#❝ lemon slices and burning iron — ❞(k’in)

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continued from here x @abyssaldespair​

K'in swings their entwined hands as they walk. Enjoying the surroundings, regardless of how monotone and chilling it is. Obito is enjoying it and that's enough for it to bleed into them. Though they do want to know what he means by ‘telling them which water to drink.’

They had an inkling from his curse and magic abilities already that some things are indeed not to be digested senselessly but down to the water?

They'll ask him about it when they arrive at his home. Settled and resting because knowing them, they'll want him to explain the nitty-gritty of what he knows.

In their musing, the heir almost misses the hulking creature entirely. Comfortable enough to forgo awareness with faith in the dark mage. Stopping a half-step before Obito’s arm is restricting them. K’in stares between the insect-like beast and Obito. Trying to read the exchanging looks.

A heavy sigh leaves as Obito belly-laughs. Their apprehension seeping out of them with the air. K’in perks back up when Obito introduces them. His lover. They hold the title proudly; chest puffed and ears tilted high.

The exchange is endearing but K’in’s admiring was cut short when Obito encouraged them. K’in looks up and waves warily. “Hi there! Uhm-how are ya?”

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@distopea​ said; 

A light chuckle escaped his lips when he saw how they just frowned so hard trying to read the book that was opened onto his desk. “You’re trying to read the latin version. You can translate it with Terminator.” He said before he dragged the book closer to him, and closed it. They weren’t interested in astronomy, and he wasn’t there to give them a lesson either. That was a side of Astra they didn’t know, and perhaps one he would keep for himself. Yet, as he didn’t wish for them to feel pushed away, he decided to give them a proper explanation. “It’s the line on the Moon or a planet that divides the bright, sunlit part from the part in shadow. People who appreciate astronomy tend to like observing that phenomenon through a telescope.”

He observed them and wondered if it was making sense in their head. But then, he decided to shrug it off and extended his fingers. “Do you have the information I need from your father?” He inquired while he skirted the desk and sat down. He had requested K’in to find a few clients' names inside the Astoria’s files. Of course, it was only to gain precious information. “I’m sure you did a good job. I have total faith in your capacity, K’in.” He purred, but only to encourage them to betray their family a bit more.

Their concentration on the foreign words were just to fill their mind as they waited for him. K'in allowing themself opportunity to be left alone with their thoughts always left them with unwanted thoughts. It’s worse when they’re around him, alarms ring when they’re in the same room but it makes no sense. Warnings flash and they ignore them wilfully-they hold no truth anyway. 

Why would he waste time rather than just do it now. Like everyone else. 

So instead they fill their mind with anything in reach. Even a language they have not even an inkling of knowledge of. They blink when the book is taken. Watching quick hands close it before rushing upwards to meet his face. Their left in shock, as they usually are, but try to cover it up by nodding to his words. 

“Ah, stars. You like them?” Should they get him a gift related to it? Would he need one? As a student to teacher gift, obviously.

At his subject change their head tilts. Their hands turn them around to where they left their bag. On one of the chairs in his office, he said to get comfortable earlier. 

With bag in hand and needed list, K’in settles again in front of the desk. They’ve never been more thankful that their father had no qualms with them working so closely within his office. It made compiling the list quite easy. The list wasn’t long but it was vital. Most of the names were recurring clients of their ‘family’. Underneath each name was what they’re order/needs etc were. 

They thought it would be important to add. Helpful. 

They were being helpful.

“Here! The list. I added some notes too.” They grin, proud to be able to give him what he expected and maybe more. Their nails tap against the desk as they slide over the paper.

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@cantuscorvi said;

‘ straighten your posture. ’ ( stolen from your meme tag, for K'in ! )

They regret this. So much. Their hair is sticking to their forehead and back. Leaving their skin itchy and them irritated.

It makes no sense that they're this worn out and all that. he's been doing is picking at their posture for the past hour. A minute slouch and he's clearing his throat, they can feel his stare at the back of their head.

They shudder and straighten. Shoulders roll as they get comfortable in the foreign position. Giving the man a side eye, pencil tapping on the page of their sketch book.

"Okay! Mr. Cardboard don't you have papers to be reading? Reading glasses to be looking for? What does me and my bad posture have that irritates you?"

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@distopea​ said; 

“Mmh, did I tell you to stop? You read the same line twice.”

Astra lifted his chin up, his lips gleaming with their most intimate fluid, their thighs spread for him. They were holding the same book for more than twenty minutes. It was a very complicated reading - an astrophysical book regarding dark theories about nebulas from another galaxy. It was more than normal that K’in couldn’t even understand one sentence, but he was playing with that on purpose. With predator eyes, he observed them. They seemed to be slowly losing control.

“Read it again. Louder. Don’t mumble your words or you’ll start all over again.” He ordered while two of his fingers parted their lips, the flat part of his tongue attacking their swollen clit once more. He was eating them out for a long time now, each time stopping so they wouldn’t come too quickly. K’in’s voice began to echo again and Astra smirked, using his coated finger to brush their ring of muscles, down their wet entrance. “Don’t stop.” He whispered again while two digits entered her split, the other one still circling her bottom part, before he pushed his knuckle in. He loved the way they moaned.

“K’in.” He looked up again, their legs quivering dangerously. His voice was severe. “You fucked it up again.” He licked his lips and nibbed her inner thigh, leaving a mark there, thrusting his fingers with an agonizing pace. “I’m really going to fuck you in the ass tonight if you keep missing your words. I won’t be gentle with you.” He moved his fingers again, kissed their thighs. “Maybe you want that… You never have been fucked back there?” It was arousing. “If you come right now… I’m going to put it in.” He licked her clit again, this time with a more vigorous pace. He wondered if they would lose control for good, or on the contrary, if they would be able to delay the inevitable.

This was the definition of unfair. Every definition of the word was in play here. This..challenge was unfair in its essence. They refuse to call it a lesson. This teaches nothing but torture and less mercy than the word merciless could ever hope to describe.

K'in is sure that the pages of the cursed book were wrinkled from the way their thumb in pressing into it. Their eyes are blurry, unseeing even with the words dancing across their vision. A breath is sucked in when Astra pulls away from them to scold.

The book was one of his, they don't care much for the stars aside from their images. Said book rests on their nose bridge as they take back the breath he stole from them. Their lips tremble when he demands them try again. If they mess up again it'd be the third time they've started over.

They tried. Brows furrowed even more than before in their haste to make the words make sense. It starts off fine. A lot shaky and they know that punctuations are being ignored. Though they try, when Astra plays with them so carelessly, as though for his enjoyment alone, they eat the next sentence in its entirety. Their knees touch when their body tenses at his intrusion.

The warbled noise escapes them before they even know the. book is slipping from their grip. Every thrust of his fingers earned him a quiet noise. Almost excusable as a huff but it turns whiney at the end. "I'm so—ry. It is- is very hard."

An apology for his troubles albeit they aren't sure if it came out the way it's supposed to. Every touch of his lips makes K'in shudder. At his question, they shake their head stiffly. Too focused on trying to focus. They haven't and they haven't really thought of it otherwise.

Maybe..? They trust him, he seems to know what he's doing.

Whatever merciless god they had been pleading with heard them. He states his conditions, his impossible to hold on to terms before he starts on them. Their hands grab at his hair, pushing as they cry.

Tears fall and they try to shift away from him, "No, no no no. Please, Astra I can't— can't hold it! Sir pleasepleasepleaseplease—"

They babble as their thighs squeeze around his head. Fists tightening around blonde strands as they shake, " 'Sorry. Sorry, couldn't hold it anymore. Unfair..so mean." Words trail off as they convulse, eyes cross when they try to open them.

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@regensia said;

" i thought i told you to stay put?! " ( the best frenemies! )

K'in rubbed their elbow as they squinted at Vital. Trying to figure out if he looks as bloody as they see him or their vision is just spotty. Taking something to the head does that, they think. They haven't been on the receiving end of it in a while.

Well.. not that hard.

"I thought I told you that it wasn't happening? Before..you left." They wince and thumb at their head, it hurts but it's do-able. For now. They never stay do-anything when their own blood is around and they can feel it on their hands.

They whine, pouting and amble over to him. "Can you imagine shouting at someone when they've just gotten a head injury? Whoever does that is a bitch."

They make eye contact when they finish and lean onto him, not much but he seems annoyed so it'll do.

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@astra-stellaris asked —

[ ❝Mind sharing an orange with me? I've brought some cherries!❞ ]

A sunny day, rare chance of clouds; perfect weather for an impromptu picnic. K’in lays out an old blanket and plobs down their basket of citrus and other preserved fruits.

Setting everything out before them. Plate of freshly sliced oranges right at their knee when a voice calls them.

“Hm-?” They perk up at the offer. Noting that cherries aren't anywhere in their layout of snacks. “Yeah, sure! I'll share if you do.”

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@calamxty asked —

[ How do you speak about others when they’re not around? ]

“The same way I talk about them when they're around.”

K’in simply shrugs. Twirling a strand of hair around their finger. “Why waste the effort of pretending just to drop it when they're out of earshot? I prefer honesty; from myself and others.”

They're their father’s child.

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@astra-stellaris said;

[ ― Going out with her friends was something that Astra usually didn't do. She hated it. She liked them, sure, but she wasn't that close to them and it was very, very annoying when all she wanted to do was experience life and do the things that she wanted. Like go to the beach, or go hiking, or -- play piano, but this was something that she had to agree to. There wasn't any getting out of it. Not at all.

She dressed up very nice -- a dress, red in color, made of satin and silk.

It was inevitable that she was left alone while they danced out with the people while she sat at the bar, watching over their drinks. She was a very good friend, she decided. They wouldn't know what to do without her.

When one of them returned she went out to dance. She wanted to at least try. And she was very beautiful. Someone would be interested enough to, at the very least. There were a few that she danced with and then turned away -- whether due to wandering hands or just the way they seemed to look at her-- well, she didn't exactly feel appreciated when they stared at her breasts the entire time, or tried to put their hands under it's hem.

And each time she turned red and disappeared until she was comfortable again. How -- how did her friends even like this? ― ]

It was a typical scene for K'in. Buzzing warmth in their gut from the drink their nursing, settled in a corner by the bar. Watching the sea of dancing bodies with quiet glee.

Brought here by his friends, then banished back to the bar cause they're ‘stealing all the attention’. They'd defend themself and say it's not on purpose. However, they've never been one to lie. Especially when the rewards for honesty are flirty looks and giggles.

Though their take their punishment with grace. Loving the excuse to sit and admire their new infatuation. Pretty lady in beautiful red. Hair lush and flowly down her back, hiding her figure from wandering eyes.

Luckily, their imagination is very active.

K'in watches as she goes into the crowd and returns with an enticing flush . They are delighted by her expressions as she speaks with her friends. Pretty hands around a glass of something, they wonder if it's a strong drink or something sweet.

K'in sees her get up again—they mirror her. A night of staring should at least end with them knowing her name. Something to roll over their tongue like hard candy and stick into molars.

They set a brisk pace. Catching the tail end of her dress as they slip in. Right behind her, a tad breathless to be so close to her —she smells amazing. Goofy grin that almost everyone calls charming settles on their face.

“Oh, hi there!” Simple coincidence, they just happend to be behind her, respectable distance and their hands up by their shoulders.

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚏?

Stardust & Math

You believe that the greatest strength anyone can have is a level head, and that no amount of brawn can outlevel a well rounded mind. There is no rest for the wicked, so there is no rest for you. Your mind is a place of constant creation, there are always problems to solve. If you want something right, do it yourself. While there is some truth to your rhetoric, there is also value in emotional intelligence. Don't forget to let yourself indulge in such a thing. Likewise, don't forget to make connections. You're clever, but no amount of thinking will substitute true connection, dear.

tagged by; @calamxty

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k’in is looking for their father. they are equipped with blood-pops and ready to give him a therapeutic moment of applying clips to his hair. someone please send him their way, they are worried.

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@calamxty said:

‘ black and white , i am the one at fault ’ /for whoever you like!

“Maybe so but what side do you stand on? What defines the black and what the white? How are you so sure? Why must you always be so self hating, father.”

In their anger— maybe it's desperation— K'in's speech is formal. Unlike their short cutter words and sped through sentences these are spoken slowly, articulated. It's done so they don't mess up and stutter. That'll just make them even more angry and that would do no good.

So they'll deal with drawing out their sentences. Deal with the prolonged eye contact with vivid red and speak.

They will run no longer. That safe heaven long forgotten the moment blood was drawn. There was no where else to go, regardless of their decision.

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"Happy Birthday, my wife. I love you and cherish you so very much. If I could hang the stars from your eyes and let the galaxy shine from your lips, I would."

K'in takes their wife's hands and places them on her face. Holding them there until Astra curls them around the fat of their cheeks. They smile shyly and giggle. A little wistful one as they stare into her pretty green eyes.

"Sheesh, Starlight! Got me fallin' in love all over again."

They place a kiss to the palm of her hands, "You're the only star I need, the galaxy of your love for me is the only one I wish to explore. I need no more than this."

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He's looking... Respectfully. He's staring... Pipe in mouth and hat hiding half of his face.

[[ Dark mage verse >:)

K'in is still fighting to pull up their pants. The waist too small to go around the fat of their ass. They're lucky it passed their thighs without tear.

Ears twitch and the royal turns to Obito. Their eyes light up at the sight of him and they try again to tug up the pants.

K'in grins lopsidedly, “Oh, hey Obi! What-oof- brings you here? Just tryna’— oh c’mon!— get these pants on.”

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@distopea said:

❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ (Astra likes to watch 👀)

K'in shuffles away from gleaming eyes. Leaning further into plush pillows and pressing the back of their head to the cool wood of the headboard. Messy curls fall into their face and they hide. 

Fuzzy and heated, their mind fills with questions when they get comfortable. 

When did it get so warm? When did they get undressed? Most of all why was he still fully clothed? If they weren’t so intent on trying to blend into the pillows maybe they’d notice him take a seat at the edge of the bed sooner. 

They would have loved that. It would have spared them from locking gaze with golden brown. It has nothing to do with how they look like liquid gold.

They promise—swear. Though, they admit, huffing and flushed, that it's the best when the melted gold is on them.

Especially when the same eyes make it's way down their body.

They don't know why (maybe they do and are in denial?) but when those eyes stop motion and all of his attention, or however much he deems then worthy, on whatever part of them that intrigues him at the time, there's not much to do but allow it to be seen.

And seen they were.

Slowly, K'in lets their legs fall open. Leaving themselves on display, hands dragging along the planes of their thighs. Starts at the innermost part to the outermost. K'in bites into the flesh of their lip to muffle their whimpers.

Force of habit.

They pause to peek at Astra at the foot of the bed. He's watching. K'in trembles.

The full body tremors weren’t caused by their self inflicted teasing. Neither was it a mere result of their anticipation. As much as they wished that was the cause. It would leave them their ego but, alas, the reason for the unsteady hands and heavy breathing was all credited to him. 

“..Fuck—!” Despite the feeling behind it the curse was said lowly. Only volume being the whine in their voice. They wonder of it'll be fine to cry.

Gold and Periwinkle hues squeeze shut as shaking fingers find its way between soaked folds. K’in breath hitches when they circle their entrance. They are soaked. They whine at the feeling. If that’s how it feels they can only imagine what it looks like.

They peek at him, barely opening their eyes, just to see what awaits them. 

It proved to be a stupid course of action. All that they saw before shivering was molten gold staring at them already. What makes it worse is that they think—maybe they're sure—he's smirking under the hand at his mouth.

They slip a finger in. Their hips raise at the intrusion. Shaking and whining they add another shortly after. K'in tries hard to be quiet, they have already bitten through there lower lip. What more could you ask of them?

There's nothing stopping their cries now. In that small, small clear part of their mind they wonder what the point of trying was if they end up like this regardless.

Soon enough they're three fingers deep inside and breathless. Their other hand is tugging roughly at their nipples.

“Astra—! Please? Can I? C-can I cum?” So close and they ask. Everything screams to take it back and throw themselves over the edge. They'd love to but the need to be good is greater.

So greeted with silence, they stop. It's done with a whiny cry and his name. Eyes closed and panting they wait. And wait. And wait.

Breath still stuttering K'in asks, “Was I good?”

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@distopea​ said: 

i’m so turned on right now.

you can kiss me.

combo for K'in and Astra!

           From the ‘consent is sexy!’ ask game.

He said the words so plainly. K'in wonders how he does it sometimes. Spout filth without losing eye contact when they always have to either work up to it or be worked up.

The easy confidence that he exudes is intoxicated. Makes their eyes go glassy and make their ears warm. The heat spreads to their cheeks, their teeth nips at their own bottom lip.

“You are?” It sounds pleading. They stupidly hope that they had a part to play in him getting like this. If they weren't would he be here? If they weren't would they sitting-directly- on top of the evidence?

Their blush deepens.

Maybe that's how they find the voice to do all of this. How silly? The need for his approval, no matter how small, is what she works towards. Her orgasm not even a thought yet. For her pleasure is tightly woven into the need to be good.

Her eyes flash to his lips. His breath heavy and fanning against their face—their lips. They swallow and return to his eyes. It's similar to putting down a heavy item for relief but still having to return to it. The strain being too much but you must return to it all over again.

His eyes was their item. One which they wish was theirs alone. Take it from him and keep it safe; be the only who can be graced by those calculating melted gold. Put it in a safe, then another and another until only they know which holds the treasure and only they remember the key.

But they can't. They can't and that's their strain. Fighting against all of these questionable wants and urges. The strain to not kiss him every chance he offers. When they're so close— like now. They are in his lap, straddling, with his hands at their waist. Keeping them content even if barely so. They'd move of they could. He'd tell them they can. Something short, maybe just to please him and they'd do the fastest way possible.

To be the one to have his full attention is a whole thing on its on.

When he says it, to kiss him, it takes time for them to process the way he said it. He was giving permission. Not telling them as he usually would. Two words. All he needed was two words to have them at his mercy but he decided to waste breath to tell them; ‘you can’.

At first they nod dumbly. Tongue too heavy and mindful of the amount of drool they are courting. Though his eyes hood even more. Making pretty dark eyes even darker. Still pretty but with edge. K'in has nothing to do but fight the urge to roll their eyes back and bite a moan in half.

“Hah— okay, thank you. T-thank you.” They squirm in his hold as they lean towards him. Hands brought up to his cheeks to hold him to them. It would be so innocent of it wasn't so messy.

Tongues met first. Teeth followed and then they were lost to it all. Noises lost in the exchange of breath and they'd have it no other way.

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@distopea​​ said: 

His eyes focused on the book in front of him, Astra was casually brushing K’in’s hair. They had shared quite an intense moment together once more, the desire they could experience sometimes turning their session into another messy one. Another way for K’in to explore their sexuality, even if sometimes, Astra knew he was pushing them quite hard. It wouldn’t stop him from feeling this strange admiration for the young person. They were eager to understand, eager to explore. He liked to teach them.

“Are you feeling alright?” He tenderly asked, the pad of his thumb describing a small curve upon their jawline. He watched them with a certain softness, their head laid on his thighs, their body curled against his side. “You don’t need to go home tonight, you can sleep here if you wish.” He invited them for the very first time. Somehow, he didn’t wish to sleep alone. He tugged a strand of their hair behind their ear, and eventually put the book down onto the night table.

“Come here.” Astra purred before he slid himself onto the mattress, dragging their body against his chest. He kissed their forehead, like the most caring lover would do.

K’in is slotted into his side. A warm cheek rested on his thigh. Matching their breathing with his. It takes a while, heart still pumping while they relax into themselves again. They shift ever so often, tangling their limbs with his every chance they got. 

The hand in their hair was approved with a hum. They nuzzle into him when he scratches at their scalp. Pressing a chaste kiss to his skin. Silently they blame the haze they are in, their sleep muddled mind finds the excuse adequate. 

“M’ okay. Just sleepy.” Two fingers touch his wrist. Their thumb joins and rubs circles into the joint. A sleepy smile finds its way to their lips as the action is done. 

The next few actions were lost on K’in. Slipping into the state of awake enough to mumble to the air but tired enough to forget everything else. Maybe it’s stupid, falling so quickly at ease cuddles up with their supposed rival. 

He could do whatever he wanted, in this moment. Their life in his hands. Yet all he does is pull them closer to him. They felt that much. Being moved from the firm comfort of his thigh to his chest; they whine about it to the skin of his neck. 

They fit there so easily. A happy murmur leaves them as they settle down again. A kiss placed on his cheek. “G’night.”