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It wasn't entirely uncommon for Amai to be stealing Kyle's shirts, though it was somewhat alarming with how many that were going missing recently. Nearly all of Kyle's shirts had been taken, and they were the ones that he would normally wear, too... the ones that would have his scent the strongest, and while Amai was more or less moved in with the Former EMT, they preferred, still, to nest in their own apartment, which is where Kyle would find them with a small nest on their bed.

Looking up from the center while holding Makkun close to their chest, they rub their eyes as they take in both where the stronger scent was coming from and just how close their partner was.

There's a mixture of love and lust making Amai's eyes hazy as they lazily reach out to him, though they really are happy to see him. "Hm... Ky-chan... there you are. C'mere, please? Amai really really wants to cuddle with you. Makkun is good company, but... you're so much more comforting."

That was only the half of it. Makkun was their favorite plushie, sure. It was safe, comforting, warm, but Kyle was an entirely different story: safe home. It made the need to have him close all the stronger, especially the longer he wasn't in their nest and giving them the contact they needed more than anything else.

"Alpha... please... I just want to be in your arms, so so badly." Their heat hadn't fully started yet, but damn if they weren't close with how strong their own scent was and just how utterly needy they were for him... not that that was entirely unique to this situation.

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While Kyle had in fact noticed a staggering amount of his clothes going missing, he didn't really think much of it, simply assuming he'd forgotten about wearing it, or that Amai had worn it and that it was in the laundry. It wasn't that big of a deal, not like he didn't wear his hoodie over them all the time, hell he didn't even have to wear shirt under it if he didn't want to, which was exactly what he'd done that day. He'd been busy near all day, between his coursework, his volunteer work, helping Julian around the Railroad, and Nicky with his own studies (Kyle loved that man, he really did, but academics had never been Nick's strengths), he'd left early that morning and was only just now coming back late into the evening to finally spend time with his....empty....apartment....

Huh...

Though for as confused as he was, the medic checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed any texts from Amai about not being around that night, it didn't last long the further he went into the apartment, the unmistakable startings of a heat, his mate's heat reached his senses, it having him back out the door in an instant and on his way to Amai's cozy little nesting place of choice. After all, where else would they even be?

He could smell them from outside as he got out of his van, unsure if it was simply because Amai was his mate, or if they really were just that desperate for him after he'd been gone the whole day. And wasn't it just like them to not tell Kyle as the day ticked on, just the same as when they were sick, not wanting to 'bother him'.

Oh well, that didn't matter now, not when he was taking two steps at a time, Kyle damn near ripping the door off the hinges as the scent grew stronger upon opening it. It wasn't a full heat, not yet, but it had the Alpha instincts buzzing all the same as he allowed himself to be drawn in by the familar scent.

He was on his way over to them before they'd even fully opened their eyes, his shoes being kicked off with a stumble or two in his haste, Kyle all but falling into the nest over his own feet. Pupils blown wide, he didn't speak for a moment, mind hazing over as nothing but Amai flooded his senses.

Even still, he was mindful enough to set Amai's favored plushie to the side before taking its place, the confectioner being pulled into his lap as Kyle buried his face against their neck, purring all the while. "Knew I was f'rgettin' somethin'..." Muttered lowly into heated skin, a scruffy cheek nuzzling against his mate's with a brief hitch in his purr. "Was real confused when I got home 'nd you weren't there, bunny. Got nervous..." But he wasn't upset, clearly far from it with how quickly he had given in to his instincts, Amai knowing better than anyone just how much Kyle could fight agaisnt them for a time if need be.

Pulling his hoodie over his head, it gets put over Amai's and tugged into place so they could hopefully find comfort in his scent, the medic now shirtless where he cuddled his mate close to his chest. "Been wonderin' where m' shirts went, figured I jus' f'rgot I wore 'em." Said with a low chuckle to vibrate against Amai's neck, a kiss being pressed where it met their shoulder before he was back to nuzzling. "You okay, baby? Need anything?"

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Timothy is nothing if not meticulously organized… and quite prideful in it. Why shouldn’t he be? It takes dedication, skill to plan everything down to the minute even ONCE, let alone on a near-daily basis! One can’t be perfect, no matter how fervently they try. So he’s had a few… slips, here and there. Truthfully, he places blame more-so on Timmy’s unreliable shoulders than his own. Despite this, he’s proven his diligence time and time again.

So why is it that he’s currently in the midst of trying to justify himself? Especially in such an undignified manner. He’s only grateful no one is around to see. Aside from Kyle, anyway. The concerned source of his current troubles.

❝ I told you, it is not yet time for rest! But it shall be— ❞ Bright but bedraggled eyes are fixated past Kyle to his workbench, the assortment of gears laid out across just BEGGING to be cleaned and constructed by the catboy. ❝ —in but three measly hours! How is that not a satisfactory enough answer for you?? ❞ Spat as Timothy tries to dart past the towering man— curse Kyle’s surplus of size and his utter lack of it —to the allure of his project. As if he’d be allowed to sit and work in peace even if he did manage to slip past. - (( *Y E E T S* >:3c ))

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Was Kyle perhaps overcompensating in the care of his friends in place of his former talent? Yes. Maybe, but with how fucking bad at it literally all of them were, could one really blame him? It wasn't as if he was being a mother hen about it, he wasn't hovering about to make sure his grown ass adult friends remembered to live that day, he was just stepping in when they clearly had no intention of doing so themselves, like a certain little tick-tock timepiece that refused to take a damn nap again in favor of a clock.

Now he knew they were important to Timothy, just the same as keeping to schedule was. He was, in fact, one of the very, very few that knew why (at least when it came to the existence of the split pair, not that he was privy to the exact circumstances around what's what) Timothy was so hell bent on planning everything right down to the fucking minute.

Kyle doesn't grace Timothy with an answer just yet, a strong (flesh) arm reaching out to hoist the smaller man up and all but throw him onto the bed in the futile, expected charge in one swift motion. Half knelt on the bed, Kyle held Timothy down with that same arm braced across his chest, the medic looming mere inches away from the catboys face with an annoyed sneer. "Those fuckin' gears will still be there three hours from now, kitkat. But if you wanna fight me first, fine. Just means you'll be all the more ready t' take a nap like a good little kitten."

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The pier is a… special place.

It’s where Sebastian and his relationship truly began. Even if neither could have possibly known to what extent their bond would grow. Where the pair learned about one another. Wiled away the time in casual conversation or even silence. Comforted and kept company. Where Elliott saved Sebastian’s life ( however unintentionally the near-swim was ) , and Seb eventually returned the favor. Where they had their first kiss… became boyfriends… and now—

Well, Elliott doesn’t want to make assumptions, but with the way what started as a simple kiss in the rain ( a classic between the pair ) has yet to cease… simply slipping into another. And another. And another… Elliott carefully moving closer, arms shifting to wrap around Sebastian’s neck, soaked chest lightly pushing against his partner’s ( in a wordless question ) . The purposeful sigh against Seb’s lips, the way a hand gingerly trails its fingers down the others spine, the complete lack of common sense from a normally much-more-careful ( for now, but experience breeds change ) Elliott…

He blames the rain. And the pier. And the way Sebastian’s lips mold perfectly with his own, tongue already domineering the dance.

Tonight, right on this magical spot—

They may become lovers. - (( *SHOVES this at you because >:3c * ))

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The city, his mom's basement, a grave; those were the only answers Sebastian had for what he saw in his future. He'd lived in that town his whole life, there was no reason to think he'd find a reason to stay now as an adult, but Elliot hadn't been living in the town before now, had he? Sebastian can only vaguely recall first meeting the writer, an occasional conversation being had about books they were reading or authors they enjoyed whenever finding themselves both in the same place and with a moment to speak, but beyond that, he didn't interact with the man much. Sure, the conversations were nice, Elliot being one of the only people in the town to share some sort of interest with him, the other two being Sam and Abigail, but they were just so...different. Complete different aesthetics, desired paths in life, and futures seen for themselves. Elliot had moved there for his book, and while the man had said himself he enjoyed it, there was no guarantee he planned on staying once completing his goal, if he ever did. Sebastian didn't write too much himself, but between DMing the occasional tabletop game and a bit of vent poetry along with fanfiction in his high school years, that was about it. He hadn't done anything like that in years, but he knew how difficult writing could be. He genuinely hoped Elliot would succeed, why wouldn't he? The guy was nice, respected Sebastian's desire for space or silence the few times such a thing was needed when they found themselves talking, and...he was easy on the eyes, what could he say? A guy like Elliot deserved to live out his dreams, had dreams to chase after, while Sebastian was really still trying to find his way. Sure, move to the city, be a programmer; that was a plan, but a rather flimsey one, he would admit. He just...needed to get out of his mom's basement, away from Demetrius, just..away with the hopes it would help clear his head a little. It wouldn't have, he knows that now, because what he'd really needed was support, a person who understood and respected his wants and needs, who would still care for him even if he did need some time to himself. All of that and more was something he'd accidentally found in Elliot while musing taking a long walk off a short pier, the very pier they sat on now, it having become their place instead of where Sebastian went when he needed to stop existing for a while.

He'd found a place in that town that he'd never had growing up, where he didn't have to come home and worry about pissing off his dad, or what sort of lecture life advice Demetrius was oh so helpfully trying to bestow him with. It was a peace he'd only ever had just a few times when he'd slept over Sam's or Abi's place, a place he would eventually have to leave to return home. But now? With Elliot? He was home where the only things he had to worry about when walking through the door was if Elliot had remembered to eat after getting absorbed in reading or writing, if he'd remembered to eat with a puppy dog look being sent his way if he hadn't, or...crabs. That was his biggest worry now; fucking crabs scuttling around the floor. All the bullshit he'd endured over the years in that town, and he just needed to make sure he didn't step on one of the little shits whenever getting up in the morning.

He scarcely believed it some days, especially the ones where he just...couldn't find the will to get out of bed, Sebastian learning even before they'd gotten together that really, he didn't have to. Elliot didn't mind, would even lay with him if Seb wanted, asked if he was hungry or thirsty every few hours or so and would bring him something if the answer was yes, and sometimes even when the answer was no 'just in case'. Elliot would even play blocker if his friends or family were ignoring his desire to not be bothered for whatever reason, and was happy to sit in silence or leave the cabin all together to carry out other tasks if Seb wanted. Every time Seb got low, Elliot asked what he wanted, if he should stay or go, fill the silence, or remain quiet; Sebastian didn't have to know what want was anymore because Elliot was always happy to give.

Well...maybe there was one thing he wanted, and that was the man himself. He'd never really thought about what being in a real relationship would be like, never had a reason to, but part of Seb had expected far more annoyances and expectations than what he'd found with Elliot. Really, nothing was expected of Sebastian save for taking care of himself and telling Elliot whenever he felt he needed help. Neither of them wanted to revisit the pier for the same reason they'd both found themselves there for that first time; if they were to be out there, especially in the rain, it would be to just...exist together. Watch the rain over the water, the lighting in the distance, allow themselves to become soaked as they simply enjoyed one another's company. Unsurprisingly, it had also been where they'd first kissed and where they'd officially gotten together, so could one really blame Sebastian for wanting another important first to happen there as well?

Sex wasn't a necessity, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about what it would be like with Elliot, what sort of sounds he could get the man to make, what he could do to earn them...

The kiss had started out soft, an overflow of love in Sebastian's chest that had to be expressed with a hand holding Elliot's face and the soft press of lips. And then one kiss had become another, then another, then another, Elliot's arms around his neck as he pressed closer, and the gentle trailing of fingertips alone his spine that had an involuntary groan being hummed into his boyfriend's mouth to meet Elliot's happy sigh as the kiss grew all the deeper.

He was soaking wet, chilled by the light sea breeze, and yet Sebastian found his body burning as he sought to claim as much of Elliot as he was allowed. Which...was apparently a lot despite the fact that they were in public. Willy was out on another fishing trip, and who else besides them would come to the beach in the rain; but they were in public none the less. Elliot was letting him make out with him in public, was pressing against him, not uttering a single complaint or moment of hesitation when Sebastian's hands found the man's hips and gave a rather insistent tug to urge Elliot into his lap.

He'd have never pegged Elliot to be into something like this, to let Sebastian do it, let alone be the one to first press towards it, but fuck if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing.

Pulling away when his lungs grew demanding, Seb reached up to move sopping hair from Elliot's face with a grin on his lips and a chuckle to follow his words. "You better be thinking what I'm thinking, because I'm sure as shit not walking back to the cabin with a hard on in wet jeans if I can help it."

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Tossing his wet shirt to splat onto the tiled floor of the bathroom to deal with later, Kyle did as he was asked even while grumbling French profanities under his breath, the force in which they were said able to break any language barrier by tone alone. "Thanks. 'n sorry fer bustin' in like this, yer room was the closest and I just...really don't like gettin' wet without warning." Three guesses as to why.

Jeans equally as soaked, those were kicked off to join his shirt in the bathroom, leaving Kyle in absolutely nothing but the glove worn over his prosthetic, and soon that too was even stripped to ensure the damp leather didn't rust the metal. "I know this is like, yer thing, but you don't gotta get fancy with it if you don't wanna, just need something not fucking wet." Well, at least none of the balloons had hit his head, that...wouldn't have been fun for him or Kokichi...

"I'll clear out when 'm dressed and whatever, wasn't lookin' t' bug ya like this." Did Levi care? Probably not, but sometimes Kyle couldn't help but feel he was overstaying his welcome...

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Giving the restraints a firm TUG just to be sure they’re not going anywhere ( as far as David knows, anyway ) he moves back to get a better view of his handiwork. Wrists bound to each upper bedpost, Xander lays completely bared for his pleasure. Already, he can see the telltale signs of excitement upon his boyfriend’s body, face practically as red as the hair David playfully ruffles with a hand and a lovingly-condescending, ❝ Aww… Who’s a good boy?~ ❞ Before fingers abruptly grip the messy locks, pulling Xander’s head back a bit to better look into glowing yellow eyes.

❝ My good boy. ❞

Hold on Xander’s hair relents, but the smirk upon David’s face does not. Unlike the other, his body holds more modesty… If lace-addled lingerie counts as such. Black and barely-concealing the speaker ( every poorly-kept secret mocking Xander with how effortless it would be to expose them fully, were he not bound ) , with flowing fabric sewn to the back in a mimicry of a tail. Paired with black cat ears and a collar ( adorned with a bell and the words ❛ Property of Xander ❜ engraved on the back ) , David must admit that he quite likes the look. He never considered doing things like this before Xander.

He can only hope his boyfriend enjoys it just as much.

Settling himself by Xander’s hips, a hand teasingly trails its way up the other’s thigh. Creeping toward his awaiting toy, all while keeping his gaze fixated upon the rebel. Tone is saccharine, eyes half-lidded as he purrs, ❝ Do you remember your safe word? You know I can’t start until you say it… ❞ Especially since this is the first time having Xander restrained. David has to be cautious… The last thing he wants is to unintentionally hurt his boyfriend. Not when Xander clearly trusts him not to. - (( *coughs and Sets This Down like :3c* ))

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You call your boyfriend kitten one time, and all of a sudden, it becomes a thing, not that Xander was complaining. He couldn't take credit for all of it, though, or hell, he didn't even know if the cat bit was because of him, or if David already had that part in his back pocket for a rainy day. The idea as a whole, though? Credit for that went to Kyle. One of the few people who could match Xander in strength, was it any wonder the rebel would become curious if he too could bust through a set of restraints in the heat of the moment? Sure, he didn't have the heft of a metal arm, but he was still able to go toe to toe with his friend despite that, and do pretty damn good, so how different could this really be?

Besides, even if he didn't manage to bust the tie-up, he could hardly call this whole little thing a bad way to spend his time.

Then again...did David even know of that story? Or had this simply been a happy coincidence that made Xander think he'd shared the desire to try it, when in reality, the words had never left his mouth? And really, did Xander even care who's idea it had been, or what had been said to who when no matter the start, the result was him tied to the bed posts while his boyfriend wore fucking cat lingerie?

No, he really fucking didn't, not with David petting his hair and calling him a good boy, his good boy; yanking him around by the red locks while appraising his new toy.

The pupil to Xander's eye was blown wide, only the faintest glow of gold around it now to give off wisps static to spark in the air with a barely audible buzz. His breathing was already heavy, bare chest stuttering as that eye roamed across the lace adorned body he wanted so badly to touch, hands twisting about to test the bonds and fingertips idly trying to find a hold to no avail, the helplessness pulling a needy whine from Xander as he twitched under the light caress.

"U-Um..." Safe word, safe word, safe word; what the fuck was his safe word-

"Sauerkraut." Word spoken quickly before he'd even consciously remembered it, Xadner was already trying to shift closer to his boyfriend. "You look so pretty, love." Breathed with a reverence, words having become unstuck in his mind thanks to the question forcing them along. "Pretty kitty..."

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Open RP - Kyle Villanueva

Quitting smoking was one of the hardest things Kyle had to do, the lack of nicotine after his accident (and subsequent worsening brain damage) had really been getting to him, there being no possible way he could hide it. He sure did try at first though, but by the end of the first fucking day he'd given up, hands seeming to never stop shaking even after the few smokes he was allowed to have as he tappered down. He'd been drinking way more coffee (with almost concerning amounts of sweetness added now that he was getting his sense of taste back), eating much more hard candy, his preference being lollipops with how he could almost trick himself in that the stick was a smoke whenever he caught sight of it sticking out of his mouth, and even candy cigarettes (that had gotten him yelled at a time or two when seen from a distance, at least until he pulled the candy stick into his mouth with a curling of his tongue and an amused smirk).

All those methods, and yet he still managed to run out of all three with no allowed smokes left to tide him over until more could be bought. Not that he *told* anyone he'd run out, wanting to see if he could handle it without all that stuff...

...He barely lasted an hour before he found himself on his knees at his partner's feet without even realizing it until his own voice snapped him back to the moment. "I need to suck you off." What had no doubt been assumed to be a request for one more cigarette turned out to be a needy proposition instead, Kyle's breathing somewhat heavy as shaky hands crept up his partner's thighs. "Need to, please-"

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Open RP - Kyle Villanueva

'Do you want to be a good boy?'

A question that got an immediate answer, Kyle literally dropping the pencil that had been in his hand where he sat at his desk taking notes for one of his classes. "Yes." Then, a beat of pause as he actually processed the question.

Funnily enough, the answer was still the same, if not even more agreeing.

"Wanna be a good boy fer you..."

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Though far from his first blowjob, this one broke him down even before Tsubasa's mouth sunk down around him, just the knight's breath enough to have his hips twitching upwards in desperation with no hope of being suppressed. Choking on a moan, the sound gets stuck in his throat before trailing off into a whine, yet another sound he'd never heard out of himself before.

He was perfectly content to fall apart just like that, hips twitching in their effort to not buck up without permission as a (flesh and blood) hand wound itself through golden strands, though not knowing if it wanted to tug at the locks or push Basa's head down further. And then the feeling was gone, Kyle's hand releasing its hold to fall back to his side like a circuit had been cut. Chest heaving, it took a moment for the question to process, Kyle's hazy eyes meeting his partner's with a look of almost...disbelief. It was silly, he knew, clearly that's where this was going, and fuck if he didn't want it to, but it still felt odd just the same, to not be expected to do anything but take what was offered.

"D-Drawer, sidetable. There-" A tilt of his head towards the bedside table, Kyle taking this moment to slowly sit up and shuck off his pants completely with a breathy laugh. "Would now be a bad time t' mention I've never been fucked b'fore?" Something that was probably obvious, given the cirsumstances, but he felt the need to mention it all the same, if only to try and settle the giddy nerves at just the idea of being under someone for once.

What started as short, swallowed sounds; be they whimpers, whines, or full on gasps he was barely managing to hold back, quickly shifted into a pitchy squeak of a moan at the first few careful nibbles, after which he'd stopped trying to smother the breathy sounds as they grew in both volume and frequency. He couldn't even feel the touches to his left side, but knowing they were there, that such a spot was being handled with such care despite that made up for it and then some.

Hands gripping tight at the sheets, fingers twitched with the self-conscious desire to muffle all the noise he was making with a hand clamped over his mouth, but Tsubasa's voice alone was enough to keep them at his sides even without the words he'd spoken. Kyle wasn't even doing anything aside from making a series of pathetic little sounds, of which were earned by simply being handled with care for once, and yet that was enough for Tsubasa. He didn't have to do anything but lay there and make his lovely sounds for the other man to be satisfied, to be praising him for it.

"Fuck-" The attention given to his dick, of which had been achingly hard somewhere inbetween the affection to his neck and the attention given to his piercings (and fuck he was never more happy to have gotten them until this moment) pulled a choked groan from the former EMT, his chest near heaving as his mind struggled to catch up now that the touches had paused for the moment.

Allow him the honor, he asks, like Kyle wouldn't combust if suddenly left to his own devices. "Mmh~ Ple-ease, 'basa..." If he liked just simple little sounds, Kyle was eager to find out what full on begging, what the sound of the man's name drawn out in a desperate whine would do to his partner. (If he could have even formed such a thought, that is).

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If Kyle had noticed the two and their scheming (he hadn't, not even a little bit), he simply had let them be, focus glued to his computer as he worked on an essay (that had just been assigned that day, now almost done, save for editing) for one of the medical classes he'd recently started taking. To get to the level he wanted, he had years ahead of him, but they were years he was eager to live out, near entirely in thanks to his partners support.

So used to casual touch now, also thanks to them, Kyle hadn't even flinched despite the brief break in his concentration, even leaning into it with a soft laugh as he typed. "Yeah, I can quit for the night. Pretty much done anyways, just need t' send it t' Jules to proof for me." But that was for tomorrow, Kyle finishing the paragraph, saving the document and then closing the laptop with a heavy sigh. "Where's Amai? Normally right here with ya as backup." Said with a laugh and a loving smile, Kyle tilting his head back until it met Tsubasa's chest.

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To say that Amai and Tsubasa adored Kyle was an understatement. The two of them, in their own ways, have made it their own personal mission to prove just how much they utterly adored the former EMT more and more each day, and today was hardly going to be an exception.

If Tsubasa were honest, this was more his idea than Amai's, but the idea of tying Kyle to the bed, just enough that he could easily break out if he needed or just wanted to, was something both of them were very interested in. As they got the finishing touches done with Tsubasa taking care to make sure there was something to ensure the three of them would be alright after and Amai double-checking their lingerie, Tsubasa is the one that goes to get Kyle while Amai waits kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Heading to where Kyle usually studied, Tsubasa can't help the smile at how diligent he is. Though, as much as a part of him is loathe to pull him away, another is far too eager with what they have planned to stop himself. Putting one hand on the desk next to his work and another on Kyle's shoulder, Tsubasa looks down to see how much he has left.

"You have worked for quite a while now, though it has been quite some time since you took a break... would now be a place you are willing to stop for the eve?"

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What started as short, swallowed sounds; be they whimpers, whines, or full on gasps he was barely managing to hold back, quickly shifted into a pitchy squeak of a moan at the first few careful nibbles, after which he'd stopped trying to smother the breathy sounds as they grew in both volume and frequency. He couldn't even feel the touches to his left side, but knowing they were there, that such a spot was being handled with such care despite that made up for it and then some.

Hands gripping tight at the sheets, fingers twitched with the self-conscious desire to muffle all the noise he was making with a hand clamped over his mouth, but Tsubasa's voice alone was enough to keep them at his sides even without the words he'd spoken. Kyle wasn't even doing anything aside from making a series of pathetic little sounds, of which were earned by simply being handled with care for once, and yet that was enough for Tsubasa. He didn't have to do anything but lay there and make his lovely sounds for the other man to be satisfied, to be praising him for it.

"Fuck-" The attention given to his dick, of which had been achingly hard somewhere inbetween the affection to his neck and the attention given to his piercings (and fuck he was never more happy to have gotten them until this moment) pulled a choked groan from the former EMT, his chest near heaving as his mind struggled to catch up now that the touches had paused for the moment.

Allow him the honor, he asks, like Kyle wouldn't combust if suddenly left to his own devices. "Mmh~ Ple-ease, 'basa..." If he liked just simple little sounds, Kyle was eager to find out what full on begging, what the sound of the man's name drawn out in a desperate whine would do to his partner. (If he could have even formed such a thought, that is).

Never once did Kyle ever think he'd be giggling like a goddamn school girl over such flowerly words, nevermind that he actually almost believed them. "Doubt you could do anythin' I don't like, but will do, babe." Pet name slipping out without him realizing, Kyle couldn't help but laugh at how his shirt was folded before being set to the side. "Did you jus' fuckin' fold my goddamn shirt? I don't even fold that shit, just toss it in the fuckin' drawer 'n be done." But damn if it wasn't cute as hell, something he wouldn't get to say aloud as Tsubasa took his hand.

It was always an odd sort of disconnect, seeing that his hand was being touched, but barely feeling it even when he tried to focus on it. If he closed his eyes, all he would know whs that it was being manuvered, but with the way his breath caught in his throat, watching the marred skin being treated so tenderly, it was all the incentive he needed to watch Tsubasa's every move no matter how flustered he felt.

"I..." He didn't know what he was about to say as he watched their fingers lace together, attention so focused on that he'd missed Tsu moving closer until lips were very nearly against his jaw. He'd never had anyone take the time to do something like kiss along his jaw, and even if he did, he would expect that patch of scaring to be avoided if not for how it looked and felt to the touch, but for the fact that he couldn't even feel it....at least until he realized he felt as lips grew closer to the right side of his jaw as they trailed along, it pulling out a shocked gasp of an inhale that trailed off into a whine.

"O...kay." Let out in a stuttered breath, Kyle was happy to tilt his head to welcome the new, delicate feeling, the hard swallow as the kisses continued more than likely felt under the affection, as was his quiet rumble of a groan at how nice both the touch and the affection itself felt.

"'s...new..."

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Yup, it sure was something, and though hardly being the first time he'd seen Amai in such a cute outfit specifically for him, it still left just as breathless as the first where he froze in the doorway, eyes roving over their body as he took it all in. "Uh huh..." One slow step at a time brought him over to the bed, Kyle simply standing in front of them despite clearly being the one meant to be in charge for this scene.

The only real move he would make would be the slow taking of the leash from their hand, it being given a gentle test tug as he tried to decide where he wanted to bite first. Besides, this was Amai's idea, maybe they had something already in mind...aside from the obvious that was. "Pretty..."

As much as Kyle wanted to follow right behind Amai, his brain was still processing what was even happening as he muttered a "yeah...okay..." before clearing his throat in an attempt to get ahold of himself. God, leave it to Amai to drop something like this on him...

He loved them so fucking much.

Knowing by now that Amai had to have something in mind if giving him the option to wait as opposed to simply pulling him with them, he did choose to finish his coffee one careful sip at a time, even taking the time to wash and then put away the mug to ensure Amai had enough time for whatever it was they were doing before making his way to their bedroom.

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As much as Kyle wanted to follow right behind Amai, his brain was still processing what was even happening as he muttered a "yeah...okay..." before clearing his throat in an attempt to get ahold of himself. God, leave it to Amai to drop something like this on him...

He loved them so fucking much.

Knowing by now that Amai had to have something in mind if giving him the option to wait as opposed to simply pulling him with them, he did choose to finish his coffee one careful sip at a time, even taking the time to wash and then put away the mug to ensure Amai had enough time for whatever it was they were doing before making his way to their bedroom.

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Jumping a bit when Kyle started coughing, Amai was almost panicked for a moment before he managed to actually answer them. They were a little afraid he was going to choke for a second, but hearing him agree to this request, they couldn't help but smirk. 

“Really? Hehe, that’s good. It’s been on my mind for quite awhile, you know?” Getting closer, they wrap their arms around him and press against his side. “You’d be suuuuch a good dad… at least Amai thinks so. Though… it may take more than one round to make sure that we get the job done… there’s nothing wrong with that, right?” 

Amai knew well enough that it should be alright with Kyle, but really, getting to tease him just a little was fun, especially if it got their beloved partner even more into it. “We can wait til you finish your coffee, if you want. I’ll be getting ready in our room for you.” Letting go and giving him a wink, they head back, eagerly awaiting if he’ll follow right away or if they’ll have time to get a little thank you prepared for him first. 

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Finding himself surprisingly at ease despite the faint nerves buzzing in the back of his mind, Kyle could only chuckle in amusment as a kiss was pressed to the back of Amai's hand. "Yeah, I'll tell you. Promise." Something that would hopefully been seen as truth by the loving look in his eyes, Kyle knowing by now that it would be far worse should he not express his discomfort with something than to simply bear it with the potential that Amai might find out he was lying later on just to spare them.

"Alright, bun. Whatever you say." Something he said quite often, though this time it felt different as it left his lips in a way he couldn't explain. One last kiss to their knuckles, he did what he was told, even if he did feel a little silly simply laying there while he waited for Amai to join him.

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Bristled attitude dropping with a sigh and a hand through his hair, the shield he had always put up for the more vulnerable parts of sex was remembered to be unneeded at Amai's reassurances. "Sorry, I just..." A pause to smile with a soft laugh at the lacing of their fingers, the gesture warming his chest even more knowing that despite how he couldn't feel it, Amai chose to do it anyways. He kept that softness as he looked down at their intertwined hands, a moment of thought ticking by before he met Amai's eyes with a vulnerability that no one had ever seen from him, not even Kyle himself.

"I...heh, I don't know. Never had to think 'bout it before. I...I don't know what to ask for..." And now that he had said it outloud, the weight of such a statment made itself known, something he'd been unable to recognize even after all this time. "Um...I guess....just...do whatever you like me doin' t' you? And we can like...figure it out as we go?"

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Bristled attitude dropping with a sigh and a hand through his hair, the shield he had always put up for the more vulnerable parts of sex was remembered to be unneeded at Amai's reassurances. "Sorry, I just..." A pause to smile with a soft laugh at the lacing of their fingers, the gesture warming his chest even more knowing that despite how he couldn't feel it, Amai chose to do it anyways. He kept that softness as he looked down at their intertwined hands, a moment of thought ticking by before he met Amai's eyes with a vulnerability that no one had ever seen from him, not even Kyle himself.

"I...heh, I don't know. Never had to think 'bout it before. I...I don't know what to ask for..." And now that he had said it outloud, the weight of such a statment made itself known, something he'd been unable to recognize even after all this time. "Um...I guess....just...do whatever you like me doin' t' you? And we can like...figure it out as we go?"

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Before Amai, sex was simply a means to an end, a way to burn off energy or aggravation, more than likely buzzed on something or other right along with his partner for that night. He was never picky, feeling himself lucky they even talked to him in the first place with such an idea in mind, which had led to some...less than enjoyable experiences, be it simple unsatisfaction or blatant discomfort at a kink suddenly being tossed in that he often had no choice but to go along with. More often than not, it involved violence, and while he wasn't opposed to such a thing, he needed to know that his partner was enjoying it without having to worry about stepping over an unknown boundry.

That had never been a problem with Amai, with there never once having been a protest or complaints to hurry up already whenever such things came about in scenes. They were as unused to it as he was when getting the same courtesty from them, so it wasn't hard to find a balance between them.

Kyle knew (despite his earlier, stupid attempts to ignore his desires) that he could grab Amai whenever he pleased, where to touch and not to touch, what to say to have them whining in his lap, and, more importantly, that there was no rush in this. He could sit back and simply watch Amai's face as they sunk down onto him, take in every detail for as long as he pleased. "Look't you bunny, takin' me so well..." Filth with a soft, loving smile to pair with it, Kyle's hands finding their place on Amai's hips as they settled into place, not to guide but simply touch as he hummed into the kiss.

Lips quick to find Amai's neck after breaking away, a low groan was smothered against the kiss-bitten skin as the confectioner began to move, Kyle not even bothering to hold back the buck of his hips to chase the feeling. "There you go baby, nice 'n slow. Wanna watch you come apart for me..." Purred against Amai's lips with a hard kiss to follow his words, his tongue not even bothering to ask for permission as it slipped into their mouth with a breathy moan.

Amai's encouragingly agreeable response had a pleased hum, one arguably resembling how a cat might purr, rumbling through Kyle's chest as he took advantage of the offered skin, his kisses turning biting here and there as he trailed from one side of Amai's jaw to the other. He only offered a muted grunt in answer at first, the EMT getting a bit distracted by how easy it was to pull such sweet little noise from his partner.

It was the needy grind that had his concentration breaking, Amai quickly being picked up and set on the desk so Kyle could undo his belt with an urgency that spoke to just how long he'd been ignoring his little problem in favor of studying.

A silly thing to do in hindsight, really.

"Want you t' ride me." Already breathless as he settled back into his seat, Kyle pulled his achingly hard dick from jeans he hadn't realized had become so uncomfortable until right then, a groan catching in his throat as he gave an experimental pull of his member already slick with precum. "Was gonna have you suck it first, but I bet yer still loose from last time, yeah? Shouldn't be a problem, 'specially for you." He teased with a deep chuckle, Amai being pulled back onto his lap and into a heated kiss as needy hands groped the confectioner's backside to grind down against him.

"How 'bout you be a good boy and get t' work for me, eh?"

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Open RP - Kyle Villanueva

"Oh...this isn't my shirt..." What an observation considering it barely covered his man tits.

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Open RP - Kyle Villanueva

"...I feel like a fuckin' loser." Something not often said by the former EMT, yet he looked as uncomfortable as he felt as he messed with the tie around his neck. As much as he loathed having to wear such formal clothing, he thought it best to try it on to make sure it fit as it should and that he knew how to even put it on. "How the fuck do you tie a tie anyways? Am I even doin' it right??"