I shall bear all your wonderful kisses with the utmost dignity. Which is to say, don't make it sound like a punishment and also I'll be at least slightly giddy.
My favorite kind of good time is when I can't walk for a while following. Luckily I can get everything I need from portals so do your worst.
fair point, that dignity is overrated and YOUre wonderful kissing you is also wonderful and thinking about kissing you n thinking about you in general ...
omg ok important q are u saying that for actual realsies like we should probs do a proper talk bout it anyway but 👀
idk yet! ive been living out in the segments sunwaning, solarpeak, or coldreach maybe
Wherever Macaque happens to be, whatever he happens to be doing ... he isn't doing it anymore, on account of Miyuni appearing out of nowhere to tackle and sit on him.
Her snoot is right there for the stroking! She even dips her head to make it easier for him, loafing down on top of him. ... Which has the super fun added bonus of blanketing him in full body vibrations, because she's rumbling away like a motorboat right now.
Snoot pets it is. And the vibrations are extremely pleasant.
"Good, then. Now I just have to pinch myself to make sure this incredible luck isn't a dream. And also to kiss you whenever your see fit to let me up."
"Who needs a pinch when you've got my teeth right here?" So saying, she gives his shoulder the gentlest of nips. It's more a tease of pressure than anything, if only because she doesn't want to tear holes in his clothes (without permission).
"Your teeth are better than any pinch, it's true." He looks delighted to be nipped at, and like he wouldn't mind if it was a harder bite, screw his clothes.
"I guess this is real. Which makes me the luckiest monkey there is, to wake up and see your face right away."
Miyuni rumbles a sound somewhere between purring laughter and the dawn chorus. Presses her teeth in deeper and holds there, hard enough to bruise without drawing blood, all while her tail swishes and wags and thumps against the floor.
It's almost a minute before she pulls back, just far enough that she can meet his eyes.
"Not half as lucky as I'd be if I got to call you my boyfriend. Myself your girlfriend. May I?"
He hums when her teeth dig in, an abbreviated version of the very revealing sound that tries to bubble up because hooboy have his mates trained him to react to biting.
Petting her when she pulls away, sritches and all, he looks at her in a soft way that borders on fawning, even before she speaks.
Goddamn, he is the luckiest being in Ellipsa.
"You absolutely may. Although I tend to use the word "mate" instead, habit and all, but either way." It's essentially the same thing, just in nonhuman terms.
Miyuni's pupils go big and round, the ever-present purr deepening to a nigh-ridiculous degree. Forget motorboat; it's like he's trapped beneath a massage chair on its highest setting.
"Mate."
Kick her straight in the instincts, why don't you. She wiggles a bit.
"Mate is good. Very, very good. Fantastic, bloody brilliant, yes, I'll be your mate and you'll be mine, an' not in the British slang-for-friend sense. Wow."
Her wiggling is fantastic, the best approval he could ask for. Macaque frees up both hands to pet her everywhere he can reach from his current position, buried in glorious, wriggling fur.
"I forgot that word has a casual definition in Britain. But yes, not that one. The one where I adore you and I'm committed to you, and you to me. The one where my nest becomes our nest whenever you're in it."
He has other mates, true, and he can imagine she'll still want to stay out in the wild sometimes, so it'll work out fine. The point is, she has an open invitation to stay as often as she likes.
"Being beneath you is an extremely pleasant experience, by the bye."
The more he pets her, the more he speaks, the more joyously wiggly she becomes. Also the more pancaked. There's no danger of him being crushed, but he is being extremely thoroughly squished.
She trills happily, momentarily setting aside the clumsiness of words in favour of song; here chirruping like a songbird, and there slipping into snippets of true song — warmth and delight and desire, the comfort of flopping into a welcome nest after a long day; the simple thrill of taking flight for no other reason than the joy of sharing it with a partner (a partner, a mate) she adores.
She nuzzles him, scattering cute lick-y kisses across his face, neck, and ears. Gently, of course, mindful as she always is of his sensitivity. "Hm? Ooh. You like it."
Good, because she has no plans to move or stop purring anytime soon. "You should tell me what else you like." Miyuni nudges his head to one side and focuses her attention on those pretty, pretty ears of his, tracing the shells with her tongue softly enough to tease.
All of her reactions are so good. A combination of sweet and silly and wonderful and musical that he can't deny makes him want to fawn. Instead he scritches her snoot and sighs into the licking.
...Sighs a little more heavily when she focuses on his ears.
"I like that," he breathes. "If you'll keep it up, you'll have me eating out of your hand in a minute." AKA if you don't want him real turned on, maybe don't. But if she does, he's all for it. It's not like it takes much from her.
"Can't think of anything I'd like better," she informs him, pleased as punch. "You sound like a dream. Always do, 'course, in all the best ways."
She'll take her time wrecking him. … Or maybe, she thinks — as she treats his gorgeous ears to fluttering flicks of her tongue here, and longer, slower drags there—she'll wreck him fast and take her time keeping him there. One or the other, or maybe both.
A brush of fang follows, deliberate, firm enough to tantalise yet gentle enough to avoid pain.
Macaque only notices the thumping tail because his ears are hyperfixated on everything she's doing, in every way that it's possible for ears to be. Her words, her heartbeat, her breathing, her tongue and her teeth.
His fingers curl in her fur as he less grooms than holds on, releasing a sigh that quickly turns into a moan. Melting into whatever sort of puddle she cares to form him into at an alarming rate.
(Why does everyone always go for his ears? It's the only shared habit that his mates have.) (Mate, she's his mate now. He can hardly believe his good fortune.)
"If I sound like a dream," he starts, having to pause after those words for some heavy breaths, "it's because you make me think I've wandered into one."
Let it never be said that he can't be a charming motherfucker even when he's underneath someone at at her mercy.
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My favorite kind of good time is when I can't walk for a while following. Luckily I can get everything I need from portals so do your worst.
Oh? Where are you thinking?
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dignity is overrated and YOUre wonderful
kissing you is also wonderful
and thinking about kissing you
n thinking about you in general ...
omg ok important q
are u saying that for actual realsies
like we should probs do a proper talk bout it anyway
but
👀
idk yet!
ive been living out in the segments
sunwaning, solarpeak, or coldreach maybe
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The feeling is very mutual. You should see the ridiculous smile I have on right now.
I'm saying that for real, yes. For my money, nothing is better than someone absolutely wrecking me. We can have a talk about that anytime you like.
If you wanted to, you could stay here while you find a place. Intermittently if you still want to roam a bit. You'd be more than welcome.
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SELF, DRAGON'D
SPACE, MAGIC'D
Wherever Macaque happens to be, whatever he happens to be doing ... he isn't doing it anymore, on account of Miyuni appearing out of nowhere to tackle and sit on him.
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"Hello, Miyuni. Thoughts on my offer?"
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"Yes. Very yes, big yes. Extremely yes."
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"Good, then. Now I just have to pinch myself to make sure this incredible luck isn't a dream. And also to kiss you whenever your see fit to let me up."
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"I guess this is real. Which makes me the luckiest monkey there is, to wake up and see your face right away."
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It's almost a minute before she pulls back, just far enough that she can meet his eyes.
"Not half as lucky as I'd be if I got to call you my boyfriend. Myself your girlfriend. May I?"
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Petting her when she pulls away, sritches and all, he looks at her in a soft way that borders on fawning, even before she speaks.
Goddamn, he is the luckiest being in Ellipsa.
"You absolutely may. Although I tend to use the word "mate" instead, habit and all, but either way." It's essentially the same thing, just in nonhuman terms.
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Well, then.
Miyuni's pupils go big and round, the ever-present purr deepening to a nigh-ridiculous degree. Forget motorboat; it's like he's trapped beneath a massage chair on its highest setting.
"Mate."
Kick her straight in the instincts, why don't you. She wiggles a bit.
"Mate is good. Very, very good. Fantastic, bloody brilliant, yes, I'll be your mate and you'll be mine, an' not in the British slang-for-friend sense. Wow."
Wiggles. Wiggles.
WIGGLES.
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"I forgot that word has a casual definition in Britain. But yes, not that one. The one where I adore you and I'm committed to you, and you to me. The one where my nest becomes our nest whenever you're in it."
He has other mates, true, and he can imagine she'll still want to stay out in the wild sometimes, so it'll work out fine. The point is, she has an open invitation to stay as often as she likes.
"Being beneath you is an extremely pleasant experience, by the bye."
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She trills happily, momentarily setting aside the clumsiness of words in favour of song; here chirruping like a songbird, and there slipping into snippets of true song — warmth and delight and desire, the comfort of flopping into a welcome nest after a long day; the simple thrill of taking flight for no other reason than the joy of sharing it with a partner (a partner, a mate) she adores.
She nuzzles him, scattering cute lick-y kisses across his face, neck, and ears. Gently, of course, mindful as she always is of his sensitivity. "Hm? Ooh. You like it."
Good, because she has no plans to move or stop purring anytime soon. "You should tell me what else you like." Miyuni nudges his head to one side and focuses her attention on those pretty, pretty ears of his, tracing the shells with her tongue softly enough to tease.
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...Sighs a little more heavily when she focuses on his ears.
"I like that," he breathes. "If you'll keep it up, you'll have me eating out of your hand in a minute." AKA if you don't want him real turned on, maybe don't. But if she does, he's all for it. It's not like it takes much from her.
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"Can't think of anything I'd like better," she informs him, pleased as punch. "You sound like a dream. Always do, 'course, in all the best ways."
She'll take her time wrecking him. … Or maybe, she thinks — as she treats his gorgeous ears to fluttering flicks of her tongue here, and longer, slower drags there—she'll wreck him fast and take her time keeping him there. One or the other, or maybe both.
A brush of fang follows, deliberate, firm enough to tantalise yet gentle enough to avoid pain.
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His fingers curl in her fur as he less grooms than holds on, releasing a sigh that quickly turns into a moan. Melting into whatever sort of puddle she cares to form him into at an alarming rate.
(Why does everyone always go for his ears? It's the only shared habit that his mates have.) (Mate, she's his mate now. He can hardly believe his good fortune.)
"If I sound like a dream," he starts, having to pause after those words for some heavy breaths, "it's because you make me think I've wandered into one."
Let it never be said that he can't be a charming motherfucker even when he's underneath someone at at her mercy.