L o r d Sesshomaru (
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{Text; UN: bakusaiga}
How do you distinguish between Fae and Demons?
{Curiosity has gotten the better of him. The former doesn't exist in his world - as far as he is aware - but there are similarities.}
I am seeking a woman. I have been unable to track her, which tells me I might have been fooled.
{Someone must pay for that.}
{Curiosity has gotten the better of him. The former doesn't exist in his world - as far as he is aware - but there are similarities.}
I am seeking a woman. I have been unable to track her, which tells me I might have been fooled.
{Someone must pay for that.}
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Hello.}
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Welcome to my home.
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I have been here before.
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Oh? (( A curious brow arches. )) With Zhou Zishu?
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And before him, I had tea with the dragon.
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(( Wen Kexing sucks in a breath, leaving Sesshomaru to explore as he will. It's his understanding that the demon's interests don't usually tend toward men. The least he can do is welcome that rare interest. ))
Perhaps we should find someplace more private to talk.
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{Well he has had you once, Kexing. Your scent, your smile, the way you moved then had drawn him. Sesshomaru is more pliable than he originally guessed, but he has exactly zero experience with men.}
I will follow you. {His breath is hot against Kexing's ear and his hands smooth down the man's back.}
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Without a word, he begins to strip out of his robes, letting each layer fall into a pool of silk at his feet until his skin is bared to the other's gaze. There's nothing innately feminine about his body. There's lithe muscle beneath the robes, the tell-tale shape of a martial artist. He's tall and slim, but clearly strong. Where soft curves had been are harder contours and sharp angles. ))
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Not that architecture stays on his mind long. Sesshomaru tilts his head to watch Kexing disrobe, the spill of dark hair against pale skin making his heart beat quicker. So, male beauty can be equally captivating to him. A smirk curves his lips and he walks towards Kexing, running his fingers over those contours and angles.}
I saw a beauty walking in the moonlight and I wanted to be with her. Now I see the same beauty standing in a manor surrounded by flowers and I want to be with him.
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There is a little more work required to lay with a man than a woman.
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Show me. I am not afraid of work.
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Wen Kexing crouches to remove a vial of oil from his robes. Yes, he just carries that with him because he never knows when he might encounter one of his lovers. He holds the vial up and wiggles his hand. ))
This is used to slick the passage. I can show you or you can try it yourself.
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His eyes glow faintly as he focuses on that vial. What is that? He moves to Kexing, sniffing the vial when it is held out. Oil? Perfumed oil?}
I must do away with these. {Holding up a hand, he reveals his talons.} The oil won't make them softer. Show me where I must enter.
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Then he turns his back to Sesshomaru and sweeps the length of his hair over one shoulder. Without preamble, he climbs onto the unoccupied bed. He settles on his knees, legs parted wide, and reaches to hold his ass cheeks apart to expose his entrance. ))
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Yes, he had been right when he first saw him. Whether he wears the guise of a woman or stays as himself, Wen Kexing is a beauty. Walking forward, he first bends over the other man to kiss down his back. Now that he knows where the entrance lies, he urges Kexing to put his hands on the bed. It really would be a shame to forgo all foreplay, wouldn't it?}
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Go ahead. You'll only feel a little resistance.
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I've learned something new.
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Oh? What's that?
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{His arousal is clear, swollen between his legs as he prepares Kexing's entrance. A second finger slips in, pressed against the first, and he smiles slowly, darkly.}
I tasted you before. I will do so again.
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