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Marcus Aquila and Miloš

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

The first time Marcus saw this bean pole of a man try to boss around a hulking gladiator easily 5x his size.

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

Honestly I think these things just start compounding as time goes by. If it's not his cockiness, it's how intense he can look when he's concentrating (with his little eyebrows all scrunched up), how well he does with Marcus' kid siblings, or how incredibly expressive his eyes can be.

5. How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

I don't feel that it takes too terribly long for Marcus to realize ey care about Miloš.

A short time after they meet Lucio orchestrates a battle royale in The Coliseum. This of course creates a scenario in which Miloš, as the surgeon for the coliseum, can be overwhelmed with life threatening injuries to treat.A decade of working for Valdemar has allowed for Marcus to pick up a strange assortment of skills. This does include being able to stitch up an open wound, so ey jump in to assist Miloš.

The spur of the moment decision surprises both of them, but it make Marcus realize ey care about Miloš and his struggles.

10. What scares them about entering a relationship?

Marcus had a lot of misgivings about relationships in general before Miloš, entering a relationship with him specifically had it's own list of associated fears though. Such as; Am I going to go looking for him at some point and Lucio has decided to kill him?

Jinana and Heron QPP

(Most of these are withing the context of apprentice!Jinana.)

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

I'm not entirely sure. Maybe in the aftermath of something hurtful s/he might have said or done? Heron isn't typically given to the brood in solitude mode if given the option.

30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

Heron likes raw banana, but Jinana doesn't. S/he hates the texture.

33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

It would probably take targeted and intentional exclusion, over a decent period of time, in favor of someone Heron didn't approve of.

34. Under what circumstances would they feel protective?

Heron gets protective of Jinana when s/he starts to get overwhelmed. Lots of external stimuli at once can be too much for hir and he'll shoo people off and try to help hir get out of the area.

Heron and Ell'iandyr

(All this is in relation to Heron and non-apprentice!Ell'iandyr, so some of this is speculation. The rp isn't quite this far yet.)

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

Heron likely always found Ell'iandyr to be attractive behind that layer of anxiety. They didn't really speak in more than a professional way for quite some time though, as Heron isn't one to push his presence on someone who doesn't appear to want it.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

When Heron asked about what kind of hobbies Ell'iandyr has and they lit up at the suggestion of reading. It might have been a platonic thing at the time, but that enthusiastic reaction will stick with Heron.

5. How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

It probably does take Heron a little while, since he starts from a place of relative caution. He feels he got off on the wrong foot with Ell'iandyr and crossed a boundary inadvertently through initiating contact by kissing their hand.

S/he is always the one in control when it comes to matters of the bedroom, and he would not have it any other way. S/he enjoys it when he is uninhibited; where others have admonished him for being too loud or too demonstrative, too needy afterward (too much), s/he encourages him and comforts him. Though s/he is quiet by comparison, he loves to hear the soft little pleasure-sounds that s/he makes, the low throaty cries that herald hir climax.

But what Julian loves most of all are the times when he can cause that control to break, ever so briefly; when the spasms of pleasure shake Jinana’s body so strongly that hir sounds become wrenching, or even disappear entirely, hir head thrown back and hir mouth open on long, silent cries of ecstasy.

The game they are playing tonight is one of denial. He is not allowed to touch himself, or to rub himself against hir or the bedding. Sometimes when they do this, Jinana will simply pleasure hirself and make him watch, his mouth gone dry and his cock aching with frustrated desire as he stands bound to the bedframe. Only occasionally will s/he grace him with a touch or a kiss, until finally s/he deigns to take him to an explosive completion. Other times, like tonight, s/he will command him to please hir in various ways, while his own pleasure must wait.

Jinana wants him to have the use of his hands, so he is not bound tonight… but he is wearing a leather collar (and nothing else), attached to a little leash s/he holds in hir hand as s/he reclines comfortably on the pillows. A light tug on it summons him to hir, and s/he wraps the leash around hir hand as he advances, crawling up over hir nude body so that s/he can kiss him. S/he sinks hir teeth into his lower lip with a sharp, sweet little bloom of pain.

S/he is lenient tonight, relaxing hir hold on the leash, giving him free rein over hir body - at least with his hands and mouth. He presses soft kisses to the side of hir neck, hir shoulder, while one of his hands skims over the curve of hir hip, the indent of hir waist. He cups a small breast in his palm, lets his fingertips find the nipple so that he can gently roll it between them, pinching lightly at its tip, the same way he has seen hir do it. Jinana arches slightly under him, and the leash tightens a little, guiding him to use his mouth here, too. Obligingly, he takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at it, working his tongue over it, until hir body is undulating slowly against the bed.

He lifts his head, finding hir dark eyes upon him, and s/he smiles. Hir cheeks are lightly flushed with hir arousal, and s/he slackens the lead in hir hand to allow him to move down hir body. Julian places a kiss between hir breasts, over hir heart, continuing all the way down to hir navel. He follows the little trail of hairs that begins just beneath, to where it flowers out and hides hir sex from his view.

Jinana permits him to ease hir legs apart, and he kisses his way up hir inner thighs, using his hands to spread hir open for him. He dips his head to brush his lips over hir, running his tongue out to caress hir in slow, lazy strokes. His fingertips find hir to be quite ready, the petals of hir swollen and slick with hir own need.

Julian glances up at hir, over the landscape of hir body. “May I use my fingers, darling?” he asks, and s/he nods.

“You may.”

He always asks before penetrating hir, if s/he has not urged him to do so hirself. He wets two of his fingers in his mouth, pushing them inside of hir with care. At first, he simply keeps them there, filling hir while he flicks his tongue lightly over hir clit, sucking very gently at it. But as hir body starts to demand more, hir inner muscles gripping his fingers, he starts moving them in time.

When s/he starts making those familiar little sounds of hir enjoyment, he pushes just a little deeper - his fingers are very long, after all, and s/he is not large. He knows he’s found his target when he curls his fingers slightly and Jinana goes briefly rigid under him, gasping in hir breath.

“Oh! Yes, darling, right there, just like that -” S/he cuts hirself off with a little cry as he increases the movement of his fingers, his tongue working more firmly at hir clit. “Oh, fuck… Ilya!”

Julian groans, the trigger of his given name making heat race through him with startling intensity. But he keeps at what he’s doing, resisting the urge to rub his almost painfully-hard cock against hir or the bed.

Jinana’s hands are barely holding on to the leash at all now, grasping at the air, clawing at the sheets as he redoubles his efforts. It seems to take the power of speech from hir entirely, reducing hir to incoherent noises as hir hips raise themselves to him over and over. Julian slips his free arm beneath hir, steadying hir as he continues on. He could hold hir down, and easily at that... but he does not dare.

But he’s got hir panting now, hir body trembling as s/he makes a mewling sound he’s never heard from hir before - and then the orgasm takes hir, hir inner muscles first fluttering, then clamping down hard on his fingers. The sounds s/he makes are like harsh little sobs, music to his ears.

He takes hir as far as he possibly can, not letting up until hir body starts to calm, the tenor of hir cries changing to something softer, slowing. He eases hir down though a few small aftershocks of pleasure, until s/he is utterly relaxed against the bed. Then, and only then, does he slip his fingers from hir, raining more kisses over hir sex and hir inner thighs, working his way back up hir belly.

Jinana’s fingers fumble after the leash, finding and tightening it again, bringing him up for long, lazy kisses.

“Was it good?” he asks, though he doesn’t really need to.

“Mmmm, very good.” S/he chuckles. “Give me a moment to be able to feel my legs again, and you can have a little treat. I think you’ve earned it.”

The praise kindles a warmth in him, as it always does, less urgent but more satisfying than his lust. Julian rests his head against hir chest while s/he recovers, until hir breathing slows once more, and s/he stirs beneath him.

“Here, darling.” Jinana releases the leash from the collar, setting it aside. “Sit up for me.” He obeys, as he always obeys. S/he, too, sits up from hir relaxed pose, bending to wet his cock down with hir mouth. Again he must hold himself back, trembling, refraining from trying to push into hir mouth or rub against hir lips.

Jinana rises up, turning hir back to him, and excitement leaps through him. Will s/he really let him have hir like this?

S/he looks back at him over hir shoulder, arching a brow. “Move carefully, sweetheart,” s/he tells him, lifting hirself up so that he can reach hir, and he takes hold of hir hips, lifting hir further.

“Of course, my love.” He is always careful, but penetrating hir from behind lets him go deeply enough to hurt hir if he is incautious, and that is the last thing he wants to do.

Jinana moans softly as he starts to push into hir, and he answers with a whispered curse as the tight, slick heat of hir encloses him. He wraps his arms around hir, shuddering as he reaches the limit inside of hir.

“Let me do it for you again, darling. I love feeling you come on my cock.” It won’t be easy to hold back… but it will be worth it. At hir assent, he slides one of his hands down hir belly, fingers seeking hir out again, massaging hir just above where they are joined. The other hand teases at hir nipples, and the way s/he squeezes down on him makes him groan in hir ear.

It’s a delicate balance, moving with slow and shallow strokes, just enough for hir pleasure, while keeping himself back from the edge. While his hands are busy, his lips deliver kisses to hir neck and shoulder, and low murmurs to hir ear. This is the only time he can say what he feels, in the passion of the moment, without immediately mortifying or frightening himself. There’s no elegance to it, no poetry or drama, just mumbled breathless words that seek to convey the chest-aching, overwhelming emotion that grips him at these times, their bodies striving to be one thing, however temporarily.

He sits back on his heels, bringing hir with him so that hir head rests back against his shoulder, continuing to touch hir. S/he turns to meet him as he moves to kiss hir, his tongue pushing into hir mouth as if to fill hir with as much of himself as he can.

Primed by the first orgasm, the second is not far behind. As soon as he hears the tenor of hir sounds change, the tension suddenly increasing in hir body, he lets himself thrust into hir quickly, as deeply as he can without hurting hir. Their voices rise together, but Jinana gets there first, hir back arching, hir nails digging into his thighs as it takes hir over again. He can’t hold out long, not with hir inner muscles contracting so strongly around his cock. He follows hir into oblivion, muffling his own cries and groans against hir skin as he clutches hir fervently to his own body.

When he has his wits back, he finds Jinana slumped against his chest like a loose-limbed doll, their skin mutually sweaty where they touch, the both of them catching their breath. Julian carefully rolls them both onto one side, still joined, and curls himself around hir. S/he allows this because s/he knows that he needs it, that it helps alleviate the curious low that so often comes for him after the high of orgasm. He kisses the back of hir neck tenderly, and s/he cradles his hands to hir chest, over hir heart, so that he can feel the rapid beats gradually slowing as they rest.