him. Most importantly: It’s clear from all Pokemon. He thinks it’s far enough away from you, though he isn’t sure exactly how far he wandered.

Ingo doesn’t waste time, immediately fumbling pants and tugging off his underwear. They’re soaked with precum. Every brush of fabric agains this dick has him shuddering, and he hisses in relief as soon as he wraps his fist around his cock. Though he’s usually happy with his coat, he’s sweating so much underneath it right now. He can’t be bothered taking it off right now. His eyes squeezed shut, he imagines himself being anywhere but here. Images of you flood his mind, all it could be. You’re the only one he’s ever felt such strong desire for as long as he can remember, and he can only ask himself whether you’re the first or not.

(He wants to make you feel so good so badly. It wouldn’t even matter whether he got off himself, as long as he was touching you. Ingo wants to figure out what gets you the most excited, to leave you a shaking, shuddering mess. Have you ever done this before? He has no clue, he would never dare to ask, but imagining himself as your first gets to him, just a little. Exploring your body at the same pace, figuring things out together, wouldn’t that be wonderful? To guide you, gentle and slow, to have your eyes on him-Would you sit on his face if he asked...?)

Ingo’s so excited, his head so full, that he can’t focus on one fantasy or the other. They all flash through his mind. Your name is all that manages to slip from his lips, the only legible thing at least, the rest all moans and whines. If not closer to sobs. His hand is entirely slick with precum. He pretends it isn’t his palm, roughened and scarred, but they're yours- Ingo moans your name. Loud. Embarrassingly loud, even, and he stuffs his knuckles in his mouth, biting down. He's not going to last long.

There’s the rustling of bushes, and he freezes. Ingo can’t imagine a much worse fate than getting mauled by a Pokemon, dick still in hand. It’s worse. It’s you. You look so concerned. He’s curled up, so you can’t quite see what he’s doing- He probably looks like he’s in pain. His ears are ringing so loudly he can’t actually make out what you’re saying, but the ‘are you alright’ is obvious in the way your lips move. Had he been taking too long, had he been too loud?

Scenting is a bit of a Thing to both of them, neither enjoy smelling other people on you much. After not seeing you for a while, Emmet will pull you close and rub his face against the side of your head- You were losing his scent! That’s no good. Other people will know to leave you alone if you smell like him.

Ingo is a bit more reserved about it and asks, usually a simple ‘may I?’. He takes your hand and presses it against the side of his face, nuzzling into it for a moment. You’ll hear a deep rumble from his chest if you offer your hand to him, without him having to ask.

Emmet looooves playfighting, and you might find yourself pounced on if he’s in a particularly playful mood. He just thinks it’s fun, and he often gets the urge for ‘sneak attacks’ on things. If you indulge him, you’ll probably end up knocking into quite a few pieces of furniture because he will not hesitate to knock you over.

This is what he’d consider just about the most embarrassing of his feline tendencies, but Ingo gets the urge to groom you quite often. Which comes down to... Well, licking your skin, just in general. He wouldn’t bring it up on his own, but you might catch him staring rather intensely at you sometimes. Both Ingo and Emmet’s tongues are rougher than a human’s.

Ingo being a closet pokephile but just being absolutely wracked with guilt over it... As a Ghost type, you can constantly sense the negative emotions flowing off of him. It’s a great source for food, so it makes you stick even closer to him. Ingo doesn’t have the heart to send you away either. He’s told you what a terrible person he is, he’s apologized, all the while thinking you don’t understand a word he says. But you do. You’ve caught him asleep at his desk once too, and consumed his dream. It was about you.